The Vengeance
The Necropolis at Northrend region
Ner'zhul walked across the empty hall. His pace became faster, as his dark cloak dragged on the floor. Sometimes he has wandered why he did not feel tired. He did not even pant. Pant? He realized that the word 'pant' had been forgotten. He was an undead, and the undead did not need to breathe like other mortal creatures. His masters had made him.
He remembered when he was the Warchief of the Orcish Horde of Draenor before. They escaped from the Human Alliance as their homeland was destroyed. He thought that they were safe until the Burning Legion has captured them. The Burning Legion…the same entities who had been corrupted the Orcish clans with their Demonic Magiks. To save others, he had surrendered to them. It is true that the demons spared them, yet Ner'zhul thought that death might be better than this existence…He and his remaining clan have been turned into undead. He is the Lich King, the Ruler of the Undead Scourge! He loathed himself and his masters, who had turned him into what he was. His will was bound to them, yet they will not know what in his minds…
Not far ahead, a tall figure stood. He wore a black cloak with the light blue linings. The face is pale, and two horns rests on the top of head. His eyes stared to Ner'zhul with a malicious gleam.
He knows the person. He is Malioch, the Dread Lord and Overseer of the Scourge. Unlike him, he served them voluntarily. The Lich King sneered; The Dread Lords were Kil'jaeden trusted lieutenants. Ner'zhul gritted his teeth as he remembered their capture by the Legion. The Dread Lord was there to watch. At that time, he had been an orc warrior. He glanced at Malioch defiantly, but he was stared back by a pair of cold eyes. The demon grinned, as he alone knows what will happen next…
"So, you have come finally…" A cold voice broke the silence; the demon asked Ner'zhul, "What took you so long?"
Ner'zhul hissed, "I was gathering our army for the next conquest! I thought you knew about it…"
"Ah, that's explains!" Malioch chided, "Lord Kil'jaeden is getting impatient with your absence…since you have not explained to him,"
"I have to go further to the South, since we have almost decimated the Northrend's population…" Ner'zhul has reason to believe that the demon wasn't concerned with his problem. He has been coveting his position a long time ago. However, The Legion somehow chose him as leader of the Scourge, notwithstanding his sentiment.
"Your excuse seems reasonable…however, it is up to our Lord to judge!" Then they were entered another hall. Around the hall, there were dozens of flaming fire. One of them colored dark blue, while the others yellowish. Ner'zhul felt uneasy, he was not use to meeting his masters. Malioch calmly watched the flames. Later, a disembodied voice spoke to them,
"NER'ZHUL, THE LICH KING! WHY DID YOU TAKE SO LONG TO HEED OUR SUMMONS?"
Slowly, they knelt to the floor. Ner'zhul tried to explain the reason. He didn't expect they would accept his excuse soon,
"Forgive my insolence, Master! I was too preoccupied with the gathering of our army…"
"VERY WELL…" The answer quite surprised Ner'zhul, however the voice continued again,
"WE SHOULD BE AWARE OF THESE CHANGES!! THE HORDE HAD EMERGED AGAIN UNDER THE LEADERSHIP OF THRALL; SURELY THEY MIGHT BECOME THE OBSTACLE TO OUR CONQUEST! DON'T FORGET, OUR SWORN ENEMIES, THE NIGHT ELVES HAS BEEN AWOKEN AGAIN FROM MOUNT HYJAL. WE SHOULDN'T UNDERESTIMATE THEM SINCE OUR LAST CONFRONTATION TWENTY CENTURIES AGO…"
Then the Dread Lord asked, "How about the Alliance? Have they been reunited again?"
"NO, THEY HAVE BEEN SCATTERED! BUT THE LORDAERON STILL BELLIES SOME STRENGTH. WITH THEM, THE DWARVES OF KHAZ-MODAN AND MAGOCRACY OF DALARAN WERE STILL BEHIND THEM. IF THEY'RE GIVEN TIME, THEY COULD GROW STRONGER THAN BEFORE…"
The blue flame turned its voice to Ner'zhul, and then began to speak with an eerie tone. It felt like its voice was coming directly from Northrend's cold blizzard. If he has the skin, he might felt it,
"LICH KING! YOU HAVE OUR PERMISSION TO CROSS THE SOUTHERN BORDER!
YOU SHALL INCREASE OUR RANKS WITH THE DYING AND DECAYED FLESH OF THE INHABITANTS OF LORDAERON! BE SURE, THAT YOU WOULDN'T FAIL US AS THE HORDE HAD FAILED US BEFORE…" The voice had become menacing and harsh,
"…WE DON'T LIKE THE FAILURE AT ALL, AND YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THOSE WHO HAVE DISPLEASED US…" Slightly, Ner'zhul swore that the blue flame had taken shape into an armored being. The sight was terrifying. He also saw its eyes stared from the blazing flame. It was cold, full of contempt and lust for power. That was the true form of Kil'jaeden, the Lord of the Legion. It is clear in his mind that the same shape was there when he was transformed into a lich. The pain still felt within his memory.
