Prologue
Ruins of Silvermoon, Quel'thalas
Among the ruins, a white, short-cropped haired man watched it without any _expression. He wore a dark armor and held a Runeblade at his right hand. Rugold Killgrave felt uneasy as he walked at the midst of the ruined city. The place, which the mortals once called it beloved, now lay in ruins. The once fresh air has been replaced with the smell of decomposed flesh and burnt. When the Scourge broke into Silvermoon, they simply slaughtered almost half of the population. The survivors fled to the nearest human kingdoms, and some even joined with the other refugees to Kalimdor. The elves were easy to kill; they were fragile like glass despite their magic.
Before he continued, someone blocked his way. It was a pale-skinned woman. Her face once looked beautiful and gaunt, yet also lovely. However, her eyes showed a fierce contempt as she stared at him; her smirk was cold. The woman's body looks like a mist, almost transparent. "Greetings, Sylvanas." Rugold greeted her, "I trust that Prince Arthas waited for me." The former elf ranger, now a banshee answered with a shrill tone,
"He has been waiting for you for over an hour ago, and the others have already come. I shall guide you to the way." She instantly left him with a breeze, and then Rugold followed the banshee. While walking, the Death Knight mused about his 'guide'. Once, Sylvanas Windrunner courageously fought the Scourge during their invasion. Her stratagems frustrated Arthas from time to time. Yet, her efforts were doomed. Instead of killing her as she wanted, Arthas merely transformed Sylvanas into a banshee. Suspended between life and death, she became bitter and she didn't want to accept what happened to her. Ironically, she was forced to turn into the one who had made her into this existence. Since then, the banshee has served as Arthas' errand. It was no secret to all that Sylvanas might plan something to extract vengeance upon the man who had dammed her into the undead. What she needed now was an ally.
Finally, they arrived at the Sunwell. At the midst of the polluted Sunwell, several figures stood stoically. Rugold recognized Prince Arthas among them. Next to him, Baron Perenolde, the former King of Alterac stood. The others were unknown. These Death Knights formed the Order of the Death Hand, a mockery of the disbanded Silver Hand. He became a part of them after he discarded his knighthood, and has sworn to serve the Lich King, Ner'zhul.
Arthas greeted him first, "Greetings, Killgrave. How is your journey?" The young Death Knight kneeled, giving his utmost respect,
"Hearthglen was completely destroyed. The citizens had been slaughtered, as you commanded. I resurrected them from the fallen so that they may serve the Scourge. I await your command, my prince." The fallen prince didn't answer, instead he gestured to Sylvanas to leave them. The banshee went instantly into the darkness. Then Arthas began to explain,
"You should know that the Legion is preparing to invade Kalimdor. The Dread Lords have taken over the Scourge; yet the Lich King commanded us to keep an eye on them." Rugold looked puzzled,
"What do you mean, my prince?"
"I told Tichondrius that one Death Knight could mean much to serve in behalf of the Legion. I've chosen you as our 'departing gift'." Perenolde continued,
"You are the youngest among us; Archimonde and Tichondrius will never suspect anything! In fact, they might have ignored you at all." The Death Knight felt a rising anger within him, but he decided to not show it.
Arthas added, "You must report what the Legion plans in Kalimdor. After that, you are going to that land. Oh, and you will not be alone, young Death Knight. The Lich King had sent someone to accompany you." The cold breeze came from nowhere as a lich appeared. Rugold stared at the undead with disgust, but the undead ignored it,
"You must be the young Killgrave." the undead said, "I am Elech Frozenbreath. It is an honor to serve you."
Three weeks later at the Barrens, Kalimdor
The breeze passed swiftly on the plains, rocking the grass. Suddenly, the sky turned red and the hailstorm began. The hail razed the plain into a smoldering, burnt land. Among the flames, the Infernals appeared, followed by the Doomguards and Fellhounds. The red-winged, pale-faced Dread Lord materialized among them. Quickly, he ordered his minions,
"Clear the place! Keep your eyes for any signs of life! Destroy all who opposes the Legion!" As he turned to the sky, a Goblin zeppelin floated on the burned sky. The demon snorted only,
Why did Lord Tichondrius assign an inexperienced Death Knight to me? The Legion doesn't need those pathetic wretches at all!
Inside the zeppelin, Rugold watched the charred craters on the plain. The demons scoured their surroundings to ensure their control. He didn't like the job; in fact he felt slighted. Perenolde's taunt still echoed in his ears; however he still respected Arthas' judgment. Therefore he didn't protest the order, yet nobody could say he liked it. Silently, the Death Knight banished his thoughts. There would be payback later for that humiliation. Then the lich walked toward him.
"I don't like this, Frozenbreath," he said, a hint of dislike evident. Elech hissed, as the icy breath came out from his jaw,
"Control yourself, Death Knight. Malioch must not know our plan; we are here to carry out the Lich King's plan," Rugold quickly countered,
"I know! However, they don't seem to trust us either. how could I carry the Prince's order?" He felt the skeletal fingers lay at his shoulder armor. The lich tried to ease his feeling. Rugold wondered. could he feel something despite being an undead? The lich began to speak again,
"Be patient.the Lich King foresaw that you would play an important role here," Yet, his words did little to comfort the knight's troubled mind,
"I hope you are right."
