After defeating Garrosh Grom Hellscream appear.
Garrosh: Father? Is it... over?
Grom lays a comforting hand on Garrosh' gauntlet.
Grom: At long last. No warchief rules forever, my son.
Garrosh: I see... only darkness... before me...
Garrosh' eyes roll back into his head and he dies, his hand falling to the ground. Grom closes his son's eyes and gently lays him on the ground as walks in.
Grom: Without its master's command, the restless Horde will become an even greater threat to this world.
Grom stands, facing Thrall.
Grom: Control must be maintained... There must always be... a Warchief...
Grom' ghost disappear, and Thrall shields his eyes from the blinding Gorehowl. Thrall picks up the mantle of Warchief and examines it.
Thrall: The weight of such a burden... it must be mine. For there is no other to—
Beaten Vol'jin appear.
Vol'jin: Thrall... You hold a grim destiny in your hands, brother... but it is not your own.
Thrall: Vol'jin... by all that is holy...
Vol'jin: The Y'shaarj darkness... sealed my fate. The world of the living can no longer comfort me. Place the mantle of the Warchief on me, Thrall..
Thrall turns his back on Vol'jin, preparing to walk away.
Thrall: NO, old friend. I cannot.
Vol'jin: DO IT THRALL! You and these brave heroes have your own destinies to fulfill. This last act of service... is mine.
Thrall: You will not be forgotten... brother.
Vol'jin: I MUST be forgotten, Thrall If the world is to live free from the tyranny of the Horde – they must never know what was done here today.
Thrall nods The chamber begins to shake violently. There is a flash of light and Vol'jin's eyes are glowing red.
Vol'jin: Tell them only that the Warchief is dead...
Vol'jin: and that Vol'jin died with him...
Vol'jin: NOW GO. LEAVE THIS PLACE – AND NEVER RETURN.
