As the lord of a village on the brink of destruction, how does Brad lead his people to survive in the ever-changing Azeroth? Sir Lothar's murloc guards driving a mechanical Roadhog versus Doomhammer punk cannons bombarding Archimonde's future warchief development plan seems to be very interesting, Brad thought leisurely while resting on MM's lap. Who remembers that gentle and beautiful mage whose hair has been dyed gray with tears. Who remembers that resolute and brave ranger is singing an elegy for whom. Who remembers that the black dragon that dominates the Stormwind Kingdom has already hung its head on the tower...