The Path of Glory. If there is one thing I remember the most back in the days, it were the memories of when I first came here, to the Citadel, to join the Horde’s stronghold. A clear, sunny day, it was. The lands were still green. Orcs still brown. A glorious parade of Warsong orcs led by Grommash himself. The waving banners and blowing horns accompanying us, and the winds guiding our wolves to a new home. Our new home, as both the lands and the orcs started to deteriorate. It became the Hellfire it is today. Soon after, the Dark Portal would follow, with the Path of Glory leading us there with the draenei-bones of those fallen at the city of Shattrath it had been made out of. Then, taken over by the fel orcs. Now, a path of endless battle. Surrounded by a red earth and overseen by a