Guns of Azeroth
Note: This IS NOT Chapter 1. It is the prolouge.
Prolouge
Stormwind, 1494
GRASHLLLLAPPPPP! The portal snapped shut. "Who are you and where are you from?" asked a guard, his sword at the ready, knowing that very few blood elves could open such portals. Meanwhile, another guard was blowing on a horn to call Stormwind's most elite soldiers. As the distant marching came closer, he knew he had little time. "Take this please spare me." "What is it?" the guard asked. "It's a gun. Watch." He fired the sniper at a bird. It fell like a rock. "Such power! Why does the great kiing of Stormwind not already have this magic?" He talked out loud with glee. "The reason is.. is... well, it from the future." With perfect timing, a warlock killed the blood elf before he had even been born.
It took them two years, but soon, the Alliance, thanks to the mysterious blood elf and the dwarves technological brains, had every gun from pistols to bazookas. Thus, the Alliance, were not far from conquering the Horde.