He lifted his hand. It was very sickly pale and thin, almost barely wrapped by the bleached skin. Before, the muscles bulged from his arm and the greenish, scaly skin covered it. This is showed him a cruel fact…that he is the Lich King, abhorred by living creatures and distrusted by demons. Perhaps, the Scourge was the only one who followed him. But they were nothing more than the puppets, controlled by his will alone.
"I WON'T be fail, Master! Soon Lordaeron would be ours!" he said to them. This time, the voice didn't reply. The only sound heard was the knocking of the floor by Malioch's foot. Then the demon kneeled,
"Are you sure? If the Scourge have any problems, perhaps I can…"Before he continued, Ner'zhul had stood already and gave a piercing stare. His hood had been opened. What left from his head was a deformed skull with horns and empty eye sockets, instead the blue flame within. His jaws were clicking as the remaining muscles still connected it with the skull. His canine protruded from lower jaw, showed he was an orc once. The Dread Lord looked undisturbed with such look,
A hollow and shrill voice came from Ner'zhul, as his jaw clicked again, "I don't need your help! I can handle this alone! Nobody stand in my path without being destroyed, not even you!!" With that, the Lich King stormed out from the hall. Malioch frowns, then he allowed a terrible smile in his lips,
"Oh, we'll see…we'll see that, Ner'zhul!"
Outside, the former Orc Warchief watched her new force. In the front, the Necromancers waited. They held their staves, which ornamented with a bat symbol. The horned skull covered their faces. Behind them, the Skeleton Warriors stood unmoved. The hollow eye sockets stared back to the Lich King. Then the bloated Abominations and the creepy Ghouls were next. Above, the Gargoyles screech impatiently. The Frost Wyrms circled the Necropolis. They have been waiting his commands to move south. At the staircase, the Death Knights kneeled to show their respect to the Lich King alone.
He snorted only, when Malioch, his lover Vyshna the Banshee and the other Dread Lords stood next. It needs not a magik to explain why they were here. Kil'jaeden assigned them to watch over him and the Scourge. Those demons seems not trusting him so much. It does not matter; he would deal with them soon or later. The Burning Legion will pay the price for damned him, but first, he must gain their trust by destroying the Horde and Alliance! He won't allow any mistake for that! Soon, his vengeance would be tasted sweet…
Disclaimer: I don't own the idea, but Blizzard Entertainment does! Since Warcraft III: Reign of Chaos
wasn't released yet, the story and Malioch character were purely came from my
imagination.
Note: What do you think about my first Warcraft fic? The story was taken place before Reign of Chaos; after Thrall's ascendancy as the Warchief. Just wait another story about the other races like Night Elves, Orcish Horde and Human Alliance!
The Necropolis at Northrend region
Ner'zhul walked across the empty hall. His pace became faster, as his dark cloak dragged on the floor. Sometimes he has wandered why he did not feel tired. He did not even pant. Pant? He realized that the word 'pant' had been forgotten. He was an undead, and the undead did not need to breathe like other mortal creatures. His masters had made him.
He remembered when he was the Warchief of the Orcish Horde of Draenor before. They escaped from the Human Alliance as their homeland was destroyed. He thought that they were safe until the Burning Legion has captured them. The Burning Legion…the same entities who had been corrupted the Orcish clans with their Demonic Magiks. To save others, he had surrendered to them. It is true that the demons spared them, yet Ner'zhul thought that death might be better than this existence…He and his remaining clan have been turned into undead. He is the Lich King, the Ruler of the Undead Scourge! He loathed himself and his masters, who had turned him into what he was. His will was bound to them, yet they will not know what in his minds…
Not far ahead, a tall figure stood. He wore a black cloak with the light blue linings. The face is pale, and two horns rests on the top of head. His eyes stared to Ner'zhul with a malicious gleam.
He knows the person. He is Malioch, the Dread Lord and Overseer of the Scourge. Unlike him, he served them voluntarily. The Lich King sneered; The Dread Lords were Kil'jaeden trusted lieutenants. Ner'zhul gritted his teeth as he remembered their capture by the Legion. The Dread Lord was there to watch. At that time, he had been an orc warrior. He glanced at Malioch defiantly, but he was stared back by a pair of cold eyes. The demon grinned, as he alone knows what will happen next…
"So, you have come finally…" A cold voice broke the silence; the demon asked Ner'zhul, "What took you so long?"
Ner'zhul hissed, "I was gathering our army for the next conquest! I thought you knew about it…"
"Ah, that's explains!" Malioch chided, "Lord Kil'jaeden is getting impatient with your absence…since you have not explained to him,"
"I have to go further to the South, since we have almost decimated the Northrend's population…" Ner'zhul has reason to believe that the demon wasn't concerned with his problem. He has been coveting his position a long time ago. However, The Legion somehow chose him as leader of the Scourge, notwithstanding his sentiment.
"Your excuse seems reasonable…however, it is up to our Lord to judge!" Then they were entered another hall. Around the hall, there were dozens of flaming fire. One of them colored dark blue, while the others yellowish. Ner'zhul felt uneasy, he was not use to meeting his masters. Malioch calmly watched the flames. Later, a disembodied voice spoke to them,
"NER'ZHUL, THE LICH KING! WHY DID YOU TAKE SO LONG TO HEED OUR SUMMONS?"
