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The Defense of the Ancients
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yeah i know...but mine is so long that it might not fit in one post as the story progress... that is if i ever had the time to write that long...
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Black and White are two parallel lines that may never meet...But they are destined to be side by side together...
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I actually like him not just adding to the post. I get lost after not reading for a while. Instead of re-reading half the story or missing parts or accidentaly skipping and reading a very important later part. Thats my opinion ^^
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ganjamus!(insert diss here)
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Seems like albatrossX is about to face some though competetion. My story is finally out and people seem to be liking it.
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yeah...good for you, i dont have much time to work on my stories..
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=+Prologue Part 2+=
They've done it, they've pushed the Scourge back to the Capital City. Lord Raven wondered why did it seemed impossible at first, wondered why it seemed so daunting to him, the Scourge is hardly a resistance to his army when their onslaught drove them faster than expected.
Only now he realized that the undeads never really wanted to fight them in open field. Looking up the half repaired walls of the Capital City, he saw lines and lines of skeleton archers, all kept an arrow ready and aimed at the Alliance army. Fire they did not, for the Alliance are far out of the range of their arrows.
The evening sky turned darker the more Lord Raven hesitated to attack. But he dared not show his that on his face, he remained calm. His men looked at him as if he is waiting for the best time to lay siege, and they waited with respect of their general.
A lightning thundered in the sky, the wind grew into a gale. Lord Raven looked up into the sky, dark clouds loomed, hung as if heaven is descending. He pondered, maybe fighting in the rain may help give them the edge he thought. Either way, he must lay siege to the city by today and press on with their attacks to buy time for the Rangers.
One of his men came to him, and reported," My lord, we've just got a message from Master Furion via his courier, and it's directed to you."
"What does he say?" asked Raven.
The soldier handed him a parchment of paper, Lord Raven kind of snatched it from his hand. His eyes read the message, and rolled furiously as he reread it a couple of times.
"By the gods, Furion had led the Rangers into the Capital City! Does he knew not the risk of doing so?!" Lord Raven boomed, his men around him stared at him, not uttering a sound, and the soldier who handed him the message retreated silently.
Lord Raven turned his horse around to face his men. "Listen up men, Furion and his Rangers has entered the Capital City. We must now move on at distract the Scourge as he proceeds to kill the Lich King. We seemed helpless but that's the only thing we can now do to grant the Rangers the time they needed."
The soldiers stared blank at him, none of them said anything, they just exchanged looks with each other.
Lord Raven spoke again, this time with flair and charisma of a leader," Come on men! We shall ride! For Theramore!"
None of them responded, they are in doubt of their ability to breach the city walls. One of the general's lieutenant stood out and raised his sword high and yelled his lungs out as he repeated," For Theramore!"
Then suddenly, the whole army sprang into life, all of them followed the lieutenant and yelled,"For Theramore". Surely they are tired out of the whole day of fighting, but Lord Raven has faith in his men, they might doubting their ability, but if anyone is to destroy the Scourge, it is his men, today, right now.
"For the Alliance!" Lord Raven shouted at the ranks again, and they echoed with full spirit. Satisfied, he faced the City again.
Lord Raven raised his sword high, the war cry drumming his ears, he spurred his horse and followed by his soldier behind. They rode down to the Capital City.
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Kel'Thuzad rushed into the throne room, and invited a few glare on himself as he moved towards the Lich King.
"Master, the Alliance are attacking. It's not safe here, we must go immediately. Either to Northend or Westwindal, we must not linger any longer," Kel'Thuzad said.
"As if the master himself doesn't already know what to do, Kel'Thuzad," jeered the faceless Eredar beside Ner'Zhul. Kel'Thuzad shot a look is dislike at Slipheus.
The Lich King raised his hand to signal the Marionette to stop, and he spoke out himself," I know of the threat. That's why you are summoned, Kel'Thuzad."
Ner'Zhul took a glance of his minions gathered in the Throne room. "Ish'Kafel..." the Lich King summoned, one of them stood out to what appears to be a draenei, not traditional aqua blue in colour but rather grey.
"Kel'Thuzad, this is one of my most trusted servant, he will lead you to the old feast hall where you must open a portal for means of escape if the Alliance breach through the walls. Northend is too risky for us to refuge, they already know we are there. And therefore, Westwindal remained our only choice."
Kel'Thuzad tried to speak, but he knows that his master made a clever decision, one that requires no more discussion and to be carried out immediately. He bowed to Ner'Zhul and left the chamber with the mysterious Draenei.
Ner'Zhul casted a stern glare over his servants, his glowing eyes inspiring fear and loyalty among them. "See to it that those Alliance scum will not break through. The walls were hardly repaired since we last teared it down, it won't hold unless we do something," Ner'Zhul ordered, and they obeyed.
