Author's Note:
Greetings, reader. This is my very first story. This story happened sometime after the events of Cataclysm, but with a few changes. Such as Arthas remaining as the Lich King. First off, let me clarify some things…
I have never played World of Warcraft. Though I played Warcraft III: Reign of Chaos and Frozen Throne. So, bear with my mistakes on either the locations or the characteristics of the characters. Please, leave a review. Be it criticism or just a plain suggestion. So, without further ado, here's the story. Enjoy…
Prologue
Just an average day in Orgrimmar. Orcs working here. Traders in there. Just another normal day.
A large crow is flying overhead. And is heading towards Grommash Hold. The guards near the entrance pay no attention to the crow. The crow landed on its feet, right in front of the guards. When all of a sudden. A green light enveloped the crow and it transformed into a mysterious cloaked man with a wooden staff.
The guards in an instant raised their weapons and pointed them at the cloaked man.
"Identify yourself human!" one of the guards shouted at the man.
"Human? Hahaha… I left my humanity a long time ago. I am… something more." The man said. "My identity is not important at the moment… you must let me pass. I need to talk to your Warchief, Thrall." The man continued while brushing dust off of his cloak.
"The Warchief is currently busy. He's got more important matters to attend to. So, I'm going to have to ask you to leave now." One of the guards said.
"I'm afraid I can't do that… This matter is more important than anything else. I must see your Warchief!" Shouted the man. He then removed his hood. His face is wrinkled because of age and he's got a slight beard growing. "You must let me pass!" shouted The Prophet.
"No! The Warchief is not to be disturbed unless your intentions are clear!" The officer of the guards said.
"Well then, tell your Warchief that the Prophet has come… and wishes to see you." Medivh calmly said. "Tell him to meet me at the Mount Hyjal." Then he transformed to a crow again and flew away.
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Meanwhile, in the Violet Citadel in Dalaran…
"-The scourge is on the move. Scouts have reported that they are amassing for something." One of the high ranking mages stated.
"What are you suggesting, Archmage Talia?" Rhonin, the leader of the Kirin Tor asked the woman.
"I suggest we immediately take action and prepare our defenses." The Archmage stated.
"I agree with Archmage Talia here. I say we vote. Raise your hand if you do agree." Said one of the mages. A few voted for a no… Almost all voted to a yes. Just then, a large crow came in through the window then landed on the middle of the room. This surprised most of the mages, as they all sensed tremendous power within him. Rhonin and Jaina didn't seem surprised since they know exactly who he was.
"What brings you here, Great Prophet?" Jaina asked.
"The tides of darkness has returned… Now, more powerful than ever. I'm afraid we have very little time left. Prepare every able person around the whole city for battle. Azeroth will soon turn into a huge battlefield." Warned the Prophet.
"You stated that they are more powerful than ever. May I ask why?" Asked Rhonin.
"Great Archmage, I fear that they have convinced one of the Old Gods to help them. N'Zoth to be exact." Medivh said.
"What!? How is that even possible!? Even the titans are afraid of those things! Yet, the Burning Legion managed to convince one of them to help them to their cause." Jaina said, shocked.
"Perhaps Sargeras is back, he is the only one who's powerful enough to convince those abominations." Rhonin said.
"Yes you are right, Rhonin. I'm going to have to warn Malfurion and the Dragon Aspects. Everyone must be prepared. Do inform King Varian Wrynn with this news. Tell him to prepare all his men for battle." Medivh said as he transformed into a great crow and flew away.
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In Mount Hyjal, battles rage across the forests. Cultists of the Twilight's Hammer and the Night Elves fight valiantly against each other. Neither gaining the upper hand. But the sudden arrival of the Orcs and the current Earth Warder, Thrall, turned the tides to the Night Elves' favor. Up in the mountains, stood a great druid known as Malfurion Stormrage, beside him is his beloved, Tyrande Whisperwind. They both watched the battle below quietly and with a bit of curiousity.
"Why is The Earth Warder here? Did you ask for his help against the Twilight's Hammer?" Tyrande asked.
"No, but I have the same question in my mind my love." Malfurion replied.
The battle continued to rage on. But then, a large crow flew overhead and landed near them. Tyrande shot the crow a look of curiousity, and soon realized who it was. It was the prophet. The Guardian soon transformed to his human(?) form.
"Great Prophet, what brings you here?" Asked Malfurion.
"I have come here to inform you about something, but we will have to wait for the Former Warchief to come here." Medivh responded. He then stood beside the two lovers and watched the battle below.
Meanwhile, on the battle in the forests of Ashenvale…
"Come my warriors! Defend the Night Elves at all costs! Let them taste the wrath of The Horde!" The Warchief ordered. War cries and clashing of metals quickly followed. Thrall soon joined the fight the battle and unleashed a mighty war cry. Several cultists quickly took notice of him and tried to intercept him. But they were quickly taken care of with swings and smashes of Doom Hammer. The battle is quickly turning to their favor, when suddenly a large ogre came with a considerable amount of warlocks and other cultists with him. Several Night Elves slowly back away in fear at the sight of the monstrous ogre. Thrall quickly engaged the ogre.
"Do not falter my warriors!" The Son of Durotan exclaimed.
"Tremble night elves and orcs! Far'Cul come to destroy you!" The ogre shouted.
"You cultists will pay for this sacrilege of nature!" Thrall shouted at the ogre.
