Warning: This chapter will contain high amounts of blood, gore, and general disgusting things. If you are sensitive to theses things, you have been warned.
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The Wrathgate, Northrend
Third person point of View
The sun had just begun to rise over the snows of Northrend. Despite the chill and the newly risen sun, there was already combat. Mindless undead, mere minions of the scourge, attacked again and again against to two armies outside of the Wrathgate, a massive structure meant to cut off Icecrown from the area known as Dragonblight from attack. The Horde and Alliance expeditions had pushed two massive armies into the heart of Northrend, and both found themselves building a camp outside of the Wrathgate, a move that made the Lich King attack the newly made defensive fortifications. However, the flow of undead was slowly becoming less and less, signaling the time for an attack. Bolvar Fordragon, a paladin and leader of the Valiance Expedition himself had come to the front, joining the push. Him and his forces charged the scourge, doing heavy damage to the forces that remained.
"Back you mindless wretches!" He shouted, bringing his shield crashing into a skeleton, taking it's head off. Savage and harsh shouting seemed to sound as the gate opened, teeth like gate revealing massive blue humanoids, the Vrykul. The creatures charged into the fray, as many of the undead fell back.
"Fight on, brother's!" The paladin shouts, blocking a massive axe with his shield. However, the fight had turned south, the shear size and savagery of the Vrykul making them hard targets for the smaller humans to hit. One of the blue skinned humanoids managed to grab a human, using him as a still living club. On another ridge, a red skinned orc watched the battle, before turning around and addressing his troops.
"Rise up, sons and daughters of the Horde! Blood and glory await us!" He shouted. The races of the Horde mounted up, charging into the battle. A orcish war horn sounds through the combat as the Horde charges in.
"Lok'tar ogar! For the Horde!" Dranosh Saurfang roared.
"For the Horde!" his forces echoed, crashing into the Vrykul. Horde weapons ripped through flesh and bone, sending the battle wolves into a frenzy, joining their masters in the attack. The Alliance rallied, not wanting to be outdone by their one time enemy.
"I was wondering if you'd show up!" Bolvar shouted, blocking another strike from a Vrykul axe.
"I couldn't let the Alliance have all the fun today!" Dranosh said, grin hidden behind his faceplate. With a battlecry, he swung his axe, cutting three Vrykul across their chests, axe biting through armor and bone with ease. All three dropped dead on the spot, slowly bleeding out from the massive gash in their chest.
Timeskip
The last of Vrykul where dead. Wounded and the dead were quickly moved away from the front, so that the Lich King would not be able to use the dead against them. Both Horde and Alliance stood at the ready as Dranosh and Bolvar slowly approached the gate. The orc gave the human a slight nod.
"Arthas!" Bolvar shouts, "The blood of your father, of your people, demands justice! Come forth, coward, and answer for your crimes!" The teeth of the gate slowly begin to open, causing the orc to let out a low pitched growl, as Arthas steps forward, a legion of the dead behind him.
"You speak of justice? Of cowardice?" Arthas says, the tone of the Lich King never wavering, "I will show you the justice of the grave and the true meaning of fear." Dranosh snarled, clearly having enough banter.
"Enough talk! he snarls, "Let it be finished!" he shouts charging the Lich King, going for a decapitating blow. Arthas brings his sword around, shattering the axe like it was made of glass, the blow cutting upon the proud orc's throat. Member's of the Horde forces gasped, eyes steeling onto the Lich King. Bolvar himself watches in horror and rage as the blade devoirs the orc's soul.
"You will pay for all the lives you've stolen, traitor." Bolvar threatens, eyes narrowing to slits.
"Boldy stated," Arthas taunted, "but there is nothing you can -" was as far as he got as an explosion emanated from the Horde camp, leaving a sickly green cloud behind.
"What?" Arthas snarled, his voice no changing, showing concern over what had just happened. All combatants look up to see a cloaked forsaken laughing on a ledge, overlooking the three armies. The forsaken, the Grand Apothecary Putress, grinned behind his mask.
