Alright... Second to last chapter of this, honestly extensive series. This is where things will be getting intense. You wanted Twilight's Hammer? You wanted some epic 'boss' battles? You wanted to see our heroes fight together once again?
You've come to the right place.
"Warriors of the Horde! Let our cries echo out into the deep bastions of Northrend! Show the Dragons - And the Alliance - What the Horde is made of!"
Endless cries of war and battle, inspiring to both warrior and sorceror, came out from the Horde army that surrounded the western half of Wyrmrest Temple. Garrosh Hellscream himself had come to lead the assault, and nearly all of the Horde had followed him.
"Lions of Azeroth! Raise your voices in defiance of the coming Twilight! Arm your weapons, ready your magic! The darkness comes for us this day! And they will be stopped in their tracks by the power of the Alliance!"
The sounds of swords clanging against shields rang out into the Dragonblight as Varian Wrynn inspired his own army, lining the eastern half of Wyrmrest Temple.
"Thisss isss what the battle came to... The final, gloriousness that wasss to be the last duel with the Earthwarder. Garrosh and Varian would, for the sssake of the world, ssset asside their differencess and join together their forcesss to battle the incoming Hammer falling onto Wyrmrest Temple."
You see an endless, sandy chasm below you. Shining, golden scales are under the sands, shifting ever so slowly, almost seeming to phase in and out of your visible reality.
"Little did they know... Thisss battle would do more than sssave the world in which they lived..."
"Your forces are ready, Warchief." Spoke an elf to Garrosh Hellscream. Her hair was a bright, glossy white, her eyes green with the tainted fel that plagued the Blood Elves. Her face was beautiful, and her garments, bright and glowing, gave the appearance of a Priest. Or, as they were called in the Kor'kron Guard, a Templar. Her cheeks had a light, rosy tint and a warm smile was upon her face.
"Good work, Illucia. Ready the spellcasters for the battle. After which, return to me. You have earned the honor of escorting your Warchief to the canyon bottom to meet with the Human King.
"Of course, Warchief." She smiled sweetly and walked off to prepare a unit of Templars and Invokers for the battle. The Light seemed strong with her. Garrosh was confident in his choice.
"Warchief." A voice came from behind. "De Snipers be ready. Arrows and venom fill every quiver." The voice was coming from none other than the designated leader of the Kor'kron Ranged Support, Pyronaptor. His raptor, Veloci, pink scales glittering in the sunlight, stood right behind him.
"Good work, Troll." Garrosh's lip curled a bit. "Go prepare your personal squad... After the events you described in Ashenvale, you will be going deep into the Twilight forces to decimate them from within."
"Of course, Warchief." Pyronaptor's squad was composed of the very same people that he fought alongside in Ashenvale. two large Tauren, one a Darkreaver, one a Primal, named Titanrage and Korojin respectively.
"So we are to be sent deep within the endless masses of the Twilight's Hammer." Titan groaned. "My old bones ache..."
"Chin up, brother!" The Primal exclaimed. "It will be an honorable battle! Many shall fall to us tonight!"
"Dere will be honor to be had, yes." Before Pyronaptor finished his sentence, he looked across the great canyon that spread north from the towering temple. He saw some familiar faces and smiled. There was a human, who even in this cold weather had very revealing armor. A Draenei, with dark skin and plate covering her whole body, and seemed to be yelling at a Dwarf. And a Night Elf, beautiful and regal in priest robes. They were the Alliance he had fought alongside in Ashenvale. The Night Elf looked his way, and smiled, giving a wave. He waved back.
"That Illucia really seems like something, eh?" Koro spoke, drawing Pyro from his gaze. The Troll looked at the Tauren.
"What'chu be meanin'?"
"Shes beautiful, and a powerful priest. A truely divine elven form." Koro almost seemed lost, gazing at the Templar who was commanding the sorcerors of the Kor'kron.
"Koro... I know you be a Shaman, but get'cha heads out o' de clouds. We have a battle ta be winnin'.
"Ah.." Koro shuck his head. "Of course, friend."
"Look, would you just shut up! I'm not holding your damn hand!"
"Aww, c'mon lass! I can warm up yer wee mittens!"
"Call me lass again and you'll find my hoof shoved right up your bunghole, Dwarf!"
Nel and Earthbreaker had been arguing ever since they arrived. Ailyne rubbed her hair. She didn't need this stress if she was to be leading the King to speak with Garrosh, and it was almost time to leave.
"Don't let them bother you friend." Lull gave Ail a warm pat on the shoulder. "I'm sure the negotiations will go over fine."
"I know, Lull. Just all this yelling and the cries of war are giving me a headache. It's bad enough that the Twilight's Hammer is on it's way." Ail sighed and looked out across the chasm that separated the two opposing armies. She was a familiar face, and she smiled brightly. It was Pyronaptor, the Troll that had spared her in Ashenvale, and they had fought alongside. She lifted up her hand and gave a happy wave. But soon her head turned to the angry couple.
"Will you two just shut up!" Ail was breathing heavily, her less than friendly gaze upon the two. Nel crossed her arms, Earthbreaker scratched the back of his head and gave a nervous smile.
The Warchief and the King were to meet the Chamber of Aspects to discuss strategy in peace. Each was bringing a Priest to keep them calm though the negotiations, or else the two would likely come to blows. Garrosh was just leaving his post by his armie's front, right behind Illucia, his chosen Priest. Varian was leaving his, led by Ailyne, his chosen Priest.
Garrosh and Illucia reached the Shadow of the massive temple.
"Keep your head clear, Warchief. We don't want you and Varian starting a fight." Illucia smiled and winked at Garrosh. His lip curled a bit. He wasn't into the sweet talking type, but she was the best Templar the Kor'kron had to offer. He dragged behind her a bit, not eager to meet with the Alliance King. Illucia's hair flowed behind her almost perfectly, long and white. Her ear wiggled a bit as she wa- ... Wait. Ear? Garrosh looked behind him to see her other ear lying on the ground, right before they reached the temple shadow. He growled and brought the mighty axe of his father, Gorehowl, upward. In a battle cry, he charged at the imposter.
His axe came down on her small form. She... Vanished?
"What sorcery is this!" He spoke in the shadows. From behind him came a dark, low laugh. He turned. before him stood Illucia, but it wasn't. Her flawless skin began to melt away. Her white hair started to change color. Her green eyes started glowing brighter until they became a bright yellow. The revealed skin was dark, pale, and rotting. An evil, sinister grin crept across her face. Her bright, Priest armor became black and purple, colors of the Hammer. She was no elf! She was a Forsaken! Her laughs rang out in the shadows.
"Don't worry, Warchief. No one can hear you in the shadows. They are under MY control. And soon, you will burn in them! And I will feast on your ashes!" She grinned and the shadows of the temple started to flicker and dance. Garrosh looked around as Shadowflame began to form under his feet. He looked to her, and with a Warrior's grace, charged out of the fire, Gorehowl in hand. But the closer he got to the Forsaken Priest, the wider her grin got.