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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.
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IVIVWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter IV by Daneas
A Flame In The Dark
The orc sniffed the air.
“Hmm?” another one joined him. “What’s wrong, Rakro?”
Rakro sniffed the air a second time. “There’s a stench in the air.”
“This place has always smelt foul.” The other orc huffed and leaned against the barracks’ wall.
Both looked at the guards pacing to and fro and at those observing the land from the intimidating watchtowers. The wind blew again and a bitter chill enveloped them. It was followed by the squeaking and creaking of a loose wooden signboard.
“Rakro and Dest,” a tauren said as he walked out of the barracks, “keep an eye on that troll again. He’s drunk a bit too much.”
They both nodded. “I should’ve hit him harder the last time he got drunk,” Rakro said.
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