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LOK'TAR OGAR, SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF THE HORDE!
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"The beginning of wisdom is the statement 'I do not know.' The person who cannot make that statement is one who will never learn anything. And I have prided myself on my ability to learn."

- Warchief Thrall


"Live by these words: Lok'tar Ogar! Victory.. or death!"

- Warchief Garrosh Hellscream


"This world don't give us nothing. It be our lot to suffer... and our duty to fight back. This Horde be our family! We don't always see eye-to-eye. We come to blows before. But when we work together - ah - there's nothing this Horde can't do."

- Warchief Vol'jin


"Ours is a cycle of hatred; alliances forged and broken. We have paid the price for sharing this world and we have forgotten what makes us strong."

- Warchief Sylvanas Windrunner


Welcome to the home of The Vol'kar Legion, an ever-growing RP-PvP guild and community based on Wyrmrest Accord-US Server. The Fist of the Warchief, also known as The Children of Vol'jin, is a special operations unit of the Horde military. The battalion has been based out of Orgrimmar, a revamp and revitalization of the Kor'kron, one that discards the ignorance and hatred of the young Hellscream. No matter how great the cost, no task too difficult, Orgrimmar, we'll ever defend her!


We have braved many dangers, faced many enemies. The Alliance, the Iron Horde, the Burning Legion, and even ourselves.

The drums of war pound once again. The ancestors cry out for vengeance. The spirits call your name. Shall you answer?