What is this place?

We call it the Undercity, carved from the sewers and catacombs beneath Lordaeron’s fallen capital.

And to answer your earlier question, my name is Anya. Now follow me. You have much to learn.

What happened to me? Am I... dead?

Undead. We Forsaken are former thralls of the Lich King, newly freed by Lady Sylvanas Windrunner.

Whoever you were in life, you’re now one of us.

Acquaint yourself with the Revival Altar. You’ll need it if you fall in battle.

Good. Now let’s gauge your combat skills by training with the guards.

Let’s see what you’ve got, newcomer.

Try not to fall too quickly.

Another recruit, Anya? This one better last longer.

I’ve been itching for a fight!

Finally, something other than a ghoul!

Rise and shine, rookie!

See that fire? It would be wise to let it do the fighting for us.

Well done. It seems you’ve retained more than just your name.

Come, we have more tasks to attend in the Trade Quarter.

My memories... will they ever return?

Perhaps, perhaps not. Each Forsaken experiences their awakening differently.

Either way, your former life is gone. Remake yourself in undeath.

Fiona often has valuable supplies in stock. Here’s some coin for you to spend.

Once you’re done, come with me. There’s someone you should meet.

More undead awaken amidst the ruins. Bring these new Forsaken to the safety of the Undercity.

More undead awaken amidst the ruins. Bring these new Forsaken to the safety of the Undercity.

Seems lively down here. I suppose Sylvanas put everyone to work.

We must all do our part if we’re to make this city truly ours.

Well done. The Undercity teems with new Forsaken.

Grand Apothecary Putress was asking for you. I believe word of your skills is spreading fast.

I take it you are not fond of Putress.

His genius is undeniable. It’s his demeanor that leaves much to be desired.

Still, he has earned the Dark Lady’s trust, and so I do my best to tolerate him.

Ah, the reagents I requested. I trust they were not too troublesome to procure.

By the way, the mason you rescued earlier requires your assistance. You’ll find him near the canal.

Plaguing the city’s water supply seems like an extreme measure.

Only the Forsaken call the Undercity home. Making it inhospitable is the perfect defense against the living.

Do the living hate us that much? We share a common enemy in the Scourge.

As far as the living are concerned, the Forsaken and the Scourge are one and the same.

Edric’s eye is a powerful magical trinket. One that he keeps misplacing.

We can return it to him and wait for him to lose it again, or we can equip it ourselves. Your choice.

Pour the poison here. The flow of water should carry it throughout the rest of the canals.

There’s something familiar about these canals. Like I’ve been here before...

Perhaps you were a sanitation worker in life.

It does feel like I had a reason to be down here... something important...

Did you find my eye? Oh, thank the Dark Lady! I’d never find my way out of here without it!

My eye... how will I ever get out of here if I can’t see?

Excellent work. The canals flow with plague, and the living will risk much in an attempted invasion.

Leave it to us. Better we play the hunter than the prey.

That certainly is a gigantic spider.

We can’t reach it up there! Cut down the mushrooms!

Well done. Now our workers can continue building in peace.

Hmm. These parts will suffice. At least you didn’t damage them. Much.

You’re welcome, Keever.

Shipments from the quarry are already coming in! I can’t thank you two enough. Please, accept this as a token of gratitude.

I hate to ask something of you again so soon, but one of my excavation crews hasn’t returned. Would you mind tracking them down?

Sure. Mark the excavation site on our map and we’ll check it out.

Anya, look! What is this--

Slaughter these traitorous Forsaken!

The Scourge!

Let blood drown the weak!

It’s... it’s happening again...

Garek, what are you talking about?

Die!

Recruit the forces you require from the mercenary camp. Once you have what you need, strike hard and fast.

All this fighting...in the sewers, in the city... I can almost remember...

Garek. This is not the time to ponder your lost memories. Focus on the here and now.

Intruders! They must not interfere with the master's plans!

They’re raising the dead interred here to bolster their ranks.