The zeppelin landed, and unloaded the Acolytes. Not wasting time, these disciples of death summoned a Necropolis, Crypt, Graveyard and several Ziggurats. Instantly, the charred earth was covered by the blackish Blight. The Dread Lord nodded in satisfaction before he turned to Rugold and Elech.
"Not bad, young Death Knight." he smiled, "Your assistance to the Legion is quite appreciated." Rugold felt a sneering tone in the Dread Lord's word, yet he swallowed his anger. Now is not the time to snap, he thought. Realizing his companion's feeling, Elech replied,
"Thank you, my lord! Is there anything else you need?" Malioch was silent for a while, before he spoke again,
"Hmm, perhaps you could scout the area! Try to find where our enemies hide, but do not attack without my order. Report back to me when you see them!" Before he turned to the Necropolis, the Death Knight asked,
"What about the orcs?" The Dread Lord turned with some displeasure,
"That is none of your business! They have been taken care of by Lord Mannoroth and Tichondrius! Do not bother yourself with that. Is that clear?" Rugold didn't answer; instead he went away to the Crypt. In half an hour, he already assembled the scouting band. It was composed of Ghouls, 2 Crypt Fiends and an Abomination. A while ago, he sent some Shades to survey the surrounding, just some precaution.
Meanwhile, Malioch was inside the newly erected Necropolis. Inside, he sat in the throne and took a spoiled wine. After drinking the wine, he called a Doomguard and gave an order,
"Bring forth the woman." As the hulking demon went, the Dread Lord mused alone.
Lord Tichondrius had assigned him to recruit the local Creeps in order to create some diversion among the enemy. The Horde and the Alliance would be easier to deal with, however not so with the Sentinels!
Then the Doomguard returned with a pale-looking girl. She bore a slight resemblance to Sylvanas, yet her face looked younger and her garment was purple. Malioch smiled devilishly as she came closer,
"Tell me about your people."
Author's Note: OK, here is the story as I have promised to you! Thanks to Ayee_33 for editing and revise the story! I'm very grateful for his efforts! The story is the continuation of 'Prelude to Chaos', yet it has the greater scope about the Warcraft III storyline. The original characters might make an appearance in the story, like Arthas etc. The story was set after "Wreckage of Lordaeron" when the Legion plans to invade Kalimdor. Just wait for the first chapter, 'The Storm'!
Ruins of Silvermoon, Quel'thalas
Among the ruins, a white, short-cropped haired man watched it without any _expression. He wore a dark armor and held a Runeblade at his right hand. Rugold Killgrave felt uneasy as he walked at the midst of the ruined city. The place, which the mortals once called it beloved, now lay in ruins. The once fresh air has been replaced with the smell of decomposed flesh and burnt. When the Scourge broke into Silvermoon, they simply slaughtered almost half of the population. The survivors fled to the nearest human kingdoms, and some even joined with the other refugees to Kalimdor. The elves were easy to kill; they were fragile like glass despite their magic.
Before he continued, someone blocked his way. It was a pale-skinned woman. Her face once looked beautiful and gaunt, yet also lovely. However, her eyes showed a fierce contempt as she stared at him; her smirk was cold. The woman's body looks like a mist, almost transparent. "Greetings, Sylvanas." Rugold greeted her, "I trust that Prince Arthas waited for me." The former elf ranger, now a banshee answered with a shrill tone,
"He has been waiting for you for over an hour ago, and the others have already come. I shall guide you to the way." She instantly left him with a breeze, and then Rugold followed the banshee. While walking, the Death Knight mused about his 'guide'. Once, Sylvanas Windrunner courageously fought the Scourge during their invasion. Her stratagems frustrated Arthas from time to time. Yet, her efforts were doomed. Instead of killing her as she wanted, Arthas merely transformed Sylvanas into a banshee. Suspended between life and death, she became bitter and she didn't want to accept what happened to her. Ironically, she was forced to turn into the one who had made her into this existence. Since then, the banshee has served as Arthas' errand. It was no secret to all that Sylvanas might plan something to extract vengeance upon the man who had dammed her into the undead. What she needed now was an ally.
Finally, they arrived at the Sunwell. At the midst of the polluted Sunwell, several figures stood stoically. Rugold recognized Prince Arthas among them. Next to him, Baron Perenolde, the former King of Alterac stood. The others were unknown. These Death Knights formed the Order of the Death Hand, a mockery of the disbanded Silver Hand. He became a part of them after he discarded his knighthood, and has sworn to serve the Lich King, Ner'zhul.
Arthas greeted him first, "Greetings, Killgrave. How is your journey?" The young Death Knight kneeled, giving his utmost respect,
"Hearthglen was completely destroyed. The citizens had been slaughtered, as you commanded. I resurrected them from the fallen so that they may serve the Scourge. I await your command, my prince." The fallen prince didn't answer, instead he gestured to Sylvanas to leave them. The banshee went instantly into the darkness. Then Arthas began to explain,
"You should know that the Legion is preparing to invade Kalimdor. The Dread Lords have taken over the Scourge; yet the Lich King commanded us to keep an eye on them." Rugold looked puzzled,
"What do you mean, my prince?"
