10 years have passed since that faithful day, where Illidan and Arthas clashed in a battle of steel. No one knows what really happened, but what is certain is that neither of them were ever seen again. If their were any remains, all traces of them were covered, for no clues of how the battle went was found...all we know, is that since that day, life has changed for everyone. The undead have ravaged more and more plains and the resistance in Kalimdor is falling apart. Welcome to Warcraft: Land of the Living Dead.

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Disclaimer: Warcraft does not belong to me in any way or sort. Some characters used in this story do belong to me rightfully, but also have strings to Blizzard's Warcraft. The plotline is a continuation in my point of me and is both Copyrighted to Blizzard Entertainment, as it is to me. Thank you.
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