Can’t the Forsaken do the same?

No. Only the Scourge possess the means to do that. We must rely on their control lapsing in order to recruit more to our side.

We’re trapped! It’s an ambush!

Something is maintaining that barrier. Survive until it shows itself!

The way is clear! Let’s move!

This guardsman’s shield is pristine. He must have taken great pride in defending the city.

Then it would be a shame to let his shield go to rust. Use it to protect the Forsaken.

That should be all of them. Let’s inform Varimathras that the catacombs are secure.

To think such a large force could get this close to the Undercity...

Many among both the living and dead want to exterminate the Forsaken. We must remain ever vigilant.

The Scourge had best think twice before trying that again. Take your reward.

These workers were not the only ones to go missing. Another group has yet to return from the ventilation corridors.

I want you to follow their trail. Begin in the Trade Quarter, where they were last seen.

That ghoul looks like one that Keever would want to study.

Me scary!

Whazzup?

Each ghoul showed signs of intelligence? Interesting. Keever can make use of this.

Ah, this is perfect! I hope it wasn’t too difficult to retrieve. You have my sincerest gratitude.

No sign of the workers... and no guards, either. Only the rats.

This path is blocked. We’ll need to find another way around.

The gate is controlled by a pair of switches. It won’t open unless both are flipped simultaneously.

Well, we found the workers.

Their bodies were burned. Something is amiss.

Quiet. I hear voices up ahead.

The Knights of the Silver Hand. We have to get rid of them. Now!

I see two keyholes. We’ll probably need both to open the door.

Who are the Silver Hand?

Fanatics who worship the Holy Light. They see us as anathema and want to purge us from the world.

The undead have found us! Seal the tunnel!

No! Wait for me!

That water will boil us into mush. We need to turn off the heat.

The undead have discovered us! They must not reach the cathedral!

We should provision ourselves and recruit troops before proceeding. Once we enter the cathedral, there will be no turning back.

Agreed. There may be citizens in the Undercity that still need our help, as well.

Anya, help! There’s a gigantic spider lurking in the caves!

Nice driving, Garek. Here's your reward, as promised!

For the Lich King!

Beware, Garek. Some who are freed from the Scourge aren’t as friendly as the rest of us.

Meaning we may have to defend ourselves?

Ah, you do catch on quickly.

You there. Sylvanas Windrunner offers you shelter in the Undercity. Head for the sewers.

Hmm. That seemed easy enough.

Must you tempt fate?

The Scourge continue to stalk these ruins and scheme against us. Let none of them survive.

They'll all be mine, in the end!

Must feed! Must feed now!

They were mindless husks... Anya, if I had awakened like that...

Then I would have killed you and let Putress use you for parts. Let’s keep moving.

More Scourge invaders! Quickly, rescue the Forsaken!

It’s safe now. Make for the sewers. The Dark Lady watches over you.

Help! Anyone!

Get away from them!

Thank you! You've saved us!

Head for the sewers. Lady Sylvanas offers refuge to all Forsaken.

He... he’s gone. I remember now... Thank you.

You are free of your past. Make your way to the Undercity. The Dark Lady will bid you welcome.

Run away, children! The cult will slaughter us all!

Dead... all dead.

Mourn if you must. When you are ready, a new home awaits you in the Undercity.

Who dares disturb my rest?! You will burn in the fires of my magic!

Enough. Your rage is misdirected. Join the Forsaken, and aim your ire at the Scourge.

Yes... yes, you are right. Thank you, for helping me see clearly.

Such a bleak fate, to first be raised into undeath, and then awakened to the horror of your new existence.

That’s one way of looking at it. Would you rather have been left to rot, or do you embrace the chance at a second life?

Hard to say. I have no memories of my first one.

That may be a blessing in disguise. Many of us remember how we died, and what we were made to do before our free will was restored.

If only we were all fortunate enough to be gifted a blank slate.

