(Cataclysm SoundTrack - Xaxas) music starts playing
I AM ÐREX
THE FEARLESS,
THE DESTROYER,
THE INDOMITABLE,
CONQUEROR OF EPIC BATTLEGROUNDS AND THE GREATEST FEAR OF THE HORDE.
I HAVE BEEN SUMMONED BY THOSE POOR SOULS WHO FACED MY WRATH.
Eleven years ago, when we discovered the Island of the Pandaren, I was born into this realm we call Azeroth. I was born in Goldshire, grew up around Stormwind, and lived a simple life as a young warrior. I assisted in the Siege of Orgrimmar, raided Draenor with my comrades, and struck down Archimonde before he could rain terror upon us again.
Then, suddenly—before the Legion invaded—I disappeared.
Years passed, and I awoke, called back into the realm of Azeroth.
The echoes of Azeroth chanted my name in desperate need.
So I answered.
I armed myself with new gear, weapons, and every potion I could gather. I returned to assist the Alliance in the greatest endeavor there is: the Epic Battlegrounds.
At first, I was unfamiliar with the strategies required. I had no clue what to do. I simply followed orders (when they were given) and hoped for the best.
But that changed.
Battle after battle, loss after loss—I grew tired of the lack of cooperation and direction. It was soulless. It was demoralizing. Deserters fled left and right, and envy poisoned every soul present.
I did not join the Epic Battlegrounds to taste defeat. I CRAVED VICTORY—TRUE, EPIC VICTORY!
SO I TOOK FATE INTO MY OWN HANDS.
I observed.
I learned.
I adapted.
And I began leading the Epic Battlegrounds with a singular purpose: to bring the Alliance to victory.
I started to win. I became enlightened—aware of my own power.
One single soul, one determined warrior, can change the fate of many.
I turned every champion in my presence into a collective weapon of mass destruction, and we triumphed in almost every battle.
But what did I get in return when something went wrong?
My own faction insulted me, threatened me, betrayed me, and rallied others against me.
The punishment?
One week stripped of my ability to communicate.
One week banished from Azeroth.
Then two weeks.
And another two weeks.
The most vile and toxic souls abused the system against me—for simply trying to improve everyone’s experience.
I made mistakes.
I reflected.
I questioned whether it was worth it.
I tried to stop leading.
But all I ever did was for the joy and success of my fellow champions of the Alliance.
Defeat after defeat, banishment after banishment—I could not resist the call to take command once more.
I needed redemption.
So I returned, improved, endured, and prevailed.
Victory after victory, I became revered and respected. I did not need to grind achievements to earn the title of “Commander.”
I became a true Commander.
I did not name myself a commander—others did.
Soon, champions followed my leadership with unwavering faith in our victories. I formed no community to support me in battle—I only sought one to protect me from the toxic abusers of the banishment system.
And then, I met my greatest challenge.
For the first time, I encountered this phenomenon you call “Premades.” I was fascinated by the ferocity of these battles, even as I suffered defeat after defeat.
I didn’t know what they were at first, but I came to understand why I kept losing so harshly.
I began to hunger for more victorious battles.
So, as I had done before, I TOOK FATE INTO MY OWN HANDS.
I EVOLVED!
I BECAME BLOODTHIRSTY!
I BECAME INDOMITABLE!
I forge champions into a single blade, and in my hands, their strength becomes a single unstoppable force, cutting through the chaos of battle with precision and purpose.
Today, I am the most feared warrior that stands at the forefront of every battle.
I feel the uncertainty of the Horde. I sense their fear.
They see my name and tremble, already believing they’ve lost.
Premade leaders recognize me and know they’re in for a fight.
Yes, I began doing Epic Battlegrounds with very few of the best champions I had met. Not to “stomp” or “farm” others, but to train and improve together—for the reckoning that would one day come again.
I have made mistakes, such as chasing the Horde back into the depths of their cave in Alterac Valley. But that was simply a tactical move to ensure they wouldn’t wipe us at the boss, but those were against horde premade leaders anyway. Besides, I had never seen their cave from the Alliance’s perspective.
I have reflected upon the consequences of my immense power and I have decided to restrict myself for the greater good of all, regardless of the faction.
There is no premade. I MYSELF AM THE PREMADE.
My presence alone changes the course of every battle.
I AM HERE TO BRING BALANCE BACK TO THE EPIC BATTLEGROUNDS.
RAGE… FURY… MY HATRED BURNS THROUGH BATTLEGROUNDS.
EVERY BATTLE TREMBLES WITH MY WRATH. IT’S WRETCHED ARMIES QUAKE BENEATH MY RAGE!
BUT AT LAST, I SHALL CARVE MY NAME INTO THEIR BONES.
AND ALL WILL BURN BENEATH THE SHADOW OF MY ARMIES.
On a side note, I do not use third-party software to communicate. I rely solely on what is available in-game, and I use text only.
DO NOT EXPECT TO SEE ME AGAIN HERE. I SHALL NOT BE SUMMONED AGAIN.
IF YOU SEEK MY PRESENCE, FIND ME IN BATTLE.
I AM WAITING FOR YOU.
UNTIL NEXT TIME, CHAMPIONS.
-ÐREX