"Do not fail me..." Ner'Zhul added. His servants rushed out of the throne room, and proceeded to their task.
"Master, how can I help?" Slipheus quietly asked over Ner'Zhul's shoulder.
For a moment the Lich King did not speak. Then he turned to Slipheus and said," I have a feeling that Furion is up to something. It's not very wise of him to challenge the supremacy of the Scourge at this time sacrificing many lives of the humans. He might be up to something."
Slipheus just nodded. For the first time he saw Ner'Zhul in a state of unsureness, or was it just him imagining things he don't know, but Ner'Zhul had spoken with more tense today, he's sure his master also noticed it.
"I want you to look after Abbadon. Other than that my problems will currently be out of your duty. That's an order. Now go."
Surprised at his task, the faceless eredar barely nodded and then left the room, leaving Ner'Zhul and his "half" Arthas alone sitting on the throne.
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Furion had thought himself made the most foolish mistake in his life, by entering the City without the Alliance army covering his stealth. The Rangers had been trapped in a abandoned house, surrounded by Scourge patrols. Had it not been for Mirana's talent to grant them temporary invisibility, they might now be the subjects of the Lich King's tormenting.
Rhasta spied out from the window of the second floor, and barely evaded the sight of one skeleton soldier, he never tried to look out since.
"Now what are we gonna do?" asked Mirana. Nobody responded to that question as they sat in silence shrouded by the twilight darkness. Even Furion was clueless, all they can do is to wait for the Alliance to attack the city, and hope that most of the undeads will be up on the walls then.
Furious, Mirana stood up from beside his Frostsaber and went for the nearest window. She peered out of the shutter, hoping to see something helpful. She saw a troop of undeads rushing across the bloodstained street. Widening her eyes, she looked again, and saw a few more group of undeads moving quickly with arms, some warlocks shouting orders at the ghouls.
Lord Raven is attacking!
Mirana ran quietly to the others at the main hall with this news. She reported to Furion, and all of them were delighted to hear this.
"Looks like Lord Raven reached here in time after all..." Aderius commented.
"Good, now that the Scourge's attention is drawn to the walls, we can proceed into the palace," Furion said. But uncertainties hovered in their head, what if most of the troops remained garrisoned in the palace? But they had no time for that to bother them, they'll take one step at a time. Their step now is to infiltrate the palace without drawing notice, and Furion has trust in Mirana's ability to cover them while they enter Lich King's compound.
Aderius, who was also a master of stealth art, took a step out of the house to scout. He indicated that it's safe to go on, and the Rangers moved out as the moonlight shadows them from watchful eyes.
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It started raining, heavily. Drenched and soaked, Lord Raven had just managed to dodge one ghoul who jumped at him with savage hunger. One of his men came in to protect his general and slew the abomination. Raven Jacques thanked him briefly for his courage but yet again ducked in time from an incoming energy blast shot by an undead mage.
This is far more worse than he had expected, not only arrows were raining on them from the walls, the Scourge had decided to fight a sortie instead of retreating into a siege. Legions of undead soldiers marched out from the main gate caught the Theramore army by surprise.
Lord Raven was looking for his lieutenant, and he found him busy in combat not far from where he is now. Quickly he made way to his lieutenant, his horse had perished bravely when volleys of arrows hit it while trying to shield and save Lord Raven.
A skeleton jumped into the way of Lord Raven and challenged him. Their eerie eyes had always chilled Lord Raven, not excluding this one. Effortlessly he hacked the undead and shattered its upper torso, but the undead never gave up. Even so it's hand clung on to Lord Raven's leg like a vice grip, and he found himself dragging this whole upper part of a skeleton body across the battle field. The skeleton reached to bite Lord Raven's leg, Lord Raven tried to shake it off.
A soldier came to aid and cut the hand off Lord Raven's leg. And stomped on the undead's skull.
"Thank you," muttered the general.
"My honor, sire."
Lord Raven ran on with hurry to his lieutenant, who had just thrust his sword into the head off a ghoul. Only when the general reached him he noticed his presence.
"It's all over, general. I don't think we can hold on much longer," the lieutenant yelled to him in the rain.
Ignoring that, the Lord Raven asked," Any news from the elves and dwarves?"
"Not yet sir," replied the lieutenant at the same time kicking a ghoul off that had jumped on to one of the soldier beside him.
"I think they might had faced a stronger Scourge army without orders to retreat to the Capital," added the lieutenant.
"God bless whatever happens to us," Lord Raven murmured.
They had not the opportunity to move the siege engines into range to attack the City without risk losing them. Lord Raven had been frustrated at that. His men is depleting faster than he thought, and he can do nothing with that, all he can do is to hope that Furion will succeed, and that too Furion cannot promise.
