Dread Lord Chapter 10, a Warcraft + Naruto Crossover fanfic

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Dread Lord.

Chapter X.

Stormwind. Palace's guest chambers.

With a groan, Natrezim in disguise opened his eyes. His headache was slowly killing him and, with titanic efforts, he tried to remember what happened yesterday, beside Lunara's full lips and mind-blowing sex that she gave to him.

"And what if we will give you a ship?" asked Bolvar. "Then, will you help Rhonin to get to the Wyrmrest Temple?"

Decision was good. One ship wasn't an entire army. If the king wanted to send the army of the Stormwind to help Jaina and her followers, he will gain an unrelenting opposition in face of the country's nobles. But if he will give something as insignificant as one ship, getting out lightly, with ceremonial contribution, just like Stromgarde did. Then, he will be even supported by them.

After all it will cost them nothing, but will give them additional points in the face of the other kingdoms, costing them… virtually nothing. Support and provision will be on the princess of the Kul Tiras, after all. It was elegant yet simple decision.

And technically it should have bought the help from the group of elves.

"I will help him to get to the Northrend. But I will not follow him to the Temple."

Remembering what happened yesterday, Naruto narrowed his eyes. Rhonin was an obstacle in his plans and he needed to deal with him. Fortunately, foolish mage did as he predicted. In front of colleagues, his wife, the king and the court of Stormwind, he couldn't falter.

Many of them didn't believe in his deed, moreover… truth to be told, many mages, who were yesterday in the room, were much smarter than Rhonin. He was a classical battle mage, hit hard, so his enemies couldn't rise again.

But in missions where the brains and not brawn was required, Rhonin was absolutely useless. He may be a good man… or rather he was a good man, but as years passed, being hailed as hero finally got to his head. Moreover, he wasn't recognized as great mage by his colleagues, that also gave oil to the fires of his irritation and hate.

The thread of his thoughts was stopped as someone knocked into the door. Several minutes lkater it opened and Wraxxion stepped inside.

"My lord." Greeted him Wraxxion, as Naruto was placing the last magical artifacts on himself. "We have visitors."

"I see." Said Naruto. "Looks like Lady Vareesa decided to visit us, am I right?"

"How… Didn't you…?" instantly narrowed his eyes Wraxxion.

"Don't worry, my loyal commander. No ill will shall fall upon Lady Vareesa. It's just simple math, per se. Her husband…" it didn't escape Naruto watchful eye, how Wraxxion flinched, when he mentioned Rhonin. It wasn't something new to him. All members of his group reacted like this. Females even more violently, and the elves from the Stormwind held their pokerfaces just for the Lady Vareesa.

"Without a doubt he told his wife that he will go on a hero quest. This time he will be forced to go alone. But since he was well… Rhonin… I highly doubt that he did it with at least the shred of a tact."

That and young Nathrezim worked with Vareesa's mind a bit. It is no secret that the elf's sense of beauty differs that of a human. Therefore, to receive attention from a male or female elf, human male or female, must be and exceptional person.

But since Rhonin was no Turalyon to gain attention for his deeds, nor Khadgar to get the attention for his might, it started to really interest young Nathrezim, how he managed to get young Vareesa as his wife.

The answer was simple.

Korialstraz.

Looks like the current main consort of the Alexstarza was generous enough to… correct the sense of beauty in the one concrete case of certain she-elf. His last 'gift' to his apprentice per se. So Nathrezim worked with these… marks and set them to slowly self-destruct.

As he presumed he had found Vareesa surrounded by the group of female elves, talking about the eternal female topic about the fact that all men are bastards. Notable fact, Naruto entered right at the moment when every woman in the room agreed with said fact.

But when they noticed him, all women from his group, in unison told: "Everyone, but lord Covenant."

Yes, Naruto once again changed this name. And if somebody asked why the pureblooded elf bore the human name, he already had a very melodramatic story, about his father and his best friend, who saved him with cost of his life. And this friend's name was Covenant.

Since the word 'honor' in these lands still had some kind of value, both parts of Naruto, his human and demon part, hmphed at this statement and from somewhere within his dark soul, approving growl could have been heard (once again Naruto took a note to check what kind of thing was there, inside him. He was sure that it was, that it existed. He felt the small connection to it whenever he was in his lupine form.)

Anyway, in non-negotiable form, Vareesa stated that she will go with the volunteers. Inspired by the exemplar of her elder sisters and her kin, who weren't broken by the countless armies of undead, she decided to travel to Kalimdore, to give her efforts into repelling the threat that undead armies possessed.