The living scurry amongst these ruins. We should root them out.

More vile fields! Burn in the Light!

A paladin! Slay him!

Keever couldn’t have found a less dangerous way to do this, could he?

Grand Marshal Garithos, reviled by foe and ally alike. None shed a tear when Sylvanas had him killed.

Strange that Keever wants to make use of his remains. Perhaps he considers it a sort of justice.

Kill them all!

Is that ghoul... reading? That's not possible.

Hmm. Perhaps we can use some books to lure it out.

It might be afraid of us. Let's back away and give it some space.

Something tells me Keever will find a kindred spirit in this one.

There's a Dark Ranger camp ahead. Let's check in with them first.

Anya, how did I end up in Putress’s apothecarium to begin with?

You were among the Scourge forces that held the Capital City when Lady Sylvanas came to claim it.

After the battle, we gathered the remaining undead and sent them to Putress for... processing.

So I fought against Sylvanas when I was in the Scourge? And yet she welcomes me as one of the Forsaken?

She understands all too well what it means to be forced to do the Lich King’s bidding.

How could she turn away a newly awakened Forsaken, no matter what they had done before?

What about you, Anya? How did you join the Forsaken?

In life, I served under Sylvanas. We both died defending our kingdom against the Scourge. And we were both raised into undeath.

When I regained my free will, the Dark Lady offered me a place to belong. And for that, she has my eternal loyalty.

Do you remember what you were forced to do when you were under the Lich King’s control?

Yes. But I will not discuss it, Garek. Not with you, nor with anyone else.

Reliving the past will not change it. Better to move forward without looking back.

It seems many of the Forsaken have stories like yours. Cursed with undeath, seeking to make the most of a grim fate.

We are indeed united by our torment. The world sees us as monsters, and so we have only each other to rely upon.

Then I will endeavor to be reliable. For Lady Sylvanas, and for the Forsaken.

The gnoll camp is to the south of here. Don’t die! Again.

We’re simply going to let them set up shop in the Undercity?

The Forsaken need supplies, which the goblins can provide. And if they’re reliant on the Undercity for protection...

Then the Dark Lady can negotiate their prices from a position of strength. Impressive, Bandarion.

As one of the Forsaken, you may develop an affinity for spiders. But it would still be wise to approach them with caution.

Sticky webs! Gordo needs help!

Yet another fine mess, Gordo!

Gordo free! Going back to camp now!

Try not to wander off again.

A vile sickness festers throughout these woods.

The Scourge's handiwork. They sought to blight all of Lordaeron.

Now this land belongs to the Forsaken. We suffer neither the Scourge nor the living to intrude.

Murlocs. Foul creatures, but their scales are useful in alchemy.

That’s everything Putress wants. Let’s head back to the Undercity.

Gordo collected a few goods while he was wandering out there. They might be worth a look.

The quarry is on the northern edge of the woods. Let’s move.

It’s fortunate that Bernd remembers masonry from when he was alive. His skills will benefit the Undercity.

One might say that there is value to be found in our former lives after all.

Hmph. You speak quite knowingly about such things, for one who awakened so recently.

Yes, well. It’s like you said. I do catch on quickly, don’t I?

Looks like the ogres have set up some fortifications.

Then we have a choice to make. Either we attack head on, or we look for another way in.

With their leader slain, the rest of the ogres will scatter into the hills.

It’s good to know that this quarry will supply Bernd’s workforce.

The undead! Cut them apart and take their valuables!

Well, these look like the parts Keever asked us to collect.

That ghoul appears to be fishing. I’ve never seen that before.

Quickly, after them!

Me smash you!

I suppose that’s one way to catch a fish. Let’s bring this ghoul back to Keever.

Looks like the ghoul survived the fight. Let’s bring it back to Keever.

All right, Garek. You'll be alone on the track, trying to beat the other drivers' times.

Listen to my instructions, keep your eyes on the road, and let's win this thing!

Easy on the throttle, now...