Thunder raged, and lightning fell from the sky striking the battle field. And the intensity increased every minute, striking the ones battling outside the walls.
"Oh my...Please don't," Raven thought, hoping the lightning will not add to their casualties. But instead, he saw that all the lightnings did not struck any of his men, it went straight for the undeads with every single lightning.
Lord Raven had not been much of a religious man in his life, but this might change his thinking towards the god. Just as soon as he said his last words, lightnings after lightnings came down and hit the Scourge undeads. He had started to think that the god had answered his prayers.
Then, to further convince him that god is in favor of him, he heard a low sound of a horn. He finished off another ghoul before looking at that direction, he saw a whole army standing on a hill in the horizon.
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Thrall had never let Lady Proudmoore down, but he was helpless when he knew Ner'Zhul kidnapped her and now possibly lie dead within the walls of Capital city.
It is time for vengeance, for Jaina, also for whatever the Scourge had done to the civilisations in Azeroth. Enough is enough. He mustered the horde.
Now standing on top of the hill, riding on his frostwolf. Thrall overlooked the battlefield, and can't help but grinned a little when he saw the Theramore army now being pushed back.
"Just in time..." thought the warchief. With the Doomhammer tightly clenched in his hand, he felt eager for the legendary hammer.
Beside him, his new ally Raigor Stonehoof, stood as eager as anyone in the Horde, his red eyes were on fire, even in the wet condition Thrall can feel the heat emitting from his friend. They are ready.
Thrall raised the Doomhammer high, it glowed mystically in misty blue. His men knew what to do. All of them are now set for the charge.
"For the Horde!"
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Ner'Zhul could have sworn he heard a footstep, no...Not one...But many...
He fixed his eyes at the entrance of the throne room, no one, only chills of the wind greeted him.
Yet, he knew the feeling of this prescence very well, one of a powerful druid. Nay, he was wrong again, there were at least 3 druids, he felt their aura even they are not visible to the eyes.
The Lich King grinned, his right hand reached to touch the hilt o Frostmourne. Then he rose from his throne into an imposing height, and watched sternly at the doorway. He knew someone is there, or some party is, he just watched.
"I know you are there..." Ner'Zhul said surely, then added," Furion..."
Nothing happened, Ner'Zhul was annoyed. He wrapped his gauntlet around the hilt of Frostmourne, tightly.
Then, something appeared out of the shadows. A night elf, with a pair of grand stags on his head, wearing the all-so-familiar tunic cloths and body weight supported by an ancient staff.
The Lich King's grin widened, though nobody could see it in his wicked helmet. "Furion..."
Another figure appeared out of invisibility. This time, Ner'Zhul recognize this creature well, a keeper of the grove, tall and elegant, but disgusting in Ner'Zhul's taste. And he knew this keeper too. "Leshrac the Wise...How good to see you..."
None of the both spoke. This is not what Ner'Zhul expected, not only the two of them, there must be more.
"Where are the others?" Ner'Zhul asked.
They did not answer, Furion remained calm in his face, so was Leshrac. Out from be hind Furion, a missile was shot directly at the Lich King, a shining arrow.
Ner'Zhul was caught by surprise of this attack from a phantom, but not surprised enough to stop him from casting a shield spell. The silvery arrow hit an invisible wall and then burst into fire, turning into ashes in mid air.
Then, the shooter stepped out, revealing a beautiful night elf riding on a white saber, hands still holding the bow she just used. Following the night elf, a few more members also broke their invisibility and walked into the chamber. One also a druid but with a more bear-like appearance, beside him a great-sized grizzly. Another a nymph-like dryad jumped gracefully beside Furion.
"A whole party of Rangers...Am i missing someone?" The Lich King asked, but Furion didn't answer.
"You are surrounded Arthas. You can't escape from this City," Furion said, ignoring his question.
Ner'Zhul knew very well he can defeat the whole party, but somehow his half told him not to fight, and seemed to stopped him from raising his sword.
Futile...Arthas... , Ner'Zhul told his half through the mind. He broke free from the control of Arthas easily and pointed his wicked finger at the Rangers.
The Lich King mumbled syllables in demonic tongue, then a loud crack sounded in the room. A dark hole appeared in reality at just above the Rangers, and they looked at it nervously, half expected what it was. Indeed they were correct, a hell gate.
At first they only heard a low growling, then without warning, two felhound leaped out from the portal of darkness before the portal itself was sealed.
One landed directly on Leshrac's body, bringing him down. The other jumped for Furion but missed. Mainly it was because the both of them possess the most ancient of druidic power that drew the felhound's attention.
Seeing the Rangers occupied and not wanting to waste time with them, Ner'Zhul fled the room. He was blocked at the another doorway by two more Ranger's who had just came out from concealment, one hooded human one forest troll.
