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Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIIVIIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VII by Daneas
The Siege of Icecrown
Arrows were loosed, boulders were tossed and spells were cast as Arno roared. They all found their mark, but for every undead that fell two more appeared behind it. Another flurry of arrows and more foul blood tainted the snow and whenever the archers missed the catapults finished what they started.
A huge eerie teal stone rained down on Mal’ganis. He shifted forms and all the stone did was pass through a storm of bats. Meanwhile his forces crossed the smouldering ground that had been ice and snow just moments earlier, limbs splashing in puddles and streams of water, and as the walls and gate towered over them they charged headlong.
Bolvar’s skeletal archers fired again, their arrows embedding themselves in decaying organs or pale flesh or whizzing through empty eye sockets and out of the back of skulls. Those that fell were far
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VIVIWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VI by Daneas
The gargoyles flew past the mountains of Icecrown, past endless icy expanses and barren lands until the clouds above Sholazar Basin enveloped them whole.
A crunching sound and a gargoyle was gone. One by one they vanished and soon Bolvar lost contact with them. His fingers twitched.
Once again he stood on the dam overlooking the Crystalsong Forest, brooding. There was no sound there except for the wind. No drums of war, no grinding or clicking of teeth, no roars or voices, not even the spirit in the helm bothered him and while his silence was unusual Bolvar dared not ask. The peacefulness was welcome.
“You’ve been awfully silent, orc,” Bolvar said hours later yet the spirit did not answer.
It was then that he felt the eyes of someone else, though he already knew who it was. The Knights of the Ebon Blade had been studyin
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter VVWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter V by Daneas
The Holy & the Damned
Two weeks earlier.
“We can’t get any closer than this. They’ll see us.”
The cultists observed Light’s Hope Chapel from the safety of woods, the pine trees towering above them.
“What about the lich?”
A flock of birds startled them. “He’ll be here soon.”
“Does he have a plan?”
“Of course he does.”
“But the chapel stands on sacred ground, how are we supp—”
“Sacred ground, desecreated ground,” a voice came, the cold that followed it unnerving. “what difference does it make? In the end both are just that, dirt, nothing more.”
“Lord Kel’Thuzad.” They all knelt.
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