"Have the Clans been assembled, Nazgrel?" asked Thrall.

"Nearly WarChief, we are still awaiting news from the Stonemaul Ogres." reported Nazgrel.

"Reglar!" shouted Thrall. "You are to lead our Wolf Riders into the Wilds, and speak with the Stonemaul Chieftain, the Mok'nathal; Rexxar. See if you can convince him to bring his Ogres to our aid."

"Mok'nathal! Ogres! I must protest, WarChief. This is surely a quest that should only be undertaken by the Orcs?" objected Reglar

"You would be most wise indeed…if only you would accept the, utterly necessary and helpful, allies that we have at our disposal." Thrall shot at Reglar.

"I merely think that this is not the time for…"

"Time?! Time is a virtue that we do not have. Time is the one resource that, in our entire history, we cannot harvest. There is no time. You will go into the wilds. You will find Rexxar and you will return with the Ogres." snapped the raging Thrall. "What are you waiting for? Go, now!"

"Yes WarChief." sighed Reglar

            Margol, Reglar's lieutenant was just ordering the Wolf Riders to get a good night's rest, when Reglar came and said

"Call them back we leave for the Wilds right now."

"I cannot ask them to go out riding all through the night." protested Margol

"The do not ask them, order them." replied Reglar. "Either way, we leave now."

            "How will we know where to find the Half-Breed, Reglar?" inquired Margol

A small campfire appeared through the forests. There was a dead Ogre-Mage lying in it.

"I believe this is how." said Reglar. He dismounted and walked to the corpse.

"Only a being of tremendous power could have defeated an Ogre-Mage one-on-one."

"How do you know there was only one?" asked Margol.

"There's only one set of tracks, strange tracks at that. They look like something slithered instead of walked."

"Slithered, what kind of creature could that be?"

"I have no idea. Come on! We must get to the camp."

            "Chieftain, Fish-creatures are attacking us everywhere. We attack, we stay?" asked an Ogre.

"We attack! For the Wilds!" yelled the strangely attired Warrior.

"Magi! Attack!" bellowed the Ogre.

Blue Ogres burst out of the trees and the markings on their skin shone as bright as the Sun. Blue light shot out from their stumpy fingertips and the enemy's front lines curled up into a crisp.

"Sirens, attack!" came the throaty order from behind the trees.

Creatures that had arms and faces, but had tails where they should have had legs, threw green bolts towards the Magi. The Magi shook violently and an ethereal, misty version of them floated toward the Nether trying to claw there way back to their bodies.

            "By the Wilds! What have they done?" asked the Ogre skinned soldier to no-one in particular. He watched the thick-jawed Fish-men slither towards him at a frightening speed. He gripped his two axes tightly and cleaved the first skull, threw his second at another also piercing its brain, he retrieved and smashed them together he muttered some ancient, forgotten language, and, as if from nowhere, a whole herd of Thunder Lizards crashed through the undergrowth and exploded on some of his scaly adversaries.

            Reglar heard rumbling and the sounds of a battle not so far-off. He raised his face to the air and sniffed. His eyes went wide.

"What is it Commander?" inquired Margol

"I smell Ogres. That way!" he shouted and began to run at the same speed as his Raiders.

"We must find the Mok'nathal."

            Rexxar was beginning to sweat he was surrounded by dead Ogres and Fish-creatures. He had no tricks left. He was beginning to give up hope, yet still he continued to fight. He felt the pain in his back; he reached behind and pulled the arrow out. He fell to his knees and the world began to fade. He saw the Trident above his head, his vision cleared when he heard the cry.

"For the Horde!" Reglar yelled like a madman and cut the being in two. The Raiders piled in and beat the Fish-creatures in to a full rout. After the battle Reglar walked to Rexxar and began to talk to him.

"We are searching for a great warrior who shares both Ogre and Orc blood. Have you seen him, his name is Rexxar."

"I have never heard of such a being." said Rexxar hiding his true identity.

"It is greatly important. The WarChief Thrall needs all allies he can gather…" began Reglar.

"WarChief Thrall? What is the trouble?" asked the Mok'nathal.

"The entire world is under threat from an old power long thought dead." said Reglar

"I am Rexxar, the Mok'nathal. Champion of the Horde." Said Rexxar standing up.

"Show me the Banner." said Reglar deeply.

"It is in my hut."

* * *

"The Tomb is open my Lord." said Lady Vashj

"Excellent. Send in all your Naga, then…" started Gul'dan

"All my Naga!? Even they cannot hold the Demons that are within." warned Gul'dan.

"I know the power of the Demons Sea-Witch, you will lose not one of your Precious Amphibians." bitterness and hatred was loaded into every syllable of Gul'dan's sentence.

Vashj shouted something in Elvish and the Naga entered the Tomb of Sargeras.