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

Disclaimer: I still don't own anything apart from some of descriptions, memories, lines, and Greh'tor with Mer'shorn and Kigami. The same goes for Yiriks, Megtern and Heth'nor Snakejaw. The rest is owned by Blizzard. Including Nazgrel and Drek'thar. And Elwyn, both the Town and the Forest. And shamed be ye that know not of Aedelas Blackmoore, even through he is of no real importance in the story... For now! I do own Erryl and the bandit twist for Blackmoore though.

GalthroxKun: Really? Well, I am ever so thankful! Never thought that I will actually write something that will go to someone's favorite stories folder. Thank you again, and here comes the next chapter!

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Now to recap, in case you have forgotten some parts from the story and don't want to go over it again (and that is understandable):

While walking in the snow and pondering the future of his people (caught between Ner'zhul and Gul'dan, two mighty Orcish leaders and warlocks (shamans gone bad)), Durotan the Chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan (the last uncorrupted Orcish clan apart from anarchistic Bonechewer Clan) has received a message from Gul'dan, that he had opened a portal in Hellfire Citadel (Gul'dan's capital) to another world, and has chosen several clans to populate (and conquer) the new world in the name of the Horde (which was formed not much years ago). Durotan, while almost correctly guessing how Gul'dan created the portal (Durotan thought it was made by the Burning Legion, but it was actually made by Medivh), was taken by surprise when told that his clan was to travel there as well. Though he could feel a trap, he had decided to go there with his clan anyway, suspecting that the new world may be the Habarouth, the promised land of the Frostwolves. Later, he, together with his foster son, Greh'tor, and his wife, Draka, has addressed his people on this matter, and the journey to Hellfire Citadel has begun. In case of a trap, Durotan has separated the She-Orcs, Orclings and the Elders from the warriors, so the warriors will make sure that all the possible traps and ambushes that may be ahead of them will be neutralized.

Meanwhile, Megtern, a Yirik, (elite warriors of Gul'dan bred for combat and command of the ordinary orcs alone) has reported that the first scouts were send through. Gul'dan meanwhile finishes plotting out his master plan against Ner'zhul, his former mentor. He also manipulated the spear-throwers of the Laughing Skull to attack the Frostwolf Clan in their Mushroom Field (of huge mushrooms that are abundant on Draenor) And as the Frostwolf warriors have crossed a river of the Shattered Hand, Gul'dan and the rest of the Shadow Council (the master manipulators that secretly pulled the strings behind the other clans) have summoned a powerful demon in a secretive ritual, for some reason that remains hidden... In the field of Mushrooms, Greh'tor (after noticing a She-Orc named Laturna amongst the warriors) barely evaded death at the hands of the Laughing Skull ambushers, as the sky was filled with spears. Durotan however used a powerful summoning spells to scare them away, and it worked. Soon, the Frostwolves left the field of Mushrooms with rather small causalities, and met with the other part of the clan. At the same time, Gul'dan was told that the first scouts have returned, but they were overtaken by strange madness. Nevertheless, Gul'dan was convinced (and rightfully so) that the rest of the Horde will go through without any problems. He then holds council with several most trusted of his minions, including Megtern the Yirik, Heth'nor Snakejaw the Necrolyte, Cho'gall the Ogre Mage (Chieftain of the Twilight Hammer Clan), and several others. There, he told them of the ones destined to go to the new world, including the Yiriks, himself, the Shadow Council (without revealing it, actually), the Twilight Hammer Clan, the Frostwolf Clan, the Burning Blade and Bleeding Hollow clans, some spellcasters from Thunderlord Clan, and a warrior named Blackhand the Destroyer. Megtern and his warriors were ordered to go as the secondary scout party, this one to seek out the local creatures and races.

The Frostwolves have at last reached the Hellfire Citadel by that time, and were amazed by its walls, complete with gravures and obsidian statues, while Durotan was outraged at the Yiriks, a cruel necromantic experiment. Once in there, Durotan and Gul'dan had a small discussion, during which Gul'dan at first underestimated Durotan, and then actually admired his adversary, especially after failing to enter the Shaman's mind, where a small fight of magic was made, when Durotan prevented Gul'dan from finding out his plans, and forcing him to withdraw from Durotan's mind.

Gul'dan and Heth'nor have decided to see Azeroth for themselves, and left early in the morning, right before the clans, that were by now assembled, begun to enter the new world. After seeing the green grass and blue skies of this new world, Durotan's belief in the fact that Habarouth was indeed in Azeroth was strengthened greatly.

The clans have settled down around the Dark Portal, and the Frostwolves held a council, on which it was decided that two scouting expeditions were to be sent around the land to find any possible allies in order to prevent Gul'dan from ruining this land as well - one to the east, and one to the north. Eastern one was led by Greh'tor, and the northern one was led by Mer'shorn the champion of the Frostwolves, and was joined by Kigami, and old warrior who wanted an honorable death in a battle or at least one last fight for the Frostwolf cause.