Slowly, they knelt to the floor. Ner'zhul tried to explain the reason. He didn't expect they would accept his excuse soon,
"Forgive my insolence, Master! I was too preoccupied with the gathering of our army…"
"VERY WELL…" The answer quite surprised Ner'zhul, however the voice continued again,
"WE SHOULD BE AWARE OF THESE CHANGES!! THE HORDE HAD EMERGED AGAIN UNDER THE LEADERSHIP OF THRALL; SURELY THEY MIGHT BECOME THE OBSTACLE TO OUR CONQUEST! DON'T FORGET, OUR SWORN ENEMIES, THE NIGHT ELVES HAS BEEN AWOKEN AGAIN FROM MOUNT HYJAL. WE SHOULDN'T UNDERESTIMATE THEM SINCE OUR LAST CONFRONTATION TWENTY CENTURIES AGO…"
Then the Dread Lord asked, "How about the Alliance? Have they been reunited again?"
"NO, THEY HAVE BEEN SCATTERED! BUT THE LORDAERON STILL BELLIES SOME STRENGTH. WITH THEM, THE DWARVES OF KHAZ-MODAN AND MAGOCRACY OF DALARAN WERE STILL BEHIND THEM. IF THEY'RE GIVEN TIME, THEY COULD GROW STRONGER THAN BEFORE…"
The blue flame turned its voice to Ner'zhul, and then began to speak with an eerie tone. It felt like its voice was coming directly from Northrend's cold blizzard. If he has the skin, he might felt it,
"LICH KING! YOU HAVE OUR PERMISSION TO CROSS THE SOUTHERN BORDER!
YOU SHALL INCREASE OUR RANKS WITH THE DYING AND DECAYED FLESH OF THE INHABITANTS OF LORDAERON! BE SURE, THAT YOU WOULDN'T FAIL US AS THE HORDE HAD FAILED US BEFORE…" The voice had become menacing and harsh,
"…WE DON'T LIKE THE FAILURE AT ALL, AND YOU DON'T WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THOSE WHO HAVE DISPLEASED US…" Slightly, Ner'zhul swore that the blue flame had taken shape into an armored being. The sight was terrifying. He also saw its eyes stared from the blazing flame. It was cold, full of contempt and lust for power. That was the true form of Kil'jaeden, the Lord of the Legion. It is clear in his mind that the same shape was there when he was transformed into a lich. The pain still felt within his memory.
He lifted his hand. It was very sickly pale and thin, almost barely wrapped by the bleached skin. Before, the muscles bulged from his arm and the greenish, scaly skin covered it. This is showed him a cruel fact…that he is the Lich King, abhorred by living creatures and distrusted by demons. Perhaps, the Scourge was the only one who followed him. But they were nothing more than the puppets, controlled by his will alone.
"I WON'T be fail, Master! Soon Lordaeron would be ours!" he said to them. This time, the voice didn't reply. The only sound heard was the knocking of the floor by Malioch's foot. Then the demon kneeled,
"Are you sure? If the Scourge have any problems, perhaps I can…"Before he continued, Ner'zhul had stood already and gave a piercing stare. His hood had been opened. What left from his head was a deformed skull with horns and empty eye sockets, instead the blue flame within. His jaws were clicking as the remaining muscles still connected it with the skull. His canine protruded from lower jaw, showed he was an orc once. The Dread Lord looked undisturbed with such look,
A hollow and shrill voice came from Ner'zhul, as his jaw clicked again, "I don't need your help! I can handle this alone! Nobody stand in my path without being destroyed, not even you!!" With that, the Lich King stormed out from the hall. Malioch frowns, then he allowed a terrible smile in his lips,
"Oh, we'll see…we'll see that, Ner'zhul!"
Outside, the former Orc Warchief watched her new force. In the front, the Necromancers waited. They held their staves, which ornamented with a bat symbol. The horned skull covered their faces. Behind them, the Skeleton Warriors stood unmoved. The hollow eye sockets stared back to the Lich King. Then the bloated Abominations and the creepy Ghouls were next. Above, the Gargoyles screech impatiently. The Frost Wyrms circled the Necropolis. They have been waiting his commands to move south. At the staircase, the Death Knights kneeled to show their respect to the Lich King alone.
He snorted only, when Malioch, his lover Vyshna the Banshee and the other Dread Lords stood next. It needs not a magik to explain why they were here. Kil'jaeden assigned them to watch over him and the Scourge. Those demons seems not trusting him so much. It does not matter; he would deal with them soon or later. The Burning Legion will pay the price for damned him, but first, he must gain their trust by destroying the Horde and Alliance! He won't allow any mistake for that! Soon, his vengeance would be tasted sweet…
Disclaimer: I don't own the idea, but Blizzard Entertainment does! Since Warcraft III: Reign of Chaos
wasn't released yet, the story and Malioch character were purely came from my
imagination.
Note: What do you think about my first Warcraft fic? The story was taken place before Reign of Chaos; after Thrall's ascendancy as the Warchief. Just wait another story about the other races like Night Elves, Orcish Horde and Human Alliance!