"Did you think we had forgotten? Did you think we had forgiven?" he jeered as a rumbling came from behind him. Four Forsaken catapults rolled up to ledge, carrying each a green colored barrel.
"Now!" He cackled maniacally, "Behold the terrible wrath of the Forsaken!" Arthas sneered.
"Sylvansas," He snarled as the catapults fired.
"Death to the Scourge!" Putress roared, "And death to the living!" The canisters connect with the ground, and explode. The green gas spreads rapidly, with all the combatants taking in the strange gas, let it be through breathing or other means, but it was killing people quickly.
"FALL BACK!" Bolvar roars, not that the order needed to be given. Soldiers were running anywhere they could to escape the green gas, but for many, it was already too late. Arthas had fell back, leaving his forces to die. Bolvar himself found himself quickly surrounded by the gas. He could see through it, and the plague seemed to have a different effect on anyone. He watched an orc in horror has face began turning to liquid, with the orc trying to scream in pain, along with him trying to keep his liquid turning flesh from running out of his helmet. Bolvar fell, the plague weakening his heart, he rolled onto his stomach, and watched that in the distance, strange shapes where flying toward him. His eyes closed, as the red dragonflight rained fire from the sky.
Timeskip
Rega's PoV
The news came as shock to everyone in Ogrimmar. Horde and Alliance both betrayed in a battle against the Lich King by the Forsaken. Or so we thought. Sylvansas arrived right after the news did, revealing that Undercity had been taken by force, and herself nearly assassinated as well. What was even more of a horror is who was leading the rebellion, however. A Dreadlord by the name of Varimathras, along with Putress, the grand apothecary who had found the means to neutralize Scourge plague (part of the reason he was made grand apothecary in the first place). My father already wanted to prevent any chance of the Legion from gaining a foothold on Azeroth again, gathering up whatever military forces we had left. He wasn't the only one preparing for battle however. I had already begun putting on my chainmail armor. One act from these traitor's left more than a thousand dead, from both the Horde and the Alliance. There was only one way to pay them back for such treachery. And that way was with their blood.
Timeskip
I was surprised that my father didn't put up more of a fight about letting me join the assault on the Undercity. The forces we had gathered were large either, a small group of adventures, a few dozen Kor'Kron, along with my father, Sylvanas, and Vol'jin. We were not really an army, but between the firepower of us and the adventurers, I would suspect an retaking the city wouldn't be as hard as I had first thought. We used portals to arrive outside of the gates to the city. The cloud cover was thick around the area, something that may be useful in taking the upper courtyard.
"Onward!" My father shouted, "For the Horde!" I lightly tap the sides of my wolf, Snowball, almost fully grown none, and we charge toward the city. However, clouds of plague blocked the front gate.
"Great wind brother, clear our path." my father pleaded with the elements, and a small windstorm answered his call, scattering the plague with ease, and we pushed into the courtyard. I let out a small gulp looking in front of us. At least ten abominations filled the courtyard, and most of the courtyard was covered in plague.
"You must answer to the elements demon!" my father snarled. I didn't expect anything to happen, but a massive dreadlord appeared in the center of the courtyard. I snarl, expecting to fight, but the demon simply laughed.
"I welcome you to my kingdom of darkness," He said in glee, "Did you enjoy my minion's terrible creation? Potent, isn't it? But enough prattle. Your souls will fuel the masters host. You shall have this place back in pieces." The dreadlord opened a massive dark portal behind him, most likely lowering himself back into the depths of the city. My father grinned.
"Great water spirit, wash away this corruption." He asked, and the elements again answered. A massive title wave filled the courtyard, washing away plague and destroying the abominations. The wave sunk into the ground before crashing into the ruined walls of the city, giving us an opening.
"Attack!" my father bellowed, and we all rushed into the courtyard. Still some catapults remained however. I target one quickly, and attack before it can fire.