With ease, Ner'Zhul waved his hand, causing both of the Rangers to be hurled out of the way. Then he strode on towards the feast hall for the portal.
Leshrac was struggling to keep the two flailing tentacles of the felhound from landing a bite on his body. Both of his hands grabbed hold of the magic hungry tentacles and tore them away from the felhound, who wailed and jumped backwards when he did. The felhound was in pouncing position again immediately when Aiushtha's spear pierced straight into its skull, not giving it a chance to survive. It sprawled on the ground, tongue lolling.
Meanwhile, Furion faced no problem with the other felhound. From the marble floor large roots what fits to be big tree branches shot out, many of them. And the roots wrapped the felhound over and over again, squeezing it until the bones cracked and were completely ground into powder-like. Then with a word the roots retreated, leaving a dead felhound lying boneless in the floor.
By the time they were finished, they found out that the Lich King has gone. At the other side of the chamber, Rhasta and Aderius shouted at them, asking them to catch up with Ner'Zhul. They didn't hesitate to follow the duo who lead them where they saw Ner'Zhul was going.
Minutes later, the hallway led them into a big feast hall. As soon as they entered, the stench was unbearable. Dead bodies lying on the floor, many twisted in awkward angles, mostly decayed and fleshless.
"There has been a massacre here..." Syllabear muttered, his bear sniffing on the bodies but of course didn't liked the smell. They had not the time to care, at the end of the vast room they can see a shimmering portal. Ner'Zhul was just stepping inside.
They ran for the portal, not wanting to let Ner'Zhul escape. They didn't notice the two servants of Ner'Zhul guarding the entrance, one shot an ice bolt to Rhasta, it hit him straight on, and the shaman laid on the floor, trembled because of the cold and was incapacitated by the frost nova.
The other one, a draenei, casted a spell and sent Mirana and Frostsaber hitting the walls at far side.
Waiting for not a moment more, Syllabear morphed into a bear and together with his spirit partner they both pounced on Kel'Thuzad and Ish'Kafel, pinning the both of them in the ground.
"Come, let us go," Furion said while running towards the closing portal. "Aiushtha and Syllabear you stay here, mend the injuries. Aderius, Leshrac and I shall go for Ner'Zhul."
The dryad objected but was met by Furion's stared, then she obeyed.
The trio disappeared into the portal, meanwhile Kel'Thuzad laughed heartily. He said to Syllabear who was pinning him down," Foolish Furion...He doesn't know what awaits him there...hahahaha....HAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Then the lich and the draenei disappeared, teleported away. Syllabear was on top of nothing. He blamed himself for making such a mistake of letting them escaped. Now he can only hope that Kel'Thuzad is not right.
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Furion was greeted was a snowstorm when he entered the portal. He squinted, trying to make out where he is now, he can see outlines of pine trees, and assumed that they must be in a forest. Then, the portal shut, and frustrated the trio a lot.
Besides the snowstorm, they can hear nothing else. And no sign of Ner'Zhul. Then they heard a hissing sound, much like but not of a snake, something more sinister. Aderius located the source, it was from underground, beneath the packed snow they are stepping on.
He lowered his head to listen to the ground. "Yes it is from below," the ranger of the wind thought. It had been a dumb thing to do, to listen so close. It nearly got his head severed.
A vicious creature burst out from the snow, just inches from grabbing a mouthful of the rangers head, it flew straight into the snowy sky.
Had it not been for Aderius's godlike reflexes, he might now be a headless soul. He jumped back, heart pounding, even those of Leshrac and Furion as they saw what happened.
That creature was shaped like a bird but not really like those of the avians. It had sleeker body and a long serpent's tail, and it glowed in eerie green as Furion noticed.
"Was that a netherdrake?" Leshrac asked. Furion was quite sure it is one from the appearance, but he just nodded in reply, looking at the sky for the netherdrake.
A murderous laugh chilled their spine, the three turned to the laugh's owner, and clearly saw Ner'Zhul. Frostmourne glowing brighter than ever, as if embracing the freezing weather. Behind the Lich King they saw the netherdrake who attacked Aderius, seemingly floating with just weak beating of the wings.
"Good to see you here," Ner'Zhul said," But I cannot attend to you now, maybe Viper might be able to. Can you not, Viper?"
The netherdrake hissed as a reply, it moved eagerly, and that worries Furion a lot.
"I shall go now. Have fun...hahahahahahaha~"
The Lich King meld into the pine forest, while the netherdrake darted towards Furion. Furion needs to think fast, for the netherdrake was charging at full speed.
Aderius drew an arrow and shot at Viper, but it was all too easy for the netherdrake. Instead of dodging the arrow, it snapped it in half with its teeth, and flew for Furion without stopping.
