La marque de Vashj

Burn it down, <race>. Burn it all down! They deserve nothing! Do you hear me! NOTHING! They must pay for what they have done. For what they continue to do.

I would kill Vashj myself if I could break free of these damned bindings.

Or maybe you seek to do the work of Neptulon? Her death serves both of us, soft-skin. Will you assist me in forming the sacred cudgel.

Texte d’origine, sans traduction française.