I said easy!

Ready... Set... GO!

Garek, you're breaking the vehicle!

You have to stay on the road!

Triple caution! Triple caution!

Concentrate, Garek! Please!

Garek! Listen to my calls!

Garek, Garek, what are you doing, man?!

Murlocs! Look out!

Abomination on the road!

Right, right!

Right turn ahead!

Turn right, Garek!

Left, left!

Left turn coming up!

To the left, Garek!

Home stretch! Into the finish, Garek!

We won?! We won! Never doubted you for a second!

Not bad for an amateur. I guess.

Well... any race you can walk away from, yeah?

This portal seems inert. Perhaps it requires a source of power.

It looks like this could fit within the portal's frame. I'd wager it's the power source we need.

These accursed mages and their little tricks. We'll have to retrace our steps.

This beam could probably activate the next portal if we can remove the obstacles in its path.

It was an illusion! The real artifact must be elsewhere in the vault.

Our search continues.

Looks like this is the real artifact.

Finally. Let's get this blasted thing back to Lexington.

Intruders! Lock the doors!

I told you this would happen. Let’s hope you were right about there being a side entrance.

Why do these paladins hate us so much? Is it solely because we are undead?

That's reason enough, in their eyes. But in truth, they blame us for the fall of Lordaeron.

Perhaps there are some who still pursue justice, whatever that means. But most want only revenge.

We're in. Now to eliminate the Silver Hand.

Agh! It.. it burns!

It's the Light! Kill the priests, quickly!

Vile monsters! You dare defile this hallowed ground?!

I can’t thank you enough. Here, you’ll need these torches to burn the rat nests.

You’re much too accommodating, you know that?

It’s my job to help people, not push them aside.

That’s all of the rats. Let’s move onto the slimes.

That should be everything. Let’s head back to the War Quarter.

I can hardly believe how much we’ve built up the Undercity over the past year.

It helps that our workers need neither food nor sleep.

I see a lever on the pipe. Pulling it should stop the flow and prevent more slimes from emerging.

That should do it. Let’s head back to the War Quarter.

That should take care of the slimes. Now to clear out the rats.

Bernd will be glad to hear that his work can resume.

True. Though it’s strange... his crews have never encountered issues like these before.

We’re under attack! Deathguards, to arms!

Hold the line! Anya and I will secure the rest of the Undercity!

The War Quarter is blocked by rubble. We’ll need to load up the meat wagons to clear the way.

Garithos kill humans! Kill them dead!

With us, Garithos!

Captain Bandarion! We’ll hold this room while you push forward.

Close ranks! The Light will protect you as you slay these fiends!

The War Quarter is secure! Deathguards, hold this ground!

The Scarlet Crusade... I’ve not heard of them before.

They’re likely another group of Light-blinded zealots. The Silver Hand by another name.

Despite what they claim, I doubt it’s the Light that truly drives them.

Anya! Garek! Get these imbeciles off of me!

Took you long enough! Now watch my back as I prepare the plague!

Here, this may help! Or it may not.

Don’t say I never did anything for you!

I’ve made a spare potion for you. Don’t waste it!

You’re fortunate I’m here to provide some aid!

Drink this, and be quick about it!

To think I’ve been reduced to mixing tonics for you.

Brewing potions liked these is beneath a Grand Apothecary.

Ah! The plague is ready!

Death to the living!

I believe the Apothecarium is secure. Feel free to scurry along.

You’re welcome, Putress.

Die, you pitiful zealots!

I will deal with the rest of these vermin. Get to the Mage Quarter!

Months of construction, undone in moments. These fanatics will pay.

The Undercity can always be rebuilt. What matters now is protecting our people.

Garek, that pylon looks similar to the ones controlling the captives.

Then perhaps we can use it to control the minds of our foes.

Your dark magic has no hold on me! Suffer the Light’s judgment!

Hmph. Who needs magic when a blade gets the job done?