Meanwhile the bloodlusted Orcs, and a few Yiriks have cut their way through the woods to a peaceful village of Elwyn, and attacked it, barricading the Town Hall by several clever shots from their catapults, and then charging at the citizens that were now armed more or less, an the wardens, led by Cedric Lightbringer, Uther's brother.

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Chapter Thirteen: The First Clash.

The green grass was quickly smashed by the millions of green feet running across the field to a small settlement, made from a strange material, which resembled the core of the so-called "trees". Against the Orcs, stood villagers in ring-armor and daggers, axes, and other random weapons, and a few un-armored villagers with swords, who seemed to be overconfident, despite the hundred orcs charging forth. One of them, with bizarre golden hair, seemed to be the commander of these pink-skin weaklings.

"Bah!" - Yelled out a huge Yirik in something that seemed a long roar to the humans - "they are just pathetic waste of life! Kill them for their blood!"

And a roar was returned by the other Yiriks and Orcs, as the two armies, one a savage band of marauders, and other a heroic, but doomed militia...

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Cedric has struggled hard to keep himself under control, as a green-skin approached him.

*I will not... Let... The rage... Take control of me!*

The last words were yelled out loud, and taken by the orcs as a warcry, as the blonde warrior advanced his sword arm slowly towards the oncoming half- naked Orc. and in a moment, the Orc let out a groan of agony, impaled on the sword. Cedric pulled out his sword, his bloodied sword, in great disgust, and then parried the hit of an axe from the other Orc, as the battle begun around him.

A warrior of militia charged an incoming greenskin with a dagger, just in time to hear one of his comrades in arms yell in pain, as a dark-green warrior swinged his long-blade (katana). The militiaman closed his eyes in sorrow, yet managed to wound one of the orcs, only to meet the same fate as his companion.

A small black-haired child of eight or so threw a stone at a Yirik, and would have thrown some more, but his mother pulled him back to the relative safety of their wooden barn, but it was also not safe for long, as a boulder launched from a catapult crushed through it's fragile roof, and a terrified scream was heard, followed by weeping: "Mommy! Mommy! Are you alright?!"

*The foul beasts! They make no difference between men and women, elders and children! They will die for this!*

And the warden cut at his enemy, and then impaled the one who followed him.

Cedric looked around him, as yet more yells filled the battlefield, and the cold clanging of weapons also followed. Lightbringer's eyes were full of pure rage as he charged at the nearby greenskin, slicing and swinging, as he lost the control of himself, to the rage... Just like his enemies did several years ago.

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A warden charged, cutting an Orc's arm off, only to be impaled on a katana of a Yirik, whose eyes were filled with fire.

Two militiamen with axes managed to kill an Orc, only to be smashed to bits by oncoming warriors.

Orcs were dropping dead on the battlefield, yet even more Humans fell.

And a Yirik fell to a bunch of militiamen and a warden, and let out its last roar, falling on the ground, only to be trampled at by more orcs.

And more and more Humans lost control of themselves, not even thinking about the fact, that they and their enemies were now not at much difference -only the physical appearance was different, as both sides now were berserk, without any control over themselves... Not noticing a shadow which looked down upon them from a hill... Not noticing the evil grin on the face of a conjurer's son, who oversaw their pathetic war which just begun a few moments ago...

*Which will only bring me my kingdom...*

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As Doomfang jumped over a large rock unto the top of a green hill, he was followed by tens of other white wolves that however stopped behind the first one, showing good discipline. His tall rider, with a katana blade and in white-wolf furs that covered his breastplate and black hair smiled at the sight which was opened to him, morning's pink sky, and the fertile yet beautiful mountains, and the green grassland...

*Durotan has to be right! This may just be Habarouth! Such a beautiful sight...*

But then his thoughts were broken, as he noticed. fire! And then he noticed something that seemed to be a... settlement of sorts.

Near him, a beautiful She-Orc in full armor and with a katana has stopped her wolf as well. Greh'tor lost no time to recognize her.

"Laturna, is it?" - He spoke, and she nodded - "does this look like a settlement to you?"

"Yes, it does, and just of hand, I would say that a struggle is taking place there" - she replied in a melodious voice.

"Very well, in that case it is not just me." - Greh'tor eyed the other small brown dots, and noticed some strange tiny figures - "we should hurry up!" - He addressed the orcs behind him, in full armor, covered by shamanistic furs - "forward!" - and then to his wolf, Doomfang - "Hiyah!"

The other riders followed his example, and Doomfang rushed forward, with the others close behind. But no matter how he tried to concentrate on the settlement and the fire he noticed, he just couldn't shake his thoughts of Laturna.

*Who is she, to ride like our warriors, and fight just like them, just as one of them? Who is she to be a female warrior, like the amazons of ancient legends?*

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And a warning to Warcraft purists: the storyline is about to change greatly, and to go on a different path from the real Warcraft storyline.

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