"Lava Burst!" I roar, bringing down the catapult with ease. Before I could celebrate however, a massive creature stepped into the courtyard. The creature smelled and looked disgusting. It was much larger than any sewed together abomination, and it appeared to be one body. However the bloated corpse was filled to the brim with plague, and it hadn't come alone either. A mass of abominations and other mindless shamblers came along, ready for a fight. The adventurers quickly targeted the oversized creature, while Sylvansas unleashed a hail of arrows at the undead, my father rushed forward, swinging doomhammer left and right.
"Chain Lightning!" I shout, bringing arcs of lightning against my enemies. I bring back my hands before letting out another spell.
"Earthquake!" However the spell ended up being all sorts of overkill, dropping the earth straight out from underneath the enemy. However, at the same time the massive creature fell, and the enemy stopped their attack. My father shot me a look that read as a mix of how did you do that and don't do it again. I nodded, message received. The city was likely going to be in shambles by the end of the day without my help.
"The courtyard belongs to us!" My father shouted "Onward to the inner sanctum!" Our forces made our way quickly to the elevator, or at least, where the elevator should be. I slowly began channeling the power of the elements, calling forth a windstorm to slowly carry us to the ground. We jump, the winds placing us down gently on the ground. And thankfully, the shaft was not well guarded, the few present were quickly taken down. We quickly reached the center of the city. The place smelled terrible, due to mixture of sludge and corpses, some left over from the brief battle when Sylvanas escaped the city.
"What have they done to my beautiful city?" She snapped, "The only redemption for the traitors that did this will be an agonizing death." I wasn't surprised by the punishment she would be dishing out later, if there were any traitors left alive, that is.
"Lead the way, Dark Lady, and we will follow," my father said. She nodded.
"Very well Warchief, the royal quarter is this way," She said, "And stay on guard. There is no telling what Varimathras and Putress have in store for us." I nodded in agreement. The Undercity by itself was enough to set me on edge. The fact that someone else had control of it who knew the city just as well as Sylvansas did was not a comforting thought, but something had to be done. Sylvansas suddenly stopped, causing everyone else to stop as well.
"Hold!" she snarled, "I sense dark magic. Demon magic." I began readying the elements as everyone else drew their weapons, ready for battle. Suddenly, a horde of demons appeared, most likely teleported into the hallway.
"Lightning Bolt!" I bellow, blasting a wing off of a doomguard, making the creature crash into the sludge. I spotted movement in the lengthy river of sludge that run throughout the Undercity, seeing something I never would have wanted to see. Was that really a demon, empowered with the plague? You have got to be kidding. Once again, the adventures attacked the oversized creature, leaving us to deal with ever growing swarm of demons.
"Chain Lightning!" I shout, clipping the wings off more doomguards, and having gravity finish the fight for me. The oversized creature despite it's intimidating size, was quickly dispatched, falling to ground with a loud crash.
"Is that all demon! Do you have nothing left to throw at us!" My father taunted, anger and annoyance quite clear in his voice. An explosion was the answer, cutting off the path to the royal chamber. My father snarled, clearly pissed off at the pathic attempt to slow us down.
"Coward!" My father yells in anger, "You think you can stop the Warchief of the Horde, with pebbles? I will show you the true power of the elements!" At his command, the earth began to rumble in fury.
"Great spirits of the earth, help us in our hour of need!" The earth responded to my father's plea. The rocks used to seal the sanctum were blasted apart, and we charged into the chamber. Varimathras was standing in the center of the chamber, channeling power from six portals, a dark purple emanating from each. Varimathras, now clearing panicked began summoning a ton of demons. I began castings spells, targeting anything within reach to try and hurt the enemy. All the while the doomlord would do nothing but talk. The portals where closing quickly, and the faster we closed them, the more panicked he became, trying to talk us out of stopping whatever plan, saying things about giving us power. However, he did say something about the master being near, however I had not time to think about it, blocking a spear thrust from a minor pit fiend with my shield, before bring my face down, crushing it's skull like fruit. Soon there was only one portal left as a strange voice echoed through the chamber.
"You have failed me Varimathras," the strange female voice said, "Kill them at once if you want to see redemption." The voice sent a chill down my spine. It seemed so weird and strange.