We’ve secured the area. Let’s head for the Rogue Quarter.

The Scarlet Crusade will purge your wretched kind!

Monsters! You must be purified!

Garek! Take cover!

Let’s head for the center of the Undercity. We can survey the damage on the way.

An attack of this scale would have taken months of planning.

And a sizeable number of soldiers. They must have a stronghold nearby.

The Trade Quarter is under heavy repair. Avoid it for now and head directly to the surface.

Be careful with those. Don’t want to get caught in the blast radius!

These tunnels are old and abandoned. They must have been left empty for a long time.

Scarlet Crusaders! Kill them and plant the explosives!

That’s one breach down. Let’s close the others.

What is this place?

I don’t know. But it’s ancient. Perhaps older than Lordaeron itself.

It’s some kind of altar. And... I can feel it calling to me...

Sounds like that was quite the adventure. I wonder what else lies buried all around us.

It seems the Scarlet Crusade found more than they bargained for.

Take this serum with you. It will grant you temporary control of the lesser experiments.

Take this serum with you. It will grant you temporary control of the lesser experiments.

We might have, too. Maybe the larger specimens could force that thing back into its cell.

We might have, too. Maybe the larger specimens could force that thing back into its cell.

It's weakened! The other specimens should be able to push it back!

No wonder the Scarlet Crusade fell to that monstrosity.

Looks like we had to eliminate Putress's little pet. Oh well.

I’ll have to start a new specimen from scratch. Months of experimentation down the drain!

I’ll study that specimen later. No doubt slaying those Scarlet fools will result in valuable data.

Captain Bandarion, thank the Dark Lady you’re here! We need time to realign the runes on the pylon!

Keep that banshee from attacking us, and we can end this without bloodshed!

You needn't kill the banshee, merely hold it at bay!

We're making progress on the repairs. Keep it up!

The pylon is nearly restored!

No! If only we had worked faster, this fate could have been avoided.

Excellent! I’ll have to reinforce these pylons in the future.

I hear the screaming has ceased. Whatever you did to stop it, you’ve earned your reward.

How very generous of you.

Make your preparations. Once we lay siege to the Scarlet Monastery, there will be no turning back.

It'll take weeks to repair the damage the Scarlet Crusade has done. I'd better get to work.

Hmm, is that all the blood you could find? I suppose a small sample is better than none.

It’s some kind of altar. And... I can feel it calling to me...

That... was an unusual experience.

Not sure what I expected... but it certainly wasn’t that.

What vile sorcery was that?

Stay back! You profane the Light with your every action!

He's Forsaken! Quickly, we have to help him!

The Argent Dawn sent you here alone?

My orders were to monitor the Scarlet Crusade and remain unseen. But I could not stand idle as they torched these villages.

Then at least you have not completely abandoned your kind.

It seems we’re too late. We should search for survivors.

The village was ransacked. Almost as if it were raided for supplies.

Fel magic. For all their faults, the Scarlet Crusade would never dabble in such vile sorcery.

This axe is of orcish make. Blackrock clan.

Arthas and Uther drove them from these lands before the plague began. These must be holdouts.

Wolf tracks. If we follow them, they'll lead us back to the orcs.

It might be a good idea to root them out. They're not the Crusade, but they can still pose a threat.

For the Scarlet Crusade!

Leonid, you are a knight of the Argent Dawn, but not a paladin?

Calling upon the Holy Light burns me from within. The undead are not meant to wield such divine power.

At least that's something we can agree on.

The Scarlet Crusade have been using these watchtowers to spy on us. It would be wise to reclaim them.

None can hide from the Light!

Captain Bandarion! Deathknell is under attack!

Send word to the Undercity, we'll protect the civilians.

That seems to be all of them. We should move on.

It pains me to see the Scarlet Crusade twist their faith into zealotry.

Justice, compassion, holiness, protection. Yet the Crusade seems to value only retribution.

You are familiar with the tenets of the Silver Hand? Were you perhaps a paladin in life?

