Fel Fire Ridge
Jurgul
Jurgul Stomped on The Dead Rusted Gnome Sentry Bot With his Black Dirt Covered Was Covered in Human Blood as He Watched The Remaining Humans Run Out of Their Camp. Jurgul Laughed as The Lighting of Netherstorm Struck Behind him."This Place once was My Home Land"He Said Stepping over a Purple Pile of Dirt.A Cockroach Ran Under His Boot and was Smashed as He Walked Towards Two Fel Orcs with Plate Armor and Long Bore The Tabard of The betrayer and They Still Bore The Mark of The Warsong. Jurgul Stopped Dead in His Tracks as a Giant Bolt of Fel Magic Slammed Into Him Knocking him Backwards."I`ve Returned"A Voice said as Two Tents Went Up into Flames."Illidan"Jurgul Said as Two Demon Hunters Threw him to The Ground. Jurgul Watched as The Other Two orcs Fell Dead with Their Bodies Chopped in Half."For The Bonechewers"A Voice Yelled as 25 Fel orcs Charged into The Fray. Jurgul Closed his Eyes as He Felt The fel Energy Consume his Mind.