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

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GalthroxKun: If you are reading this right now, your wish about updates came true!

randh13th: Curious? Good... You see, I also don't really know where the plot goes, I kind of make it up along the way - for once I never planned a battle at Elwyn until I decided to put in place that introductionary chapter... By the way, I just read the Chronicle of Chaos, please continue it! I really like it!

And as for the Orc trying to speak Azerothin in this chapter, well I somehow edited the mistakes I encountered when the local Israelis tried to speak Russian to me.

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Chapter Twenty: Medivh's Assembly.

As the sun rised above Karazhan, the tower still looked as threatening as in the night. And before it an army... or rather a crowd, as the men were greatly disorganized, stood. They waited for one person - for Aedelas Blackmoore.

Some of the men were the Bandits of the Knife, in leather armor and with knives, daggers and axes. Some were the Woodsmen, in the green clothings and with longbows - the sharpshooters in the Elwyn Forest. Others were the Defias, in lighter leather armor and with knives and throwing spears, and with dark-pink bandanas and finally, the rarest of all - the black-cloaked Rogue Elves, exiles from a nation of exiles. The last ones stood out from the crowd, both in the appearance and in the one they waited to take command of them. These were the followers... of Medivh himself! Each had a staff of obsidian with a red gem on its top, an elven bow with words in Queldorin, and a mighty elven sword strengthened with magic yet light to bear.

Today, they were the scum, the outlaws on the run - their enemies were everywhere, and allies few. Yet Medivh and Blackmoore promised to lead them to rule all the Eastern Kingdoms, to avenge everything the nobles did to them in their lives, and to finally take the place they deserve in the society - to become the elite, the upper class, to replace the nobles!

And it was for that one purpose that the ancient enemies united to destroy the Old Order and bring about the New Order, led by Aedelas and Medivh! And thousands of them stood forth, and united with the Orcs, they will topple the kingdoms of the East... forever.

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As the two tall and cloaked men stood out, cheers came from the unlikely army.

"I see that the Bandits of the Knife, the Woodsmen, the Brotherhood of the Defias and the Cult of Medivh are all here!" - yelled out one of them, the taller one. The Elves could sense the great magicks in him, and knew him to be their true leader.

"Yet these are only the first of our great army - the army of all the outlaws in the Eastern Kingdoms!" - spoke his companion.

"With them, the storm shall begin! For all their corrupt and vile usurpations and the abuse of their power, for all their sins, the punishment has came to the Nobles and their followers - an unstoppable force - the Orcs!"

And more cheers came.

"They are going to wipe out the Old Order and clean the path for our new Order to rise! Yet they may need help. Already much of them march towards Elwyn; a small group led by one Blackhand the Destroyed has been dispatched to conquer Blackrock Spire; more and more are coming from the Twisted Nether itself - the divine punishment is here, and we are to help carry out the final verdict - the destruction of the House of Nobles, and of all the kings, lords and knights! And after the storm is over, the Orcs will die out themselves, yet they are unaware of that. And the only ones who will be standing still on the battlefield..."

The bandits already guessed the answer...

"...are the ones who rise up! The ones who take up arms to reclaim this land for US! And you, gentlemen, are amongst them! Now, we shall march! To Westfall and to Elwyn! And to justice! For the New Order!"

The army erupted in cheers, even the usually silent Elves, and Medivh could almost laugh at how easy he manipulated the people of Azeroth to their doom.

*Ignorant fools, all of them. Gul'dan, Aedelas, Kil'jaden.They all think themselves to be the ultimate manipulators... Yet they all will be manipulated into bowing down to Sargeras; Gul'dan out of lust for personal power, Aedelas for revenge, and Kil'jaden with Archimonde both want to look better in the eyes of their lord... The Burning Legion hides it, but they all fear me. Is that not a clue to my power?*

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As the sun shined over the remains of Elwyn, Cedric looked rather pathetic - he just couldn't sleep, he was sure that something was terribly wrong.

Suddenly, he was approached by a strong-build heavily armored Orc. He somehow tried to speak in Azerothin, but it was easily noticeable that he just mastered the words he spoke.

"Sir Ced'eric, you are callhead to meat Sir Greh'tor."

The warden wasn't surprised to the way it was spoken, but rather that while yesterday no one amongst them spoke on Common Azerothin, this one somehow learned it overnight.

"How did you learn to speak our language?" - He asked.

"We asket the Yirik prisunir to tellus how to talk Azerozin."

"Oh." - Cedric somehow translated it in his mind, still not realizing who these "Yiriks" were and how did THEY learn to speak Azerothin in the first place - "But I somehow doubt that Greh'tor mastered it well enough for now."

"Off course!" - The Orc grinned - "Sir Arrius will be transleathing it."

"Very well" - Cedric hidden the chuckle - "I will be there in a few minutes..."

"Off course! I will inn formed them immediately!" - And the warrior happily walked off despite (to Cedric's dismay) noticing the barely hidden laughter.

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