I... don't know. I have no memories from before my awakening. What I know of the Light, I studied in undeath.

A waste of time, I say. The Light abhors the Forsaken, and the feeling is mutual.

Lordaeron must be purged of this undead filth!

That lunatic! We have to stop her!

You will not claim my life, heathens! When I return, I will see you engulfed in flames!

How did you come to join the Argent Dawn, and not the Forsaken?

When Lady Sylvanas offered me a place in the Undercity, I found that I... could not accept it.

Undeath is a malady. My hope is that one day, the Light may cure me of it and return me to the living.

You're a delusional fool. Better to accept what you are than to cling to what you used to be.

What you call delusion, I call hope. The Light can perform miracles for those who keep faith.

This seems like one of the beasts Putress mentioned. Let's bring its blood back to Apothecarium.

Murlocs. Always in need of culling.

More goblins in Tirisfal. I wonder what they're up to.

Big mistake, pal!

I take it you did not retrieve the lumber. I suppose I will have to ask Bernd for more of it.

You have my gratitude. Now we can continue rebuilding Brill.

Revenants are a dreadful foe, even for the undead.

With the revenant gone, we can focus on repairing the damage from the attack. Deathknell thanks you yet again.

Froth around the victim's mouth. Seems like poison... but there's also an arrow wound in his back.

An unpaid invoice for alchemical reagents. It seems Olson owed Saloman quite a bit of gold.

This is Saloman's barn, but these pelts seem expensive and expertly prepared. Could he have stolen them from Andre?

Whatever's in this mug, it isn't merely ale. I can smell something just beneath the surface.

It seems like whoever last held this bow was in a hurry to get rid of it.

A letter from Olson, asking Saloman to discuss his debt over a mug of ale. This would have been just before the Scarlet attack.

A letter from Andre, saying he knows Saloman has been stealing his pelts and demanding he return them by today... or else.

Orcs. They’ve been a stain on these lands for years.

Not all of them. But the Blackrock clan are known for their brutal raiders.

Then let’s discourage them from raiding the Forsaken.

The deed is done. Perhaps the other orcs will heed the warning.

Leonid, you said not all orcs threaten these lands. Have you met others?

Yes, in the Argent Dawn. I've heard rumors of a young warchief who led many of the orcs across the sea.

It is said he is forming a "new Horde" that values strength and honor.

I’ll believe that when I see it.

Taste my blade!

Ready for action!

I am your servant.

Say the word.

Locked and loaded!

The Argent Dawn had to garrison in ogre territory. We may have to fight our way up the hill.

Leonid! The ogres took our patrols prisoner! The fort is under attack!

What?! Then there's no time to spare! We must rescue the others and break the siege!

By the Light's grace, we're not too late! The fort's gates still hold!

They won't for much longer. We have to end this siege now!

The siege is broken, and the rest of the ogres will scatter into the hills. Let's head into the fort.

It's time to let Lady Sylvanas know what we've learned.

Do not expect a warm homecoming, Leonid. Not all Forsaken are as forgiving as I am.

Our troops are on the move. We need to clear out the Scarlet Crusade's defenses or they'll be marching into a death trap.

Many Forsaken have fallen, but the victory is still within reach!

We have lost half of our forces the Crusade's defenses. Do not allow this battle to drag on!

We cannot maintain the siege for much longer! Finish this, now!

Enough! I will not sacrifice any more Forsaken to a lost cause! Fall back to the Undercity!

Those archers will make short work of our army. Eliminate them.

The high ground is ours. Let's push forward!

Dark rangers are skirmishing with crusaders across the forest. My sisters can join us if we come to their aid.

I serve the Banshee Queen!

Greetings!

I have heard of a barracks nearby where the Crusade is keeping captive Forsaken troops. We should rescue them if we can.

With us, soldiers! We march on the Scarlet Monastery!

Slaughtered, all of them. This is what awaits us if the Crusade wins.

