*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.

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Chapter Fourteen: Death of Megtern.

As a brown-haired peasant, with several bruises on his face telling of his past, and a large birthmark on his nose stood on a roof by an entrance with stone stairs, all on a stone tower of sorts, which was behind the wooden wall from the period of war against Erryl's bandits, a noble-sounding voice called him from the tower itself, causing him to climb down from the half- ruined stone fortification.

"It is a lot safer here, my friend." "It is also a lot darker here" - replied the peasant in guttural, dwarf- like voice. "Nevertheless... What did you notice?" "Nothing yet."

It was hard to see any movements in the dark, with torches only lighting the wall by the stairs, and it was also quiet apart from the nervous breathing of the both. The silence was broken by the warden.

"Then what is that?!" - He pointed to the only other source of light - the roughly shaped window.

At first the peasant only noticed the noble's gloved hand, but then he also noticed a duststorm... then it seemed... white!

"What magic is this?!" - He asked the warden, not expecting an answer.

"Well, you better just go and look..."

And the peasant slowly went up again...

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The chaos of battle still continued, when suddenly, a huge warrior of dark- green skin yelled out almost clearly on Azerothin language - "Who is the leader of your pinkskins?!"

Cedric has suddenly fallen out of the rage, and was taken aback at first.

*He can talk?!*

'That would be me, Cedric Lightbringer." - Cedric hid his sudden weakness as he eyed the other one - "And who be ye?"

"I would be Megtern, Captain of Yiriks and the commander of this raiding party!"

Cedric has noticed that he seemed to ignore the battle, and soon, at a wave of his hand, if you could call it that, the green-skins around the both leaders have stepped away and continued to charge at the other humans.

"Why are you doing this?"

"The Yiriks need war! We cannot live without combat!"

"How do you speak then?" - Cedric yelled hard, so this "Megtern" will hear him through the clanging of metal and yells of rage.

"You ask too much, pinkskin Cedric! Let us fight, leader on leader!"

"If that is your wish!"

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The image became clearer and clearer, and then the same peasant on the tower yelled in horror - "More greenskins came! They ride on white wolves, and dress in their furs!"

"Oh no! We are surrounded! But wait... There is something different about them... There is no fire on their eyes..."

"What's that supposed to mean?" - asked the peasant as he almost =flew down the stairs in fear.

"They don't have any bloodlust. These are not the green-skins that have attacked us."

"So?!"

"Run to Cedric if he still lives, and tell him just that! I will try to find what is this all about!"

"What?!"

*It is suicidal!*

"Just do it! Cedric once explained it to me..."

Having nothing better to do, the militiaman just stood there, and ran to the battlefield as fast as he could...

The caped, gloved warden in the ordinary woolen warden uniform, with brown hair making him seem almost entirely dark-brown, apart from his face and his sword, has rushed out, his cape caught on the wind, towards the "gate", which was just a wooden door, and caught several glimpses of the peasants, who knew not what he was doing, and deemed him insane.

*Let's just hope that what we were taught is right, and that they wouldn't just attack us anyway... But what other hope do I have?! It may be disobeying my orders... but saving this village is more important!*

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Both now not noticing the rest of the battle, they eyed each other down... The Yirik in mithril armor eyed down the pinkskin in some pathetic brown clothing and with golden hair and a strange blade, that seemed to lose length until one pathetic edge...

The warden in woolen clothings that became the "uniform" of the wardens of Elwyn, and with a mighty sword eyed down the dark-green skinned monstrosity in strange black armor and with a strange, long and razor-sharp blade without a hilt.

And then they charged at each other and with one metal 'clang', their blades have met, and soon, the two warriors have exchanged their places, turned around, then the Yirik charged, with the blade in both of his hands, and his opponent swung his sword to parry the hit...

'Swing-swing' 'clang-shung'

And then the human tried to hit his enemy, but the hit did almost nothing to mithril armor that met it.

"Pathetic weakling!" - Megtern charged once again - "know you not that you can't break mithril with some pathetic iron blade!" - and as the two blades met again - "I am surprised your blade is still intact!"

Cedric quickly searched for a weakness, as the two blades held each other at stalemate.