Furion's quick thinking bought him valuable time, he summoned the trees to help. Branches came wrapping around Viper, and stopped it on it's track. He commanded the branches to squeeze it tight, but unlike felhounds, this doesn't work on netherdrakes.
Viper's poison coated body dissolved the branches as soon as it made contact, but still Furion can able to hold it for a few moments a more nearly branches heeded Furion's summon.
"I shall go after Ner'Zhul now," Leshrac said, without waiting for Furion's reply he ran on.
"No WAIT...You are not strong enough! Leshrac! don't do that-" Aderius shouted at Leshrac but he did not listened and went on into the woods.
Aderius wanted to follow, but Furion stopped him. "We'll go together. Now we must deal with this." Aderius only nodded, displeased with Furion but he had no choice for Furion might not be able to handle Viper alone.
The netherdrake finally broke through the branches and flew full force at the both of them. The netherdrake spit a stream of greenish liquid at them, Aderius pushed the both out of the way, it hit the ground and a large amount of snow dissolved instantly. Aderius imagined if that was him, then he shook his head off that idea.
They regained, Aderius drew an arrow and fired at Viper. The netherdrake did not anticipated the arrow and was hit on its wings, but it flew on with that injury.
The netherdrake snapped the arrow off its wings, and there were no sign of injury or any marking of a wound. Aderius felt discouraged, but he fired again.
This time Viper dodged skillfully, and then shot another stream of poisonous goo at Aderius in response. He evaded but only merely.
Seeing the netherdrake distracted, Furion thought of a plan. He pat Aderius on his shoulders and said,"You distract that netherdrake from me while I charge for my spell, and keep it in my sight. Do it now!"
As soon as he finished he pushed Aderius away, and the netherdrake, who recognized Aderius as a greater threat, pursued him.
Furion quickly found a massive pine tree and sat beneath, summoning all the power that the nature can spare him.
Aderius ran around hiding behind trees, while exchanging shots with Viper, all missing its targets. He tried not to expose himself to danger and waited for Furion's signal.
"How long more?" asked Aderius after a while, evading a near lethal strike.
"Not long...Hang on" shouted back Furion.
Aderius lost concentration and misstepped, he fell kicking a tree root. He tried to regain, but realised that the netherdrake now already hovered above him, jaws wide open, saliva dripping on him (non-lethal luckily).
Viper threw its head back before diving for Aderius's head, its mouth so wide almost as if the jaws unhinged.
Aderius braced for death. he closed his eyes expecting his head to be devoured any second now. Memories of his past came flashing in his mind.
"Is this how it felt like dying?" Aderius thought.
Seconds felt like minutes to him. But yet he felt like many minutes had passed. He dared himself to open his eyes, just to see that Furion saved him.
The nature answered Furion's plead, and lend him strength. From his staff Furion shot a bolt of green energy, an energy so full of life that any evil can't bear. It hit the diving netherdrake, killing it instantly. Furion let out a sigh of relieve.
Aderius sweated, but was quickly frozen on his temple when he tried to wipe it. He breathed deeply, of terror he just received, and of relieve he just realised.
Furion walked to him, he need not an invitation to stand up, regained he did, and patted the snows off his body rather clumsily as he did so.
"Come, let us find Leshrac..." Aderius managed to say out. Furion followed as the Ranger tracked Lich King's path, through the dim and creepy forest.
Not long later, they reached a plateau, seems like they are on a mountain, of which Furion did not know. Even the terrains below Furion can't recall, he had been to many places, but this view is fresh to him.
Not far they can see what they sought. Both Ner'Zhul and Leshrac.
"Furion!" Yelled Leshrac as soon as he saw him.
The keeper of the grove was held helplesly off the ground by magic, obviously that of Ner'Zhul. The Lich King's orb eyes glowed in delight.
"Just in time for the torment, Furion,"said Ner'Zhul, one hand held high to channel the magic holding Leshrac adrift. He muttered something in an unknown language, it sounded so evil that Furion and Aderius shuddered is disgust when they heard it.
With a jolt, the magnificent keeper cried, in pain an suffering.Seeing this, Furion tried to approach the Lich King and Leshrac but Ner'Zhul raised Frostmourne and warned," Try come any nearer, you'll suffer the same torment he's going through. Sounds good for you, little druid?"
That silenced Furion, he doesn't want to make the situation any worse. But Leshrac was suffering, of pain so terrible that his cries went louder and more intense, Ner'Zhul sent another spell hitting Leshrac.
Aderius can't bear this anymore, he let loose an arrow towards Ner'Zhul. The arrow didn't even bothered the Lich King, he just waved his hands and it dropped on the ground. But that really angered the Lich King, his eyes flared with fire.
"You asked for it, Ranger."
