My son... the day you were born, the very forests of Atlas whispered the name..."Sigma"......
My child, I watched with pride as you grew into a weapon of death.......
Remember - our line has always ruled with strength and philos♂ophia......
And I know you will show restraint when you want to brothel......
But the truest victory, my son – to make shit boom of your people.......
I tell you this, for when Sargeras days have come to an end – you, shall be King.......
有人说我长得帅，我站阳台上想了一个晚上
究竟是谁
走漏的风声………（严肃脸）
　　　　---------来自一个好人（泪目）