"Hahaha! Weak orc threaten me. Think he mighty! Far'Cul enjoy crushing weak orcs." Far'Cul taunted.
Thrall started to engage the huge ogre in a single battle. The ogre tried to smash the powerful shaman's head, but he is too fast for the ogre to keep up with. Far'Cul kept on hitting either rocks, trees or dirt, which made him even more frustrated.
"Weak orc just know how to dodge attacks." The ogre taunted. He then tried to hit Thrall with an overhead swing of his mace, which missed, and made him more frustrated. "Raaargh!" shouted the ogre, then charged straight for Thrall. The orc quickly jumped out of the way. Then raised his hand, aimed at the ogre and casted a bolt of lightning, hitting the monster from behind. It turned out to be effective, causing the Twilight Hammer Lieutenant to stagger and cry out in pain and rage. "You pay for that!" Shouted the ogre and made a shockwave directly aimed at the Warchief. Thankfully, the shaman managed to get out of the way. The shockwave completely obliterated everything in its path before it completely dissipated.
Thrall looked up just in time to see the ogre's mace going to hit him. He managed to block it with Doom Hammer, and now they are in a weapon lock. The ogre is slowly overpowering Thrall, but the orc is not about to get taken down by a cultist, he called upon lightning to strike the ogre. The attack came out to be successful, as the Lieutenant is stunned by the attack. Thrall followed up his attack with a wide arched swing towards the side of his enemy. It hit the ogre without resistance, causing him to clutch his side make him vulnerable for an overhead smash from Doom Hammer. The ogre dropped to the ground, defeated and bleeding. The cultists, seeing the leader of the assault fall, started to run back to their hideouts. The Night Elves and Orcs alike celebrated their successful defense against the Twilight Hammer.
"Victory is ours!" Shouted Thrall. Cheers followed his statement.
Moments later, a druid approached the Warchief bearing a message from Malfurion.
"Malfurion Stormrage requests your presence on Mount Hyjal." The druid informed Thrall.
"Understood, I'll be there immediately." Thrall said.
Moments later…
The Great Shaman finally arrived at Hyjal and is approaching a gathering of three. He quickly identified them to be Malfurion, Tyrande and Medivh. 'The prophet must have something important to tell us. And I have a feeling I already know what it is.' Thrall thought to himself.
"Greetings, son of Durotan. We must talk." The Last Guardian said. "As you may know, The Twilight Hammer is continuing its assault towards Nordrassil. You may have noticed that they have been more…. Motivated in their goal to burn Nordrassil to the ground." Medivh continued.
"Yes, I was wondering so myself. They have been more bloodthirsty and more violent." The Arch Druid said.
"Well, the reason might be because of the Legion's impending return." Medivh said, much to the surprise of everyone present.
"What!? Didn't they attack just recently!? Azeroth is yet to heal itself from the corruption the Legion has brought, so is The World Tree! It is far from being fully healed. How can we possibly fight the Legion!?" Tyrande exclaimed.
"Again, you are going to need the help of the other races… You must unite against a common foe. A foe of all the living. But you will need all the help you can get. I already warned Lady Proudmoore about this. So, she's preparing her forces. No doubt she warned King Wrynn too. So, they'll be ready as soon as you are." The Oracle said. "Though this time, I doubt the combined forces of Orcs, Night Elves and Humans will be enough." The Accused continued.
"Then how are we supposed to fight them?" Thrall said in a much calmer tone.
"Well, before I answer that question. I should let you all know that Sargeras managed to convince N'Zoth to join in his cause." The Prophet said.
"What!? Those abominations are more powerful than a single Titan! Even They are afraid of them! How can we possibly win another war?" Shan'do exclaimed.
"The primary reason why the Legion came back is to destroy the World Tree. But the secondary second reason would be to destroy the Lich King." Medivh said.
"Just how is that supposed to be helpful to us?" The Arch Druid asked.
"That will be up to you on how you will make use of that. But know that I will help you in whatever way I can. In due time you will know how useful it is. In due time…" Medivh said before transforming back into a great crow and flying away. Silence followed his departure before Thrall broke it.
"What do you suggest that we do now Shan'do Stormrage?" Thrall asked while gazing to where the Guardian flew away.
"I don't even know Warchief. We'll plot our next course of action once everyone is here." Malfurion replied. "I'll send a messenger to Dalaran and to Stormwind to summon the other leaders here. This matter must be addressed carefully but swiftly. I will warn the Dragon Aspects about this..."
"I'll remain here and aid you in the defense of the World Tree." The powerful shaman said.
"Well, thank you for your help then. It is much appreciated, may Elune shine upon you." Tyrande told the orc.
And so they parted ways. With Thrall going down towards the forests of Ashenvale. Malfurion going to Wyrmrest to warn the Aspects about the impending invasion of the Burning Legion. And Tyrande instructing one of his scouts to go to Stormwind and another scout to Dalaran.
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Author's Note:
So, there goes the first chapter. I'll try to update it as soon as I can… Summer is close, so expect that I will update it sooner and more frequently.
I wonder what Thrall and the others are thinking. What is their next course of action? You will find out when the next chapter is up. So, stay tuned for the next chapter. Be sure to leave a review. Criticism is always welcome. Make sure to favorite the story if you like it. Follow the story so that you will know when it is updated. So, I'll leave it like that for now. And as always… have a good day and I'll see you all in the next chapter. Adieu, mon'amies. Hope to see you soon.