Leshrac yelled and cried, his body was twisted and turned, rotated and bent, all at the pleasure and will of Ner'Zhul.
"Stop it Ner'Zhul!" Furion shouted, his staff firmly placed on the ground and he anticipated the Lich King to throw spells at him. Numerous spell chants ran through Furion's mind incase he needed it quickly.
But Ner'Zhul did not do so, and he was not amused at Furion's bravery. Ner'Zhul waved his hand at Leshrac, and mumbled a short and decisive spell. Slowly a whirlwind shrouded the keeper, whirlwind of blades.
Leshrac moaned but sounded didn't came out. Soon, he was torn into shreds, bits of flesh and bones, bloods splattered everywhere, bloods of a good friend. Nothing was left of the keeper save for the blurred bits of his body.
At this sight, Furion yelled with fury. He began to summon the power of nature to assist. The snow stopped, now thunder clouds towered over. The sky rumbled, heavy clouds lowered, lightning flashed.
Furion summoned the wind, it blew his hair in concert of his fury, his rage. Aderius know it's better to exclude himself from Furion's unpredictable rage, he ducked to prevent himself from blown away.
The clouds twirled above the plateau, Furion raised his staff high with both of his hands. While Ner'Zhul witnessed, half fearing half laughing at what his futile druidic magic can do. He felt quite guilty of thinking the latter.
"Feel the wrath of nature! Ner'Zhul!"
Lightnings dropped from the sky, not one, but almost hundreds of them. All simultaneously on one target, Ner'Zhul. Thunderous boom beat the ears of Aderius, he shielded it with his hands.
The lightnings struck on Ner'Zhul, and burnt the ground. Furion covered his eyes from the flash. Smokes and steams rushed from the spot where lightnings hit the Lich King.
Furion was exhausted, he knelt, holding on to his staff. Aderius raced to him. The human heard Furion taking deep breathes.
"Are you alright, Furion?" he asked.
Before Furion could even answer, a force threw Aderius away from the night elf and pinned him down on the ground, as if an invisible wall is blocking him from standing. He struggled, but limbs were locked at its place.
"How dare you!" The voice of Ner'Zhul raged.
From the smoke the Lich King emerged, his armors slightly charred but undamaged otherwise. He walked to Furion,taking wide steps and choked his neck with his free hand.
Without saying more Ner'Zhul went on uttering a line of spell, then Furion felt as if someone punched him in the throat. He fell backwards.
Then the Lich King, staring Furion with murderous eyes, began to charge his hands with magic, one so powerful and ancient Furion can feel the aura suffocating him.
"This is for you Furion...I'm sure you'll enjoy it as much as I did...I'll freeze you to death in this lonely mountain, oh yeah I'll freeze you."
Furion laid, he tried to regain, but failed miserably. He's just too tired out, eyelids grew heavy it shutted his eyes, preventing him from seeing what monstrosity Ner'Zhul had prepared for him.
As the immense power in Lich King's hand began to be fully charged, he raised his hands high. He laughed again, Aderius in the background felt helpless, he can only witness.
"Farewell, my druid friend...!"
Ner'Zhul threw the spell at Furion, and laughed as he did so. But no, he hasn't shot the spell at Furion. He tried again, but with the same result, the energies stored just couldn't leave his body. Something, or some power restricted the energy to be released.
"What is this...?" Ner'Zhul asked to himself, or rather, who ever done that to him.
Ner'Zhul tried again and again, then he heard a voice inside him, ringing in a grand voice.
Ha ha ha...Ner'Zhul...Do you still remember me?
He knew that voice. That evil voice that once sweet talked him, and hated it for his whole life. It is the voice of Kil'Jaeden the Deceiver, the left hand of Sargeras.
"NOO!!! Kil'Jaeden, you'll pay for this!!!"
Furion forced his eyes open, he saw the Lich King gone mad. Seeing him wrestling against his own hands. Then he forgot what happened next as he blacked out.
The demonic power lying within Ner'Zhul himself rushed out of him at the same time drained Ner'Zhul off his life force, leaving the Lich King strengthless on his knees. For a moment the energy whirled around in the air, dancing as if in mockery of Ner'Zhul. Then, it shot back into the Lich King, creating a massive implode. The earth tremored, Aderius lost sense upon the blast, he too remembered nothing more.
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The thunder storm stopped, by the time it was Lord Raven was already winning the battle. But then again, he doubt that the Scourge is that easy to be defeated, and they pressed on, almost pushing the fight into the city.
Meanwhile, Thrall and the horde's presence to this scene had aided the battle a lot. The soldiers now fought with more confidence, they all had the belief that the Scourge can finally be brought down, they fought.
There was still no news from the dwarves and elves, Lord Raven presumed that their fight were much more difficult than the one here.
