Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: A mighty blow has been dealt to the Lich King! You have proven yourselves as able bodied champions of the Argent Crusade. Together we will strike against Icecrown Citadel and destroy what remains of the Scourge! There is no challenge that we cannot face united!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: A shallow and tragic victory. We are weaker as a whole from the losses suffered today. Who but the Lich King could benefit from such foolishness? Great warriors have lost their lives. And for what? The true threat looms ahead - the Lich King awaits us all in death.
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Arthas! You are hopelessly outnumbered! Lay down Frostmourne and I will grant you a just death.
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Everyone calm down! Compose yourselves! There is no conspiracy at play here! The warlock acted on his own volition, outside of influences from the Alliance. The tournament must go on!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Grand Warlock Wilfred Fizzlebang will summon forth your next challenge. Stand by for his entry.
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Hailing from the deepest, darkest caverns of the Storm Peaks, Gormok the Impaler! Battle on, heroes!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Only by working together will you overcome the final challenge. From the depths of Icecrown come two of the Scourge's most powerful lieutenants: fearsome val'kyr, winged harbingers of the Lich King!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Our march upon Icecrown Citadel begins now!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Quickly, heroes, destroy the demon lord before it can open a portal to its twisted demonic realm!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Remember, heroes, fear is your greatest enemy in these befouled halls. Steel your heart and your soul will shine brighter than a thousand suns. The enemy will falter at the sight of you. They will fall as the light of righteousness envelops them!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Steel yourselves, heroes, for the twin terrors, Acidmaw and Dreadscale, enter the arena!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: The air itself freezes with the introduction of our next combatant, Icehowl! Kill or be killed, champions!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: The loss of Wilfred Fizzlebang, while unfortunate, should be a lesson to those that dare dabble in dark magic. Alas, you are victorious and now must face the next challenge.
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: The monstrous menagerie has been vanquished!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: The next battle will be against the Argent Crusade's most powerful knights! Only by defeating them will you be deemed worthy...
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: This is our final stand. What happens here will echo through the ages. Regardless of outcome, they will know that we fought with honor. That we fought for the freedom and safety of our people!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Very well. I will allow it. Fight with honor!
Highlord Tirion Fordring yells: Welcome, champions! You have heard the call of the Argent Crusade and you have boldly answered! It is here, in the Crusaders' Coliseum, that you will face your greatest challenges. Those of you who survive the rigors of the coliseum will join the Argent Crusade on its march to Icecrown Citadel.
Highlord Tirion Fordring says: By the Light, it must be so!
Highlord Tirion Fordring says: The power of the Light knows no bounds, Saurfang. His soul is under great strain, but he lives - for now.