Naruto agreed to this, fully knowing that he will not be able to talk her to not go.

Not that he wanted to do it.

Halkegenia. Tristain.

Mari. Druella. Ilassa.

Those three daughters of the Demon Queen had only three similiarities. Their mother, their father and their looks.

Everything else in these daughters of the great Succubus Queen was different. Ilassa was a supporter of co-existence with the humans, she didn't care about the fact were they converted into the demons or not. She wanted to find herself a husband and live with him till the end of their days. Peacefully.

Druella was radical. Very radical. No not even like this… She was an extremist in every kind of level. Unlike her sisters, she didn't care about such things like marriage, husbands and children. No. In her mind on the pedestal were placed her parents and with them their ideas. She tried to constantly expand the domain of her parents and converted any female who she met, into the monster, constantly increasing the number of the warriors loyal personally to her.

Mari. It's hard to say anything about that one. For succubus she was pretty normal. Not as radical as Druella, nor as submissive as Ilassa. She had a bit laid-back personality, liked magic and drawing.

So when these three different demons tried to create a plan to deal with the only problem that stood before them and silent conquer of the Trristain… Happened the only one possible thing.

Complete and utter saturnalia.

In all this chaos and anarchy sat the small demoness Zina'Tari, dragged here by her patron Mari, remaining the only isle of calmness in the room. Unlike her three mistresses, who cannot even find the common ground, little baphomet thought about the visit to the Valliere household.

She cannot get the little Louise out of her head. After all, whatever she lacked in chest area, she surely compensated with her ass. Without a doubt it was the best ass that she had ever fucked. Little demoness felt aroused whenever she thought about it.

Too lost in her dream-like state, where she had once again claimed the pink-haired future sorceress, she didn't notice, how she started to droll and all three lilim turned their heads in her direction.

"Ah… look at this one… I bet it's a girl. They always look like this when they are thinking about the girls." Said Druella licking her lips in anticipation.

"Speaking out of experience? How is your current one by the way? What was her name agin? Fransisca?" smiled Mari.

"Don't speak about Mistel in such tone." Instantly narrowed her eyes Druella. None of her sisters knew the real reason in her interest of the Lescatie Kingdom. Druella had a free acess to the capital of that kingdom where the royal family resided. She always liked to go there, mocking and terrorizing the priests of the Illias on their own territory.

However… once she entered the palace. And after roaming there, she had found the weakest of all current children of the noble family. Fransisca.

Demon Queen's daughter instantly decided to do what he liked to do. After all, she was pranking the priests all day long and she need some cool down. So… at that day Fransisca tested the pleasures of the flesh, for the first time in her life… with a succubus.

However… this relationship had unforeseen consequences for both of them.

Fransisca always was shy, weaken by rare disease and as result barren maiden. However, her weakness made her a perfect toy for Druella. All demonic energy that she released during the copulation went fix her condition and with so many illnesses, overall weak body and her suffering from infertility…. truly a long time shall pass before Druella will manage to turn her into a mamono.

Young princess knew what was at stake, but she also knew, how painful and torturous shall be the alternative. Day from day, left alone for her entire short and miserable life…

Thus she willingly became Druella's sextoy.

However, her stoic demeanor and unwillingness to give up to the pleasure infuriated Druella to no end. She was supposed to bring love and pleasure and her succubus logic couldn't comprehend the fact that all her loving just brought suffering for a princess.

Also… soon she understood that this relationship was a double-edged sword. The more Fransisca depended on her, the more Druella got addicted to her. Like a drug.

Thus she decided to put a hold on their meetings and this mission from her mother came in handy.

"Back to the matter at hand… I still think that we must send some of the assassin after this girl. Maybe kunoichi, from the clans that had yet to prove their worth to our mother." Said Druella.

"Yes…" supported her Mari. "And if shit will hit the fan, we can always open portals, to get there some of the mamono. They will invade the society, or build their keeps in the desolated areas. We will take this world, if the Tristain will not become our foothold through the 'cloak and dagger' method… Then we will use the usual one."

Ilassa could only pray that her sisters will not either destroy the world, or kill themselves doing something really stupid.

Grand Army of the Light. Expedition of High Commander Lothraxion.

Nathrezim looked at the piece of paper in his hands and burnt it with the holy flames. One of the few of his kin, who despised the sadistic tendencies that ruled supreme in their society, he was reprimanded for his views by his brother, Balnazzar.

