Many adventurers of Azeroth tell tale to their predecessors around the firelight on distant battlefields. They tell stories about fighting the dragons and demons when they first revealed themselves after the third war, before they'd become so scarred and wearisome that putting them down became routine. They tell tale of the battles of ages long past. Of terrors and miracles, of battlefields whetted with blood.
Of these stories, the greatest tales come from the days of The Battle of Hillsbrad. Where terrors laid in wait for the unsuspecting. Where helping a stranger might soon find you a knife in your back. Where great soldiers ascended the ranks to become the first High Warlords and Grand Marshals since the armies went off to fight in distant battlefields.
Where these mortals, in the annals of history, would forever leave their marks on the world. Great dynasties of Guilds were created out of the ashes of the burning foothills. These were the Catalysts and the Low Red Moons, the great names that would go on to greater deeds. Where soldiers became legends, became immortals, became gods among mortals. The Kull, Venom, Moonguard. These were the fighters of the Battle of Hillsbrad that would forever be remembered.
It's why we must be reminded of what these soldiers, these giants among men, fought for. It's why we must remember Tarren Mill.