"A thousand, thousand pardons master," Varimathras said, sounding like an oversized dog if anything else. "I will deal with the intruders at once." The field came down around demon as he prepared to attack. I grinned.
"Bloodlust!" I yell, and I feel the strength of all of us nearly double. We unleash our rage against the demon, dodging and canceling out his spells. It fury of the elements crashed into the demon, along with arrows and steel, before the creature was finally brought down. At the end I was gasping for breath. The fight had taken a lot out of me. I sat down on one of the steps to catch my breath.
"We are victorious!" My father shouted, "The Undercity belongs to the Horde once again! Lok'tar Ogar" Sylvanas shook her head.
"We must first deal with that wretch, Putress." She said the name with so much contempt I almost thought he was in the room. Sylvanas was most definitely scary, and not a lady I would want to cross, if this whole scenario was any indication.
"And indeed we shall," My father said, before a horn sounded in the distance. I bolt upright. What was the Alliance doing here?
"Stay on guard," my father ordered. I pulled myself up to my feet. The Alliance was in the Undercity. These traitors are the Horde's problem, not the Alliance's. Why are they here anyway? This is not their land. If they wanted Vengeance all they had to do was ask. Where they here to take Undercity? Well, it was time to find out. Varian himself was there, something that isn't a good sign. I didn't hear the first part, but I did hear the second.
"Trash like you and that witch were allowed to roam unchecked for far too long," The king of the Alliance spat, "Now it is time to make things right. To dispain your kingdom of thieves and murders. Putress was the first strike, and many more will come." I was caught in between seething rage and utter confusion. Putress had betrayed both the Horde and the Alliance. The Horde had lost just as much as the Alliance had at Wrathgate. Was he really that blind?
"I have waited a long time for this Thrall," he continued to snarl, causing a low pitched rumble to emanate from my throat, a warning to stop while he was ahead. I had utmost respect for his son, Anduin, but I wasn't going to let him sprout bull at my father. "Every time I killed a green skinned aberration I have one thought. What our world would have been like, without you and your twisted Horde. It ends now Warchief." My green eyes are overtaken by a red tinge, my body quaking in rage.
"Attack!" He bellows, "For Stormwind!" I on the other hand charge up a spell.
"Lava Burst!" I roar over the fighting. While the spell did little damage, most likely due to his armor having some type of magical resistance. However the spell did what it needed to do, the spell's impact lifting the human king off the ground. I call forth a whirlwind, keeping the him airborne for a few seconds, before using the force to smash him into the ground, hard. Next thing a know, however, my body is encased in ice. The rational part of my mind thanks Jiana for the intervention. However, boiling blood pumping through my body not only prevented the thought from surfacing, but it also prevented me from hearing what she said as she teleported away. My father sat down with a sigh the moment he unfreezed. A portal appeared in the throne room, and Saurfang the Elder came through. I didn't want to leave my father, but something was scratching at the back of my mind that I didn't notice during the fighting. Who was it that Varimathras and Putress where serving? And why was I getting the feeling that whoever it was, this was not going to be the last time we will meet.
I'm going to be honest here, I was really considering splitting this chapter in two. However, Wrathgate would be much to short to my liking, and I did promise that Wrath of the Lich King would take up only one chapter of this story. I will be starting college on the 17, so wish me luck. I will try to get the next chapter finished and posted before school starts up. The next two chapters will be a prelude to the Cataclysm, both of which will have the name The Shattering. While I can't spoil everything I will be now giving a small line from the next chapter after my author notes from now on. And in other news please check out my Deviantart page, which I will add in a link on my profile page, so you check out some of the art that I have uploaded for Rega and other Senshi I will be adding to the story.
Next time on Sailor Azeroth: "This isn't attack by the Horde. While it would be easy to make that mistake if you aren't a member, but trust me, just because it was orc's. If anything from the Horde would be attacking you, it will be Trolls. I think you have a case of Twilights Hammer cult running through your forest."
"Is that bad?"
"Lets just say they will make you wish you where dealing with the Horde."