However, High Exarch Turalyon freed him from his shackles and fused him with energies of the Light. He became one of the greatest Commanders of the Grand Army of the Light. However… today he once again faced the ghost of his past.

Whatever happened on this world, it was definitely the work of the Nathrezim and judging by his manner of doing his deeds… it was Mephistroth. Not the worst opponent for the Lothraxion. He was weaker than Anetheron and certainly not as powerful, cunning or bloodthirsty as Tichondrius.

Third brother was well…. Third. In everything. Fourth however… thoughts of Lothraxion had once agin returned to the rebellious nathrezim. He came into existence feared for his flaw, being the only one, on whom wasn't inflicted the Law of Sargeras. Nobody knew, why something like him an unambitious, lazy prick received this powerful gift… But after sometime, he disappeared without a trace.

Other Nathrezim tried to forget about him, to bury him in their memory.

But he had returned. Changed. Different. His ambitions grew up tremendously, from nearly non-existent to grandiose ones. Moreover… he understood that his brothers feared him. He understood that there will be no place for him among the Nathrezim.

He understood that the time was now or never.

The universe itself was changing. Spies of the Army, reported to the Commanders that the Legion turned their eyes to many other dimensions. Whatever will happen on the Azeroth… They will become evn more powerful either way.

Looks like some of the demonic commanders managed to pass the idea of creation of more mechanical monstrosities. And some Nathrezim had found very suitable race that will serve this particular purpose very nicely.

Half-machine, half-organic beings. They can be easily corrupted by the Fel magic.

But to get to them, Legion needed at least stop the attack on the Azeroth. Which will not happen, since Archimonde had the chance to get the power of the World Tree all for himself, since Lord Sargeras was unavailable right now.

Demon shook his head.

He needed to focus on the actions of his brother. At least he was in arm's reach, per se. But even with a report from Malkariss' spy, (seriously when did his brother got himself so good and widespread spy net?) he still cannot understand what was his brother seeking in this world.

He knew that is supposed to be something really powerful. Something that has been lost for Legion… Unfortunately, Legion lost and acquired a lot of powerful artifacts, so it can be one out of uncountable and powerful weapons of mass destruction.

Great. Just great.

Nathrezim walked to the large holo-map, that was projected above the table, through some sort of the magic projector. He looked over the dislocation of the enemy's forces and once again sighed: their situation wasn't really good.

Of course, in their flying fortress Grand Army of the Light had the upper hand in mobility. But countless Imps, who covered all the territories, that swore allegiance to the Orochimaru, made it impossible for them to use the element of surprise. Moreover… armies of the Snake sanin were much greater in numbers, and whenever they acted, soldiers of the White Snake crashed another country that tried to stay neutral in that conflict.

Situation was dire, all that the Nathrezim could do is stale for time, till he will receive the reinforcements from the High Exarch.

Of course if there ever will be one.

Lothraxion massaged his temples and tried to focus on the positive aspects. At least the locals were either neutral or friendly and Orochimaru had no respect among the leaders of the Five Great Villages. Even now with his power at full peak, when he seemed nearly unstoppable to all, shinobi researched the Fel, trying to find the way to either seal it or destroy it.

Some of them even allied themselves with the Army of the Light. Latest initiative looked really promising. A young girl, named Haku, who was brought to him by notorious warrior ninja from the Mist, who was her teacher and step-father.

Zabuza Momochi was his name.

Right now he was working under the Mizukage, trying to fix the damage caused to their country by civil war and Orochimaru. Meanwhile the girl was trained in the art of the clerics and paladins, under watchful eyes of the Lothraxion's lieutenants.

Looking how rapidly she was growing in power, Lothraxion thought that maybe there was still a chance for this world.

Palace of the Orochimaru.

Snake Sanin was livid. Since his soul and mind were deeply connected to the Mephistroth, emotions of the demon were connected to his emotions. And said dreadlord was infuriated by the lack of success. Mission that he set before himself was becoming more and more troublesome with each passing day.

He knew that if he will be caught here, red-handed, searching for the Scepeter of the Sargeras, he will be turned into the cosmic dust, while his soul will be places as deep into the Twisting Niether as possible, to suffer for several thousand years. He betted on ten, cosmic powers somehow liked this number.

But to suffer ten thousand years? He wasn't morally prepared for this.