Our forces will be hard pressed to break that shield wall. Flank the Scarlets and ambush their captain.

The undead strike from the high ground! Do not let them pass!

The phalanx is broken! Our army pushes forward!

The Crusade will respond in kind. We must reach the monastery soon.

That inquisitor will use the Light to incinerate our forces. We need to slay him!

Vile monsters! Burn in holy fire!

Good riddance. Now our army can advance.

No! Your siege ends here!

The Crusade has only one line of defense remaining. The monastery lies ahead!

Then it's time to end this battle!

Attack!

I'll mount your head on a wall!

To arms!

Attack!

For Honor! For Freedom!

We will attack as one!

At your side, milady!

Face me, monsters!

You shall all be purified!

None can oppose the Scarlet Crusade!

You dare strike at the High Inquisitor?!

Your wretched existence ends here!

Fight on, my champion!

The Light protects those who serve it!

We will be victorious!

Drive back these heathens, Mograine!

Let the flame of salvation burn!

They are gaining ground, milady! We must fall back to defend the monastery!

Very well. One day, these unholy abominations will pay for their treachery!

Captain! Our meat wagons can take down that tower, but we need to get rid of the cannons first!

Rally what forces you can. There may also be others across the battlefield who require your aid.

Stopping the ground assault won't accomplish anything if Naxxramas fires on us again.

Then we'll have to find a way to bring it down.

Captain Bandarion! We've secured positions at two other bridges, but they won't hold for long!

We'll deploy additional troops as needed. Stand strong until we have no choice but to fall back!

Let terror reign!

Embrace the end!

The Scourge will devour all!

Good of you to join the fight, Captain Bandarion!

These Scourge maggots are going to regret attacking our home!

What we do?

Heh. It takes more than this to defeat the Forsaken!

This bridge is lost! Fall back while I cover you!

We cannot hold this position! Head back to the Undercity!

There are too many of them! Retreat while you still can!

Is there no end to them?!

Hold your ground! If we falter here, the Forsaken are lost!

Knights of the Argent Dawn! Strike down these Scourge heathens!

That's Leonid! The Argent Dawn have joined the battle!

We've secured the ruins! Regroup at the entrance to the Undercity!

I will join you for the assault on Naxxramas. I may know where the explosives will do the most damage.

Leonid, how do you know where to place the explosives?

I have walked the halls of Naxxramas before... as one of the Scourge. I still remember everything I saw within it.

You were at Stratholme, then. That's where it was brought after being torn Northrend's frozen wastes.

Stratholme... why do I...

No. It's not important now. All that matters is our mission.

We have to reach the skybarge fast or we'll be overwhelmed!

Intruders! Your traitorous kind will kneel to the Scourge!

Quickly, to the skybarge! Before reinforcements arrive!

It always has to be spiders, doesn’t it?

These creatures will soon be the least of our concerns.

Kill that nerubian before it ensnares us in its webs!

Here’s where we should plant the first explosive. Clear the area!

It’s an ambush! Watch yourselves!

We’ve secured the area! Let’s plant the explosives and push forward!

This is the wing of the necropolis where they assemble their flesh golems and other abominations.

Then we shall disassemble them as we make our way through.

Captain Bandarion, is that you?! Help!

Thank you, sir! The Scourge took us and several other prisoners in the battle below.

We’ll find them and set them free. With us, deathguards!

Our enemies will fall!

Ready to fight!

Victory for Sylvanas!

I remember this gate. The switch to open it should be somewhere nearby.

That should have opened the gate. And it sounds like we have company.

The master of this necropolis, Kel’Thuzad... who is he?

A necromancer who spread the plague of undeath across Lordaeron. Prince Arthas killed him, but then later resurrected him as a lich.

To do so, he slaughtered my people and defiled the Sunwell. Our kingdom died so that Kel’Thuzad could be reborn.

I won’t let the Undercity fall as well. I failed my people in life. I’ll do everything in my power to protect the Forsaken.

