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

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Chapter Seventeen: Spire of Blood.

'Splash'

As several pairs of feet marched through the darkness, one of them stepped into some kind of a puddle, causing the water there to fly up a bit, and then land again. The two torches barely provided any light in the tunnel, and the travelers mostly had to find their way by using their arms.

The torch barely revealed even the hand in which it rested, only it's green skin.

The leader most likely marched in front, as he was brave and heroic, and was also the champion of his clan.

As they advanced farther and farther, struggling to make out anything, their eyes begun to get used to the darkness. And that was why it hurt their eyes almost to tears, when a small light became visible.

"We must press on, my warriors! The light is near!" - exclaimed the guttural leader.

And with that encouragement, the Orcs ran forward, only to see that it is a window of sorts.

"Why can't we just rest?" - Asked one of them, but their leader ignored the complaints, as he looked through the window. He could clearly make out the mountains surrounding him, and the grasslands, and the woods, but he just could not guess why would there be a window in a mountain.

And then it became obvious, as the Frostwolf furs were visible again due to the beam of light that entered the tunnel...

*Someone must have lived here! Possibly these rats we saw or maybe some other strange mountain creatures...*

But then, the thunderous sound came from the tunnel! At first they were deafened, but then they were clearer and clearer, and it already begun to hurt the ears of the Orcs, as they held to their heads.

"Whatever it is, we will fight!" - Yelled their leader - "Weapons ready!"

And the blades catched the sunlight, as they were raised by the warriors, while more and more of them approached from behind...

And then the first "creature" approached, barely fitting into the tunnel. It was made of brown, dirty stone, and its eyes were full of magma-like fire. Desperately, the Frostwolf Orcs charged, yelling ferocious war cries. Not even the katana blades could break through the stone, but themselves were broken and damaged, after their wielders were thrown off by two rock- like limbs.

The marching stopped. Mer'shorn looked around.

*If we kill one of them, then the others will just march in! But we will not flee! We will fight and die in honour!*

"To battle!" - He yelled, and charged the monster. The first hit failed to do anything, and the stone monstrosity would have simply tossed him away, had he not jumped before that. Instead, the creature smashed some other Orc.

But an idea came to Mer'shorn. These things were clumsy, yet powerful. So if he could jump in between them...

As the battle begun, and Orcs barely evaded the hits from the monsters, Mer'shorn stepped back, and prepared...

And then he jumped, barely making it behind the monster, and as expected, there was another one waiting for him. As he prepared to deliver a hit to the Orc, Mer'shorn simply evaded him, and the hit landed into the first monster. As the other Orcs moved back, not knowing what to await, Mer'shorn jumped out from there, victorious. The first monster fell to the ground, collapsing and filling the area in some debris. But the battle only began...

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"Very clever moves..." - commented the dark silhouette, as he stood before a small box, and looked into it - "What is his name?"

Two silhouettes stood, on the peaceful grasslands. The robbed one had a black box in his arms, which he seemed to display before the

"Mer'shorn" - Replied his robbed companion in a hiss - "the champion of the Frostwolves."

"We could use him..."

"He is a loyal follower of Durotan!"

"Magic is stronger then loyalty!" - Retorted the caped silhouette, but then continued, quietly - "and magic we shall use..."

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More and more Orcs fell. The creatures however seemed to lack any intelligence, as they fell for the same trick two more times.

As an Orc charged forwards, his body was pathetic compared to his opponent, who took him up, and threw down into his companion killing both, and just ensure that, the creature finished the work by stomping on the two bodies.

*Why did we not bring any warhammers?* - Mer'shorn questioned himself - "we may have had a chance!"

And yet another charged, jumped up, and was hit down by the creature. But before he fell, he threw his katana into the creature's "face". And then the most surprising thing happened. The magma poured out from the stricken eye, and the creature shattered to become mere rocks again.

*So that is their weakness! We now have a chance!*

"Charge, and hit the beasts in their eyes!" - the Orc-champion yelled on top of his lungs - "Charge!"

And he was met by cheers and war cries. He himself jumped up, avoiding the sharp rocks that remained in places of the fallen creatures, and hit the next one, but missed, but then he jumped up, barely avoiding the stone fist that instead landed into the tunnel "wall", and this time, his hit was true. He barely jumped way after sticking out his prized katana. He expected it to melt; but instead, it glowed with flame as if on fire.

And the Orcs charged over the debris, determined to avenge their dead comrades...

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[Fall back, creatures of stone, back to your master fall back!] - Yelled the cloaked figure that overviewed the battle, in Northshire-Tongue (which was used for spells in Azeroth, as it descended from Quel'dorin tounge), and quietly added - "both of us live to fight another day, Orc..."

The golems obeyed his command, turned away as one, and marched back. Their enemies also stopped, knowing that pursuit may not give them any good (and stopped by the yell of their leader). The person bearing the black cloak searched for the stone button, and the tunnel was opened again, with much noise.

*Damn the Orcs! Medivh better know what he is doing!*

If one was to look closer at his face, he would notice a pointy brown beard, and the darker shoulder-length hair, and his eyes were dark green. This man was well known in Elwyn...

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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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