So Mephistroth continued to search, thoughts about letting some of more powerful demons get here didn't even cross his mind, he will be forced to share the power. Imps were sometimes too stupid and eager for their own good, he promised them land to play upon, until they will not tell it to some other members of the Legion except other Imps.

And they agreed with glee, there weren't a time in the existence of the Legion when entire world was given to the Imps only. They didn't even care if there was a catch.

They will not be so eager if they would have found out that their deed can anger all high command of the Legion.

Mengtabrak.

Unknown to the Mephistroth and slightly known to the Lothraxion, Mengtabrak continued to act as his Master's spy. He invoked his power of the some of the Imps, who were summoned to this realm and now led the large warband.

Compared to the others of his kin, Mengtabrak was very large, moreover, he was old and powerful and it was an easy feat for him to deal with his much weaker and smaller kin.

His warband laid waste on the territories that supported lord Mephistroth's chosen. Also he was desperately seeking the information about the object that the Nathrezim was so interested in. If it will be too dangerous for him to obtain the object alone, he will just feed the information to the both sides and during the chaos he will steal the object.

His only hope in that case was the fact that nearly all artifacts made by the Legion were compact ones.

And light enough for him to carry.

Azeroth. Stormwind. Port.

People were throwing flowers in the air and screamed, supporting the volunteers from Storwind and refugees from Quel'Thalas in their ambition to join forces with Jaina against the Scourge.

Naruto looked at this from the crowd, last orders were given a day ago, written and entrusted to loyal Wraxxion. Vereesa and her Stormwind kin also got to the ship. He was waiting alongside the anxious Rhonin for the ship to start the journey.

"They had left successfully…" finally exploded Rhonin when the ship started its journey. "Teleport us. Now!"

"Your Magic Excellences…" started Bolvar Fondragon, as he got closer, but stopped and smiled into his beard as he saw, how Rhonin was pulling Naruto's robes like a spoiled child. "His Majesty awaits."

"Gentlemen." Greeted them Varian as two mages, followed by the Bolvar, stopped before him. "Are you ready?"

"Always!" said Rhonin, while Naruto just nodded.

"Then may the Light shine your path." Said the king and his last words drowned in the roars of the magic tides. Several seconds later Ice wind hit their faces.

Rhonin clicked his fingers, getting a warm coat out of his magic bag. "What a cold… Hey poity ears, aren't you cold also? Hey! You aren't even shivering from it."

"My robes are enchanted, human. Something that a true and a proper mage does to his or her clothes when they learn about the basic enchantment. And if you will excuse me, I will go. I need to return to my kin in Quel'Thalas. Since others will serve lady Jaina, I will be more in handy, helping the refugees."

With these words, Naruto disappeared in the blue flash of the portal.

"Yeah… Yeah… whate… COUGH, COUGH." Rhonin coughed into his hand and to his surprise and fear he had found that it was covered in blood.

Quel'Thalas. Rebuilding remains of the Silvermoon. Flying Necropolis.

Naruto appeared in his rooms, smiling widely. Simple poison created by his brethren. Simple, yet complex. It was activated by the teleportation magic and made it look like the cause of death was fault in teleportation, when something inside the organism was damaged by the teleportation.

Of course all mages knew the simple spell to save themselves from the consequences of such faulty teleportation, but Rhonin never cared about such 'insignificant' spells. Like most of battle mages he was into flashy elemental magic or something else that brutalized his enemies.

And the man was surprised by the fact that so few mages respected him or called him 'archmage'. What kind of a mage doesn't use any kind of defense during the teleportation?

Everyone knew this, starting with his wife and ending with his colleagues and King. It was in Rhonin nature after all, he was proud of it.

Those mages, who were forced to also protect him, during the teleportation always gritted their teeth and did their work, but the rumors about Rhonin being unable to do the most basic spell… became his downfall.

Smiling after this remarkable deed, Naruto went in direction, where the Well and the children were located. He must spend time with the future spiritual leaders of his empire.

Hillsbrad Foothills. Southshore. HQ of the Circle of the Captains.

Surrounded by her most loyal warriors, Finnall Goldensword looked at the map and tried to comprehend the depth of the shit they were in. Since the Circle needed some kind of… representation and protection, they decided that they needed a patron of the highest caliber, who can represent them on the political arena.

Unfortunately, most of the Circle managed to overrule Finnal, who supported by the few captains, was against the decision to ally themselves with the Trollbane family. No, she had absolutely nothing against the late king, Thoras, but his son, Galen, the current ruler was another story.

By the Light, there were rumors that it was he, who slayed his father.