This is where we should place the next explosive.

Then let’s deal with that monstrosity and do it.

That was a big one. Everyone all right?

Well enough. Let’s plant the explosives and keep moving.

The Scourge are raising orcs into undeath as well. They would make for terrifying death knights.

That skeleton... it’s gargantuan!

I doubt we’ll be able to fell it on our own. We must outwit it instead.

This gate requires a key. I’d wager that lumbering skeleton is the one who holds it.

For the Burning Blade!

These flames... if we can trap the skeleton in here, we might be able to defeat it.

The guardian is slain. Quickly, take its key so we can press on.

The Scourge’s depravity is on full display. Would that I could smite them all with the Light.

Could it even reach us here? We’re surrounded by death and darkness.

There is nowhere beyond the Light’s reach. One need only have faith.

Bold words for one whom the Light would burn to a crisp.

Turn back, intruders! Else I will be forced to slay you!

Sir Zeliek... he was once a paladin of the Silver Hand!

And now he’s in our way.

You wield the Light as one of the Scourge? This is sacrilege!

I pray that the Light destroys me for it. Then I shall at last be freed from my master’s command.

Only the Light... will free me... from servitude...

He could call upon the Light, even in undeath...

The Scourge will raise him again, and continue twisting his faith into torment. Sir Zeliek deserves far better than this.

What the hell is that thing?

The result of another twisted experiment. Slay it so we can plant the next explosive.

Disgusting creature. Let’s set the explosive and get out of this muck.

Watch out!

These gates are linked by a chain of switches. We must trigger each of them in turn.

What is this? It looks like a cathedral.

Is there no limit to the Scourge’s blasphemy?!

Embrace the truth as I have, dark ranger. Quel’Thalas has fallen and the Sunwell is gone. The Scourge are our future now!

My future is with the Forsaken! And yours is in the dirt!

You showed promise as one of the Scourge, Leonid Barthalomew. A pity you have squandered it by siding with the living.

The Argent Dawn renewed my faith in the Light. Their courage will destroy your dark masters!

It is not me who you face, but your own doubts and weaknesses!

They’re just shadows! Vanquish them and focus on Ilastar!

How is this possible? How can you channel the Light?!

There is nowhere... the Light cannot reach. This... ends now!

You... will not... command us!

Garek! You’ll burn yourself to ash!

No! The Light will not take me!

Ilastar... I’m sorry for leading you to this fate.

What do we do now? We have no way to bring down Naxxramas.

We... have to get rid of its crystal... before it fires another blast. And I know how to do it.

You can channel the Light, just like Sir Zeliek... How is this possible?

I... can feel it burn... each time I call upon it. But... it still... comes to my aid...

You can’t keep this up, Garek. The Light will destroy you.

I just need... to hold on long enough... to save the Forsaken...

I remember... everything. The mistakes I made... the lessons I failed to learn...

You have to put that behind you. Being Forsaken means having the chance to define who you are.

You're right, Anya... But knowing who I was... has shown me who I want to be... and what I must do...

We are nearing the top of Naxxramas. I am certain we will soon face Kel’Thuzad himself.

He brought ruin to humans and elves alike. Now he intends to exterminate the Forsaken. We cannot allow that to happen.

Come what may... the Forsaken will survive. I swear it... by the Light...

You struggle in vain. Once I have empowered the crystal, your precious Undercity will be reduced to a blighted crater.

We won’t... let that happen!

The Light... it burns...

Think yourself some sort of paladin, do you? I should sit back and watch you incinerate yourself!

Pathetic vermin! I am the master of Stratholme! You stand no chance against me!

Soon you will share the fate of the city you betrayed and destroyed.

It is done! In mere moments, the Undercity will be no more!

Until then, it seems you require aid, Rivendare. Allow me.

Now is our chance! Kill them both!

They... will raise me again... in Stratholme...

This is not the end for me. But it will be for you.