I've just been hit by a truckload of vicarious embarrassment.
I come back every expansion to hate something and to WAR, not to solve problems about evil spirits and find reasons about what is worth fighting for.
I figh for the hate I feel for my ravaged lands and my murdered heroes, I fight for the lust of revenge and the desire to shed the blood of my enemies until the rivers run red with it, I fight in the name of the Light and with the forces of the elements to resolve unquenchable blood feuds with this alliance that is the Horde.
You will never understand the joy I feel when I slash a blood elf in two or cleave an orc's head off his shoulders. That is the real war.
Go back to your Mists and take care of your evil spirits problems, the rest of the world is at war with its own past, and will be forevermore.