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When an Alliance raid comes to kill Garrosh, you don't defend him! You cheer on the Alliance and watch him die! So don't defend Garrosh, just let us Alliance do our thing when we come to your city, and we'll be on our way.
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Son, we live in a world that has walls, and those walls have to be guarded by orcs with guns. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Blood Elf? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Garrosh, and you curse the Horde. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That Garrosh's death, while tragic, probably saved lives. And my existence, while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about at parties, you want me on that wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like honor, code, loyalty. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent defending something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a Blood Elf who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very freedom that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and went on your way. Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a weapon, and stand a post. Either way, I don't care what you think you are entitled to.
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