It's almost halfway through the night, Lord Raven allowed himself some room for a breather now that they are winning. He retreated from the frontline, dragging his heavy sword with his tired arms, he gazed at the starry sky. For a while he dreamed, the stars all looked so innocent.
Something streaked across the sky. A shooting star, or meteor. Amazed, his eyes followed the flying meteor, then he found out that shooting star wasn't alone, a handful of them joined the first, all flying across the sky.And then Lord Raven noticed, it is coming straight towards the earth.
Lord Raven's heart skipped a beat. "Oh my..." He said out loud. The meteors sped towards the battlefield, burning in the sky, blazing in green flames.
"In..In..f-..f-" Lord Raven mumbled under his breath, he couldn't make a sound. But at last he made it, pointing at the sky.
"Infernals! Infernals! Up above!" He shouted to everyone.
Some paused and looked at the sky, some didn't heard Lord Raven, and pressed on with their attacks. The infernals fell closer, growing bigger and bigger to the eyes.
One was heading at Lord Ravens' place, he began to run, as fast as his legs could carry. The infernal came crashing into the ground, the impact sent Lord Raven flying at least a good dozens of feet.
The other five infernals battered the plains outside the City, hurling men up in the air, killing a few when the infernals came crashing down on them.
Had it not for the mossy ground, Lord Raven might have suffered a worse injury. For an instance Lord Raven suffered a headache, he shook his head, and realised that an infernal is just towering behind him.
At least thirty feet tall, the infernal inspired fear to everyone with immediate effect. Its ghoulish eyes scanned the field, and recognized Lord Raven as his first target. It ran to the general at full speed, covering big chunks of distance with every step.
Lord Raven panicked, he pushes himself up, but his arms felt weak. He backed on, and attempt to rise again, no avail. The infernal roared, Lord Raven's heart is beating out now, and he's getting breathless. The infernal stood in front of him, raising his boulder fist high ready to smash Raven flat. All he could do now is to stare death in the eyes.
The infernal stopped whatever it was doing, and let out a wailing sort of sound. Someone attacked it, Lord Raven searched for the person, he found an orc standing right below the stone behemoth. He knew that orc, and knew that hammer he was bearing, Thrall.
Thrall brought his Doomhammer into the knee of that infernal with full force, a force that would have broken rocks into pieces, but not enough to break one of infernal.
The giant just lost its balance, but didn't not fall. Thrall hammered the same knee again, hoping to do some damage. Annoyed, the infernal swatted his fist at Thrall, who dodged with ease.
Seeing this, Lord Raven picked up his sword. He ran at the infernal. The infernal was occupied with Thrall that it did not notice Lord Raven coming. He swung his sword to its legs, and surprisingly, his sword bit into the rocky substance, but not deep.
The infernal didn't respond to Lord Raven's attack, instead focusing more on Thrall, who danced as he evaded the giant's blows.
Lord Raven thrust his sword into the fiery gap at the infernal's knees. The infernal jolted a little as he did, Lord Raven allowed himself a smile seeing that he injured that giant.
Not wasting the time, Thrall brought a few more blows into the same place while the infernal hesitated. He cracked the stony legs. With a powerful swing and a savage cry, Thrall shattered the left leg of the infernal.
The behemoth swayed and finally came down falling, sending the earth shaking. Thrall made sure the giant beast die, he bashed the rocky head until it too suffer the same fate as that of its legs. The greenish flame faded in the infernal, leaving a pile of dusty rocks lying.
"You alright?" Thrall asked.
Realising that the warchief was referring the question to him, he replied,"Barely alive, you?"
Thrall laughed,"Never fitter. My honor to fight beside you, general of Theramore."
Lord Raven just nodded, both of them turned their attention to the battlefield. They found a fellow tauren, who Thrall knew him as Raigor, single handedly brought down an infernal, and roared as he emerged victor.
But the situation was not helping at all, those remaining infernals tore apart the lines, and the Scourge mounted a counter attack. They are suffering.
"Doesn't look good..."Lord Raven said. Thrall nodding in agreement. That's it, their not going to win after all.
Then all the undeads halted, all of them, even the mighty infernals. They stood motionless, eyes lifeless as they themselves already were. Then, the infernals fell onto the ground, like bricks. The undeads too, fell lifelessly.
No more exchange of sword blows can be heard. Lord Raven's eyes widened as he saw this miracle.
"He did it..." Lord Raven said to himself,"He did it! Furion did it! The Lich King is defeated!"
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They spent the whole night until the morning searching the City, and found only human prisoners in it. No undead stood, only laid, in the Capital City of Lordaeron.
Lord Raven led his troops further into the palace of Lordaeron, he found more prisoners, but not a walking Scourge in sight. The troops spreaded out to uncover more in the palace.