In Finnall's mind they were trading one Garithos for another, but unfortunately, she had no say in the matter. Right now all that she could do was gather information and see that her squad and Circle of the Captains will come out on top.

According to the bargain that the Circle made with the Galen Trollbane, they must protect each other, be that Scourge or some other kind of threat. However Trollbane hid a very grave facts from the Circle…

Facts that Sanjiro helped them brought to the light. Facts that made their alliance just a good for nothing deal, where only one finds some kind of profit.

Their Swordmaster had found that that the Kingdom of the Stormgarde had greatly reduced in size and right now is suffering from the attacks of the Syndicate and the ogre tribes. If the Syndicate was something that can be understood, like their origins purpose and desire to deal with the legacy of the one of the Alliance founders, who brought down Alterac, ogres were a bit of a mystery, no matter how shocking it sounded.

First of all, in that region lived only the Boulderfist clan and they weren't actually great in numbers. But Sanjiro saw a great army and banners of the several clans. Especially those who were once left on the Draenor. Moreover, he saw banners of the Twilight Hammer and the rumor of the two-headed ogres, who led this assault spread through the territories of the kingdom.

Sanjiro remembered how powerful Cho'gall was and how terrifying ogres are in battle, if they somehow managed to create the portal to whatever was left of Draenor… He wasn't there, he didn't know how bad the things were, if the ogres were stuck between two choices… between one more war and slow death, he knew that they will choose battle.

And cornered animals, just like any living being will fight terrifying strength and without a fear of death.

At least because there is nothing to fear anymore.

After Finnall showed this information to the Circle, only then they understood in what kind of situation they were. Trollbane gained all kind of profit and they couldn't even null their bargain. Fearing that he could color them in bad light before other rulers and even unite with Garithos in the pursuit of the filthy 'non-humans'.

All in all, Circle had signed their own Slavery contract and Finnell saw no exit from it.

Arathi Higlands. Boulderfist Hall.

Aliden Perenolde was a bitter man. He hated his father, for ruining his chance to prove to other leaders of the Alliance that he was worthy man and king material, he hated orcs for starting a war and believed that they belonged in the slave camps, where they were kept before the famous rebellion led by the pet orc of Blackmoore.

But now, since the Alliance had absolutely no intentions of returning the Altrac to him, not if there was anything to return, he decided to change the way he handled things. He created the Syndicate, large organized criminal group. Leading them from the Strahnbrad, he covered in the net of his shadow deals the territories of several kingdoms.

Right now, with the Lordaeron in ruins, he understood that his time had finally came. He started to call more men under his banner and soon after that a fateful meeting happened.

Two powerful ogres came to him. Mogor the Ogre and Cho'gall. Those two even alone were the forces to be reckoned with. But now, when they worked together, something that never happened before, since Mogor was known to never leave the Draenor, they were truly something that couldn't be ignored.

The two struck a deal with him. He will provide them intel and weapons and in return they will deal with his enemies. Since ogre clans were slowly subjugated by both ogres and consumed by their clans, Aliden received an impressive reinforcement.

He didn't need to spent the resources on rebuilding the Alterac. Alterac will be here! On the Arathi Highlands!

Looking how his man slowly clad the ogres into the powerful sets of armor, Aliden smiled to his inner thoughts. And to think that all of this was possible because of the ogres. Truly you will not see the gold opportunity, until it will hit you right in the face.

Same time. HQ of the Legion's command.

Naruto slowly sapped the ale in the company of Tichondrius. The meeting, where Lord Archmonde listened to the reports of the main Nathrezim and gave some questions to those who were reported in some 'shady activities', was finally over.

Since there were some brothers, who managed to report to Lord Eredar the strange behavior of their brother and had their heads on their bodies after that, Tichondrius took upon himself, to instruct his rebellios brother, how he must answer lord Archimonde.

He didn't need the morale lowering because of the graphic death of one Nathrezim and lord Archimonde didn't tolerate those, who disagreed with his view upon the progress of campaign and the tools that he used to achieve the victory.

So Tichondrius compromised, moreover, unlike many of his brothers, Malkariss, after his disappearance at least started to worth something. He finally found what he had always lacked: ambitions. He saw it in the eyes of his younger brother.

He truly feared that he will become just another Varimathras, who was the pawn of Balnazzar since time immemorial. All muscle and no brain. A fate worth than death to their kin. That's why he was feeding Naruto a lot of instructions this evening.

