Prologue
Elrond walked down the gates of Dun Algaz, his eyes gazing upon the morning sun. He turned and look to his party members. Bronze Thunderbeard, the mighty dwavern warrior that walked along with his pet gryphon, Bane. Then there was Rick, the mysterious human warlock, his face hidden in his crimson red hood. And last but not least, there was Panduur, the draenei paladin, walking proudly with his rune-covered armor and his purple hammer.
They were sent on a quest to Northrend to battle the blue dragonflight. It seems that the leader of the blue dragonflight, Malygos now despises mortal magic-wielders, bad news for Elrond, one of the remaining high elven spell breakers. Bronze shouted: Aye! When are we going to reach Menthil Harbor? These wetlands are just… Wet! Rick replied: Maybe if your gryphon didn't pee so much then it would be less wet half-pine.
Panduur's voice boomed, he said: We are allies, do not argue! He then looked at Rick straight in the eye and said: You play with dark magic human, I can see it in your eyes. Rick brushed him off and though to himself: Why else would they call me a warlock? Elrond sighed, he whispered to himself: How the hell did I get this bloody mission?
When they were about to reach Menethil Harbor, they saw smoke come from the east, they ran to Menethil Harbor only to see it burning in dark flames. The next thing they saw would be engraved in their minds for the rest of their lives. A shadow emerged, the gigantic demon walked out from the ruins of the once great Menethil Harbor. It was a pit lord. Rick took a step back, he could sense a chunk of demonic energies in the pit lord.
The pit lord then said: Fear me mortals! For your time has come to an end. The Burning Legion will burn Khaz Modan to the ground! And I, Matheroc, harbinger of destruction will lead the invasion. The party saw Matheroc raised his twin-balded blade high in the sky, the in was raining, but it wasn't normal rain, it was a rain of chaos. Infernals were raining down from the sky, Matheroc's minions opened a portal in Menethil Harbor were Doomguards, Felguards, Felstalkers, Imps, Voidwalkers and many other demons were pouring out. Rick had fainted from the immense demonic energies and lying on Bane's back.
The party was running back to Loch Modan to warn them about the incoming invasion. But by the time they had reached, they could see nerubians bursting out from the ground, infernals raining down, and at that moment, they knew they were too late. Half of Bronze and other dwarf's homeland were now in ruins.

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