It was dark in the Eastern Plaguelands. Night always made Sharak more careful on what he ran into in the undead infested area. He left his mount elsewhere so it wouldn't be eaten like everything else in the region. Sharak continued to run down the road to get to the Light's Hope Chapel to get out of the area. He continued to run until he saw something that made him stop dead in his tracks. It was a ghost, but not just any ghost. It was the ghost of the dreadlord Tichondrius. "Greetings," It said in a chilling voice that made Sharak's hairs stand on end. "I seek a favor from you." Sharak wondered why the dreadlord seek him out. "Why would you come to a lonely rogue?" he said to learn of the demon ghost's intentions.
"For you are a great candidate to do what I need done to resurrect me."
"Why should I help you?" He replied back.
"Because I'm going to make you help me."
With that five ghouls surrounded Sharak and
Tichondrius. Sharak silent cursed himself for meeting a necromancy
crazed demon in a area filled with Scourge infantry. The first ghoul
charged at him with slow speed. Sharak shadow stepped behind the
charging ghoul and back stabbed it. The ghoul fell apart in front of
Sharak. He quickly turned and saw the others running at him. He
reached in his bag and pulled out of goblin motar and aimed it. A
rocket shot out of the motar and landed in front of the ghouls. The
ghouls busted into flames and fell to ashes. Tichondrius'
transparent hand was glowing a sickly green. He raised his hand and a
large sickly green and black bolt shot and hit Sharak with lighting
speed. He fell over from, the shock of the hit and Tichondrius walked
up to the human that lay on the ground now. Sharak looked at the spot
on the arm that hit him; the only thing that he saw of his arm was a
skeleton. It still moved but it was still clean of skin or muscle.
The skin that was close to the skeleton part of his arm was a corpse
grey.
"What did you do to me?!" Sharak yelled at the demon
ghost.
"I simply made it so that you will do what I ask of you. That is the Blight that has consumed many and turned them into the undead you see in this land. It will grow and soon consume you. I may be able to stop it if you do what I ask of you for my return.
"Fine, I'll help you." Sharak said.
'First I wish to know what has happened in the time of my absence.'
"Your lord, Archimonde, is dead. His corpse lies at the foot of Mt .Hyjal. Most of the dreadlords have been killed like yourself. One remains but is loyal to his master, the Banshee Queen Sylvanus. She leads the renegade undead knows as the Forsaken. The Lich King has returned but has not acted. Illidan, the one that killed you, serves Kil'Jaeden and rules Outland. The Dark Portal has been taken by the Horde and the Alliance and they are both fighting off the Legion together."
Tichondrius pondered for a moment and let the information soak in to his mind. "If I were to attack from behind then the Legion can take the portal and then take Outland and soon after that we can attack Azeroth once again." The dreadlord looked at the human once again and began to speak once again. "It is time to do what you need to do for me."
"Yes dreadlord." Sharak said to him. "I need you to travel to Ironforge and retrieve a book from the Hall of Explorers."
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