"Remember Malkariss, you must stay in Quel'Thalas, since you alongside Varimathras, Dalvengir and Balnazzar are the voices of the Burning Legion on the captured territories. I must not see you on the territories of the Kalimdore, otherwise, the punishment will be severe…"

Naruto nodded to him, but in his thoughts he was already thinking about the reports that his shadows must have sent. After all, if he was denied the access to the Kalimdore, at least until Cenarius is dead, he wasn't forbidden from sending there his loyal banshees.

Azeroth. Andoral. Several days later.

Once the trade city of the northern lands was drown in fire and blood by the countless demons of the Burning Legion. Weapons of the Doomguards turned the stone houses into the dust, felhounds were seeking the those few people, who managed to survive the invasion of the Scourge.

And even if theire were few of them, screams of the dying or raped people still sometimes filled the night.

Not caring about the situation around him, Main Nathrezim passed this debauchery without even the slight shadow of care on his face. Sometimes the post of the right hand of the lord Archimonde, had a really big cons.

And one of the was right in front of him. Towering, like a monument to his own power and sheer brutality and bestiality, large and mighty body that stood on four three fingered legs with massive black claws, was covered by the grey and green scales, he armed with massive double-bladed glaive, maws filled with two raws of sharp fangs and pair of curved horns that grew on his head.

Instead of a hair a stream of fire went down from his scalp to his neck.

Such was the image of Mannoroth the Destroyer, the mightiest Pit Lord, and right now he had cut another building in half, right on the eyes of the Tichondrius.

With move of his wing, Tichondrius protected himself from the wave of the ash, that was gotten into the air by the action of the Pit Lord.

Mannoroth was uncontrollable, because of his bloodthirst and constant fights with Cenarius, in last visit to this world, their opposition received wide support among the local… creatures.

As a demon, Tichondrius also liked to fight, to kill, to maim. He like the sight of the mountains of the dead bodies and the rivers of blood. He enjoyed the fires that consumed the foes, who dared to raise their arms against the Legion.

But as a Nathrezim he despised the methods of a Pit Lord. He was more like a knight of cloak and dagger, as humans said, not some brute with large iron stick.

More to say, only his strength, that had served the Legion as unstoppable battering-ram in their campains all around the universe, saved him from unfortunate demise.

"Greetings, Mighty Mannoroth!" spoke Tichondrius, gaining the attention from the demon. Since the last defenders of this place had fallen long ago, the sight before himself caused Tichondrius to ask a question. "How is the invasion going?"

"Ha!" showing that all rumors about his intellect were true, not seeing any kind of irony, nor any other emotion that the Nathrezim had put in his words, Mannoroth proudly beat himself into his chest with his free fist. "Those pitiful humans have nothing that can stop us!"

"Then the Scourge does its work well. Unlike some others…"

Do not laugh upon me, dreadlord!" Pit Lord stabbed his weapon into the earth with enough force to cause a small earthquake. "I know what orcs had done, And I will find them and punish them. Personally!"

"That's why I'm here." Answered Tichondrious. Nor massive blade, nor the outburst of the Pit Lord made him flinch. "You will be really interested to know, that your dear orcs aren't here anymore."

"What?! Are you sure?"

"My spies had never failed me before." Answered him the Nathrezim. "Right now they are on the shores of Kalimdore."

"Kalimdore? HA! What they can do? They are mine by right!"

"AND YOU ARE MINE, MANNOROTH!" mighty voice of the Lord Eredar, made the Pit Lord cower from fear. "AND YOU BETTER NOT FORGET THIS."

"But their insolence must be punished…"

"THIS IS NOT YOUR DESCISION TO MAKE!" answered Lord Eredar. "Tichondrius, follow me."

"Thank you, my lord." Nodded his head dreadlord, as he followed the great eredar into the portal, that led them to the spell chambers of the temporal HQ of the Legion. "I feared that Mannoroth will not managed to understand what I was hinting on."

"You spent too much time creating your plans and using words as weapons, Tichondrius. With Mannoroth, you need to remind him, who is the top dog around."

"That is something that I cannot do, my Lord."

And it was the bitter truth, ebven if the political power of the Tichondrius far exceeded that of the Mannoroth, his personal power wasn't enough to force him to do his bidding. "But he is right in one thing… orcs must be punished."

"All good things come to those, who wait." Answered eredar. "They still haven't played their role in our grand plan."

Said the Lord Eredar as he slowly got close to the stand where the skull, with notably largy fangs was placed.