*Thoughts* "Speech" [Spells] 'Sounds'

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Howl of the Frostwolves:

Chapter Eight: The Meeting of the Two.

As he approached his "guest", Gul'dan seemed rather amused.

*So, this is the "last hope of shamanism"? I cannot wait until I am able to show him the true Warlock powers*

Gul'dan wore a black cloak, and a suit of Mithril armor. In his hand, a black staff of obsidian was held firmly by the warlock. His eyes were fiery- red - a part of his little "deal" with the demons.

The other figure has approached him silently. The wrinkled old Shaman was. impressive for his age in the opinion of the warlock. He bore the usual clothing of a shaman, and in difference from his dark adversary did not require any enchanted objects to use the magicks of nature.

"Greetings, Chieftain Gul'dan" - Durotan masterfully hid his emotions, as he approached his archenemy walking by the obsidian-black wall.

"Greeting, Chieftain Durotan" - Gul'dan put a forced smile on his face - "how fares your noble clan? Did you encounter any danger on the trip?"

*Have I overestimated the spearmen of the Laughing Skull* - Gul'dan asked the actual question in his mind.

"Not at all, Chieftain Gul'dan, not at all." - slowly replied Durotan, deciding not to tell the warlock of the assault in the mushroom field - "but shall we get on to the matter".

"Why of course, Chieftain Durotan" *Soon you will die anyway* - replied the wrinkled elderly warlock in his deep voice, which would frighten the ignorant - but not the shaman, causing Gul'dan to actually admire his adversary - '"is your clan ready for the journey to the new world?"

"My people will need a small rest after our journey" - the shaman responded, a bit quicker then usual, as he realized that Gul'dan tried to enter his mind.

He pretended he did not notice, but decided to finish this discussion soon.

"Fair enough. Will the proud warriors of Frostwolf go to Azeroth after half a day?" - Gul'dan wrinkled more and more as he tried to enter Durotan's mind, which was surprisingly strong.

"Azeroth?" - Durotan as a bit confused, but he already begun to understand it.

"That is how I and a few other. err. warlocks decided to name the new world" - Gul'dan knew that it was an outrageous lie, and that he just heard that name from Medivh the Rift Gifter (as he was known amongst the Shadow Council).

"Very well" - the elderly shaman replied, beginning to show his annoyance - "yes, half a day shall be enough. Right now I have to go and talk to my clan".

"I understand" - Gul'dan gave up at his attempts to find out his enemy's plan. - "it was a pleasure talking with you."

*Damn you*

"Likewise" - Durotan felt Gul'dan withdrawing from his mind and smirked.

Gul'dan's red eyes saw Durotan slowly walk away,

*You may have won this battle, shaman, but you cannot escape my entrapment. But right now, I need to take care of some other matters*

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