*His neck! This is a battle to death, and you will not escape it, foul spawn of darkness!*

But before the warden could plan out any attacks, he was forced to parry a storm of blade hits that came in inhumane speed, and evaded the last one by jumping away.

Megtern has charged his enemy with a roar, which made the other sounds of battle seem like nothing.

Cedric retreated, and met this hit with blade once again, took one step back, and almost fell as someone bumped into him.

"Excuse... me... but more green-skins are coming on the white wolves... from the other side." - the peasant panted out, and stepped back as he noticed Megtern.

"What?!" - both Cedric and Megtern were shocked, but for different reasons...

*More of them! We cannot hold them all at bay! We are doomed!*

*The accursed Frostwolves! Only then can ride the Wolves of the North! Durotan be damned for all eternity!*

Cedric at first expected quick death because of his distraction, and closed his eyes, accepting the doom, but when he opened his eyes after a quick moment, he noticed that his enemy didn't charge him, but also was shocked, perhaps even more then the Lightbringer was. Not knowing why, Cedric did what any other warrior would have done in that case...

As Megtern regained control and mentally blamed himself for being distracted so easily, it was too late...

'Swing-clang-thwarth-crash'

And as the catapult fired again, Megtern was no longer alive...

His neck was opened, and disgusting black blood leaked out of it. The massive body collapsed as the Captain of Yiriks roared his last words on the Orcish tongue - "Fight on, warriors..." And as he coughed once more, Cedric finally became aware of the battle around him. And to his horror, he noticed that over the half of his army has fallen down, while the Yiriks were still shocked by the fall of their leader.

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"Fall back!" - Yelled the blonde warden - "fall back to our houses! There we will have more chance!"

And the militiamen blindly obeyed, followed by wardens, and after killing/stunning their current enemies they ran, much of them made it.

Cedric looked at a peasant with a large birthmark on his nose.

"Are you the one who told me of the orcs coming from the other side?" - the Lightbringer half-whispered.

"Yes sire, and I am sorry that I bumped into you back there..."

"If what you speak is true, then I can understand your rush. Now quickly, tell me all you know!"

"Yes, there were hundreds of them, they rode on white wolves and much of them wear strange white furs..."

*We are doomed... Unless...*

"Did you see their eyes?"

"What is it with the eye thing! Yes I id, and the warden near me did as well, and sent me here to tell you that their eyes are different from the ones of these greenskins!"

Some of the villagers begun to notice the discussion, and some ever begun to panic even more, as they took positions behind their houses.

"How were they different?"

"They weren't on fire, sir. They were more like... ours."

*There still may be hope!* - Cedric hid his relief.

And the peasant continued - "And then that warden, Arrius, he ran through our gate to meet them or something!"

"And did a good thing, too." - Replied Cedric - "this may be our only hope."

"Why?!"

"Quick, join the other defenders!"

*Light, please make them friend, not foe!*

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As several Orcs walked into the town, which was suddenly so quiet, suddenly a large net fell on them, and a guttural laughter was heard from the roof, as militiamen jumped out and started hacking at the captured Orcs...

A Yirik charged into the house after breaking the door down, but was then captured by Cedric and some other warden, and the three militiamen stabbed him with their daggers, and to his agonized roar, more Orcs came only to be fought back by the wardens and the militiamen that rushed from behind the house...

But eventually, this defense begun to fail, as the Orcs now advance more cautiously, and the catapults would first scare or kill everyone in the house.

But then, a guttural yell came from the wooden wall!

"Lok tar! To battle!"

And then the riders on the white wolves charged, with a brown-haired warden trying to keep up with them.

Cedric had smiled for the first time this day, as he saw this charge from a corner where he hid after the nearby house collapsed at the concentrated catapult fire - he knew not how did the other greenskins agreed to help the villagers, but they came, and they fought those who did not run at the first sight of this glorious charge, and the battle was won. And as he stepped out, he was greeted by Arrius - "Well, well, you are still alive!"

And the two comrades in arms charged to help the new and unexpected ally. Cedric had a lot of questions, but as he charged against the wind and the retreating enemy, he decided there will be other time for this tale...

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