Mortal Champions

We sense the presence of our enslaved brethren deeper inside Ahn'Qiraj; yet not even an army of dragons would be enough to rescue them, ‹race›.

The same spell that imprisoned them would place us firmly under C'Thun's control should we come any closer to him.

The Old God has foreseen our arrival. All hope is lost. What difference could a mere mortal like you possibly make?

I see that you're no ordinary mortal, ‹name›. Your chances against the Old God, however infinitely small, are greater than ours at this point. After all, while he expects dragons at his doorstep, he is not prepared for someone like you.

Just as Anachronos and Staghelm defeated the Qiraji a thousand years ago through the alliance of mortal and dragon races, we too shall form a pact. Gain the trust of the Bronze Dragonflight and you'll gain our trust. Only then we shall make a true champion out of you.