One particular soldier came walking in a hallway, near the King's chamber. He heard a voice, a crying voice.
"Babies? in this palace?"
He followed the source, and it led him into a room. Middle of it a cradle and the baby that was crying.
Curiously, he took a few steps towards it. Suddenly, something jumped on top of him, and broke his neck in an instant. The soldier laid dead, the phantom who attacked him laughed in an evil manner.
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One of Lord Raven's soldier came running to him. Saluting, he reported,"Sir! I just found a baby in that room over there, I think it might be the son of that Lich King."
"Son of Arthas? Where?"
"This way. I was ambushed by this freaking ghoul, luckily he was weak and I dealt with it easily, maybe it barely survived what happened to the others."
"Good job, lad," Lord Raven praised, he walked in a fast pace.
As they entered, a ghoul laid on the floor, neck twisted in an angle that would have killed anyone. Lord Raven approached the baby.
He gently cradled the baby in his arms, and looked at the innocent looking child.
"Do you have a name, child?" Lord Raven asked the baby, of course, he didn't respond. The baby looked back at Lord Raven with his big eyes, Lord Raven felt a chill, then he remembered that this was the son of Arthas.
Lord Raven noticed the little necklace on the baby's neck, on it dangled a small jewel. He examined it, and saw words engraved on it. The general squinted and looked at it, the words read out "Abbadon".
"So... Your name is Abbadon?" Lord Raven asked the baby again. He was met by a childish laugh from the child.
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(The End: Prologue 2)
Next: Narration on what happened after this war, and short story---The Exile of Zeus
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=+Aftermath of the Conflict+=
And so the Scourge was defeated, the whereabouts of the Lich King still unknown. Furion and Aderius was found by a farmer in a small Panderan village in Westwindal named Palthus Village, but far away from where they were left unconscious at the Twisted Glaciers. It seems that when Arthas/Ner'Zhul last struggled with Kil'Jaeden the magic created a rift across dimension and got them thrown into another place on the island.
Meanwhile, Lord Raven with the help of Thrall and his horde defeated the undead army in Capital City. Lord Raven found a child, who was believed to be the son of Arthas/Ner'Zhul, the mother was unknown until her (Jaina's) fresh grave was found in the courtyard. Thrall and Lord Raven had decided that Jaina's body will be brought back to Theramore and then to be buried properly in the royal palace, and a monument to be built above.
Furion and Aderius returned to the Alliance with the news of the new found island previously undiscovered. To this, over the eighteen years the remote island was gradually populated, and great cities had been erected such as the likes of Tavindel, Silverglade Fort, Palthus Town, and Listrada (check the map in my first post to see).
The well of power was eventually discovered by Furion, who sensed abnormality in the air of Westwindal. Like how the last well of power was dealt with, the night elves planted a world tree on the well with the seed taken from the mother of the red flight Alexstraza, hoping the tree will contain the massive power and prevent the magic within from being drawn. And so Listrada was built around the tree, the night elves living inside acted as the protector of the tree.
As for Lordaeron, since it is now recaptured, the Alliance agreed that Theramore and Lordaeron shall be joined into one kingdom. Due to the royal code, Abbadon had to be dubbed the King of the Lordaeron at the tender age of 2, though the power to govern will be held by Lord Raven Jacques (Newly promoted to become the advisor of the King) until Abbadon turned 18 of age.
The wife of Furion, Tyrande Whisperwind died peacefully of age, leaving Furion widowed with the two twins. With the Highpriestess of the Sisters of Elune dead, Mirana Nightshade took over the role and now led the priestesses. And to further upset the druid, he found out that both Magina and Lucius are blind from birth. But the both had other ways to "see", blessed with magical potency, they can sense their surrounding better than anyone can see with their eyes.
The Ranger's League had been disbanded now that the world is in peace, the remaining members resided into hiding from the world politics (except for Furion). Rhasta and Syllabear both hid and are rumored to be meditating. Aiushtha dwelt back into the forests of felwood, going on with her life as a forest protector, with a huge treant named Rooftrellen. While Aderius Dronus became a wanderer, one who visits cities and lives like a nomad. Aderius was later recalled to serve the Rangers again when Furion recruited a new generation of Rangers (Rexxar the half-orc as the new leader, Nortrom the blood elf, Gondar the Draenei hunter, Rikimaru the exiled Satyr, Traxex the Drow Ranger...I once wrote a story on this, which is now lying on the deep bottom of Fan Fic forum).
(Are there anything that's left unexplained? I didn't narrate on the stories of the Scourge for because I wanted to create suspense in my upcoming chapters XD...cheers
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Next I will write on the Exile of Zeus. For your infomation, Zeus was the one who rained lightnings on the undeads at the battle of Capital City (in the Prologue part 2)
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