*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... And I own Habarouth! It's mine! All mine, I tell you! Muwhahahahahahaah! Well, it's not really that much, but I do own something at least... Oh, and I also own the plot, mostly!

GalthroxKun: Thanks again!

randh13th: Well, Medivh still contacted Gul'dan and helped him set up the portal, but in this story they actually have a limited agreement, but you will soon find out some rather interesting details on this matter.

Oh, and I found out about the Stormreavers. Gul'dan formed that small spellcaster clan during the Second War to protect himself from Ogrim Doomhammer. So Gul'dan couldn't possibly come from there.

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Chapter Nineteen: The Call to War.

The green grass was barely visible, yet if looked at from above, the scene would have seemed to be a sea of green, only a sea littered with occasional metal.

There stood the heavily armored Orcs and gargantuan Ogres of the Twilight Hammer; there stood the tall and muscular, yet few Blademasters of the Burning Blade; there stood the zealous Orcs of the Bleeding Hollow.

No members of the Shadow Council were to be seen, apart from one - Gul'dan.

The warriors of either clan stood in something that would resemble an actual formation. In front of the Bleeding Hollow and Twilight Hammer Clans, their leaders stood: the one-eyed old veteran Kilrogg, and gargantuan Cho'gall the Ogre Mage.

As Gul'dan in his blood-red robes approached this army, he noticed that no leader came out for the Burning Blade warriors.

"Where is the leader of your clan?" - Gul'dan addressed a Burning Blade warrior.

"We have no leader, and we need no leader!" - replied the defiant warrior.

*Indeed they are, as unpredictable and uncontrollable as the wind, if not even surpassing that height!* - thought the warlock - *and that is one of their greatest strengths.* - he realized.

When Gul'dan walked back a bit, he stood against the color of the Horde, to smash the pathetic spot of resistance that was saved by the Frostwolves. To destroy Elwyn once and for all.

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"Warriors of the Burning Blade! Elite Warriors of the Bleeding Hollow! Elite Warriors of the Twilight Hammer!" - yelled out Gul'dan, to the cheers of his crowd.

"Today, we ride and walk to Elwyn, and tonight, we will kill the pinkskins and the Frostwolves! We will bathe in their blood and burn their pathetic village until it is no more! Tonight, we will give in to the black rage, and rightfully so will bring the sacrifice of the enemy lives to the eternal burning black rage inside us all!" - what started like a speech, now seemed a roar, and the bloodlust filled the Orcs, who did not even want to think about what is happening - they only wanted to kill. To destroy. To cover the green lands of Elwyn in blood forever.

Little did Gul'dan and his crowd knew, that with a chuckle, a mighty wizard watched over him from his tower, seemingly as old as the world itself. His companion would also chuckle at this - the end of their enemies was closer and closer, as the last pieces sand in the sand watch of Stormwind Keep, a gift from Medivh to king Llane III, were to fall due this week, along with the mortal kingdoms, making way for the new order...

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As the people of Elwyn tried to sleep after what seemed to be the worst day in town's history, Cedric just couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

*Why did I survive* - he pondered - *So many have died, yet I didn't. I wonder if these "orcs" as they call themselves knows something about...*

He looked towards the primitive camp just outside the village - the white- wolf riders didn't want to sleep in the lodgings of the deceased, pointing out that amongst them, it is against the code of honour.

*It is rather interesting. I think that Arrius and I should try to find out some more about them, and why were they so angry at the dark-green ones and that Gul'dan character... Apart from the obvious*

*Let's just hope the king will help us...*

Yet no matter how he tried to distract himself from that thought, the warden had a strange feeling that great changes were coming to this world, and he just couldn't persuade himself that after this menace is fought off, the life is still never going back to normal. for the entire world.

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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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