"I told Tichondrius that one Death Knight could mean much to serve in behalf of the Legion. I've chosen you as our 'departing gift'." Perenolde continued,
"You are the youngest among us; Archimonde and Tichondrius will never suspect anything! In fact, they might have ignored you at all." The Death Knight felt a rising anger within him, but he decided to not show it.
Arthas added, "You must report what the Legion plans in Kalimdor. After that, you are going to that land. Oh, and you will not be alone, young Death Knight. The Lich King had sent someone to accompany you." The cold breeze came from nowhere as a lich appeared. Rugold stared at the undead with disgust, but the undead ignored it,
"You must be the young Killgrave." the undead said, "I am Elech Frozenbreath. It is an honor to serve you."
Three weeks later at the Barrens, Kalimdor
The breeze passed swiftly on the plains, rocking the grass. Suddenly, the sky turned red and the hailstorm began. The hail razed the plain into a smoldering, burnt land. Among the flames, the Infernals appeared, followed by the Doomguards and Fellhounds. The red-winged, pale-faced Dread Lord materialized among them. Quickly, he ordered his minions,
"Clear the place! Keep your eyes for any signs of life! Destroy all who opposes the Legion!" As he turned to the sky, a Goblin zeppelin floated on the burned sky. The demon snorted only,
Why did Lord Tichondrius assign an inexperienced Death Knight to me? The Legion doesn't need those pathetic wretches at all!
Inside the zeppelin, Rugold watched the charred craters on the plain. The demons scoured their surroundings to ensure their control. He didn't like the job; in fact he felt slighted. Perenolde's taunt still echoed in his ears; however he still respected Arthas' judgment. Therefore he didn't protest the order, yet nobody could say he liked it. Silently, the Death Knight banished his thoughts. There would be payback later for that humiliation. Then the lich walked toward him.
"I don't like this, Frozenbreath," he said, a hint of dislike evident. Elech hissed, as the icy breath came out from his jaw,
"Control yourself, Death Knight. Malioch must not know our plan; we are here to carry out the Lich King's plan," Rugold quickly countered,
"I know! However, they don't seem to trust us either. how could I carry the Prince's order?" He felt the skeletal fingers lay at his shoulder armor. The lich tried to ease his feeling. Rugold wondered. could he feel something despite being an undead? The lich began to speak again,
"Be patient.the Lich King foresaw that you would play an important role here," Yet, his words did little to comfort the knight's troubled mind,
"I hope you are right."
The zeppelin landed, and unloaded the Acolytes. Not wasting time, these disciples of death summoned a Necropolis, Crypt, Graveyard and several Ziggurats. Instantly, the charred earth was covered by the blackish Blight. The Dread Lord nodded in satisfaction before he turned to Rugold and Elech.
"Not bad, young Death Knight." he smiled, "Your assistance to the Legion is quite appreciated." Rugold felt a sneering tone in the Dread Lord's word, yet he swallowed his anger. Now is not the time to snap, he thought. Realizing his companion's feeling, Elech replied,
"Thank you, my lord! Is there anything else you need?" Malioch was silent for a while, before he spoke again,
"Hmm, perhaps you could scout the area! Try to find where our enemies hide, but do not attack without my order. Report back to me when you see them!" Before he turned to the Necropolis, the Death Knight asked,
"What about the orcs?" The Dread Lord turned with some displeasure,
"That is none of your business! They have been taken care of by Lord Mannoroth and Tichondrius! Do not bother yourself with that. Is that clear?" Rugold didn't answer; instead he went away to the Crypt. In half an hour, he already assembled the scouting band. It was composed of Ghouls, 2 Crypt Fiends and an Abomination. A while ago, he sent some Shades to survey the surrounding, just some precaution.
Meanwhile, Malioch was inside the newly erected Necropolis. Inside, he sat in the throne and took a spoiled wine. After drinking the wine, he called a Doomguard and gave an order,
"Bring forth the woman." As the hulking demon went, the Dread Lord mused alone.
Lord Tichondrius had assigned him to recruit the local Creeps in order to create some diversion among the enemy. The Horde and the Alliance would be easier to deal with, however not so with the Sentinels!
Then the Doomguard returned with a pale-looking girl. She bore a slight resemblance to Sylvanas, yet her face looked younger and her garment was purple. Malioch smiled devilishly as she came closer,
"Tell me about your people."
Author's Note: OK, here is the story as I have promised to you! Thanks to Ayee_33 for editing and revise the story! I'm very grateful for his efforts! The story is the continuation of 'Prelude to Chaos', yet it has the greater scope about the Warcraft III storyline. The original characters might make an appearance in the story, like Arthas etc. The story was set after "Wreckage of Lordaeron" when the Legion plans to invade Kalimdor. Just wait for the first chapter, 'The Storm'!