The movie of the Angrathar the Wrathgate and the betrayal bu the forsaken
its easy to find on your pc C:\Users\Public\Games\World of Warcraft\Data\enUS\Interface\Cinematics
Highlord Bolvar Fordragon walks among his men.
Alliance Soldier 1: Highlord Bolvar!
Alliance Soldier 2: Thank the Light!
Alliance Soldier 3: For Lordaeron!
Alliance Soldier 4: For the Alliance!
Bolvar roars as he and his men charge into the undead.
Highlord Fordragon: Back, you mindless wretches!
The gates open and Scourge vrykul, shouting in their native tongue, charge out.
Highlord Fordragon: Fight on, brothers!
As the battle continues, Dranosh Saurfang observes the conflict and raises his axe to rally his soldiers.
Dranosh Saurfang: Rise up, sons of the Horde! Blood and glory await us!
Back at the battle, Bolvar glances up at the sound of an orcish horn, Dranosh shouting 'Victory or death!' in orcish as he and his troops arrive.
Dranosh Saurfang: Lok'tar ogar! For the Horde!
Horde army: FOR THE HORDE!
Bolvar and Dranosh fight side-by-side.
Highlord Fordragon: I was wondering if you'd show up!
Dranosh Saurfang: I couldn't let the Alliance have ALL the fun today!
Dranosh swings his axe, killing three undead vrykul in one slash. After the battle ends, Bolvar and Dranosh approach the gate. Dranosh glances at Bolvar, apparently giving him the lead to speak.
Highlord Fordragon: Arthas! The blood of your father, of your people, demands justice! Come forth, coward, and answer for your crimes!
The gate rumbles and opens again as Dranosh growls, revealing the Lich King, Frostmourne in hand.
The Lich King: You speak of justice? Of cowardice? I will show you the justice of the grave... and the true meaning... of fear!
As the Lich King approaches, undead legions rise behind him.
Dranosh Saurfang: Enough talk! Let it be finished!
Dranosh charges, roaring. The Lich King swings Frostmourne, shattering Dranosh's axe and killing the orc instantly. Bolvar and the Horde army can only watch in horror as his body falls to the ground. Frostmourne consumes the soul of the slain orc. When Bolvar next speaks, there is no mistaking the seething anger in his voice.
Highlord Fordragon: You will pay, for all the lives you've stolen, traitor.
The Lich King: Boldly stated. But there is nothing you can--
An explosion and a green cloud, accompanied by screams of pain behind Bolvar interrupts the confrontation.
The Lich King: What?
Laughter emanates from the heights above the Wrathgate as Grand Apothecary Putress approaches.
Grand Apothecary Putress: Did you think we had forgotten? Did you think we had forgiven?
As he speaks, the catapults come forward.
Grand Apothecary Putress: Behold, now, the terrible vengeance of the Forsaken!
The Lich King: Sylvanas...
The catapults fire, unleashing plague bombs onto the battlefield.
Grand Apothecary Putress: Death to the Scourge! And death to the living!
The plague explodes across the field, killing Scourge, Alliance and Horde soldiers alike.
Highlord Fordragon: Fall back!
Those forces who are not killed by the plague flee from the Wrathgate as many more die around Bolvar. Even the Lich King is affected as he falls to his knees, coughing and hacking. With a roar, he comes to his feet and flees from the field, back into Icecrown Citadel.
The Lich King: This... isn't... over...
The gate closes. Putress laughs.
Grand Apothecary Putress: Now, all can see... this is the hour of the Forsaken.
Putress leaves. On the field below, Bolvar falls to the ground, glancing up towards Fordragon Hold to where he had left the Alliance adventurer to stand guard.
Highlord Fordragon: We're finished. No escape... for any of us.
Bolvar glances towards Wyrmrest Temple and sees dragons approaching. Finally, he succumbs to the plague and dies just as the dragons, members of the Red flight, arrive. The reds incinerate the Forsaken catapults and the plague clouds before flying back to the temple.