Thanks to Ezekel for reviewing, and you do have a point...I'll get to changing that. For everybody else...Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry!!!! I had major writer's block...so I spent what? A few weeks now (err...maybe a month...I'm SO sorry!), stuck in your position: wondering what's gonna happen next. My apologies, really! Anyways, I plan to write an alternate location as to where the portal takes them, but for now, Northrend is fine. Mwuahahahah!! I'm not sure how I am with writing humour stories but that's how I'm planning to write it! The whole reviewing rule probably doesn't need to be explained anymore and all. Warcraft III belongs to Blizzard. Nothing else to say here, go read!
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A lone tower stood out of the ground. On top of the tower, a figure clad in armour was sitting on a throne of ice. A lich hovered up the icy steps towards the figure.
He bowed down his head and warned Ner'zhul. "Master, an enemy force has just arrived here in Ice Crown Glacier. You must be careful, for they are massive in number."
"Kel'thuzad, tell Anub'arak to prepare his army for an in coming attack. I will handle the rest." Ner'zhul let out a cold chuckle as he ran his gloved fingers down the edge of his runeblade, Frostmourne. "Coming to attack me, are they? The fools, all of them! A surprise attack like that is nothing...I had already forseen it. And needless to say, I will not be defeated! I have already grown too powerful for them to fight me."
A voice from inside of him spoke up confidantly. "Nobody is powerful, you demon. One can only have their advantages. But one will always have a weakness, whether they have an advantage or not. Those warriors will see past your advantages, straight into your weakness and kill you...And once you are dead, I will be set free..."
"Shut up, you inferior mortal!" he snapped angrily. "You are nothing! I will not be defeated! I sacrificed so much of my energy just to find a suitable body as the King! I shall not put it to waste!"
"'Nothing', am I? We shall see to it then..." The voice then faded away.
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Illidan stepped out of the portal along with Jaina. He was quite satisfied that the groups were already in their assigned formations. Perfect. Just one more army to wait for...
Jaina ran around to check on the armies. Leaders of each group were giving their warriors a few quick words. She decided to go do the same for her fighters. "We have survived the fall of Lordaeron! We lived on, uncorrupted, as this land became foul, we managed to escape. However, many others died as war heroes to stop this infestation! This is for them! For Sir Uther and the paladins! For Antonidas and Dalaran! For all of Lordaeron!"
Maiev raised her war ring into the air and shouted, "We are night elves! We are a proud race to be! We shall fight side by side with our brothers and sisters, aiding them at every moment. Elune will grant us our strength! "
Rokhan let out a shrill warcry as the other trolls joined him in unison.
Thrall held his hammer up and grunted a speech in orcish.
"Fight with strength and with courage for your lives will need it! Even if you fall on this battlefield, you will die an honourable death for what you have done!" Lady Vashj hissed to her Naga.
"Serving Lord Illidan is what we are to do! He called upon us to help him in this task, and help him we shall!" yelled Kael'thas.
Sylvos growled as three green spheres appeared over his head. He added on to the prince's words. "If you are here, yet not to assist Lord Illidan, then surely you are fighting for vengeance! We have lost our families...and our homes to him, and he shall pay for what he has done...Together, we shall defeat the Scourge!"
Another voice echoed through the harsh storm. "We, the Forsaken, shall aid you in your battle!"
The enormous group turned their heads to the lone ranger. They were staring in awe at the grey figure. Her faded locks of hair blew across her face with her head nodded down, obscuring her face under the hood of her black cloak. The Sylvanas Windrunner who was thought to be killed in the fall of Silvermoon, was walking towards them.
Illidan and others who knew of her 'survival', passed around a message:
"Hold your weapons."
Many people backed away as Sylvanas walked closer towards them. Towards Sylvos. She lifted her head a little; just enough for everybody to see the eerie red glow of her eyes. Even more people took a step back, their fists tightly clenching their weapons that they were ordered not to use against the ranger.
She greeted the young blood mage with a nod. "Brother."
"Sylvanas, it's good to see you." he answered as he advanced a few steps.
"I'm glad that you've made it, Sylvos. I see that you've brought a little help." She noted as she scanned the large army.
"What about your forces?" asked Sylvos, squinting in an attempt to see his sister's troops.
"They're all here, Sylvos." She whistled a sharp note and through the storm, figures of all shapes and sizes could be seen. A smirk spread across her lips. "As if your big sister would come without any help."
He chuckled and gestured for his group to return to their original formation. "She doesn't bite!" he joked. He turned to the others. "Let us begin our journey!" he declared.
"Who made you leader?" questioned Illidan as he signalled everyone to move forward.
"Wait!" Sylvanas called out. "Allow me to lead the way! We may be nearby, but I know the direct route and my scouts can fly easily in this harsh weather."
Illidan quickly thought it out. "Alright then. Lead the way, Sylvanas!"
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They marched on for hours, trudging through the snow and resisting the howling wind. Many grew weary, but they somehow managed to pull through for their leaders. Stuggling at the end of the whole group were two blood elves...
Ryarros nudged Kytalia with his staff as he looked at her with worry. "You look a little dizzy, Kytalia, and it's been a long while since we've gotten here. Are you going to be alright?"
"Augh...I'll be fine...It was just that demonic portal of theirs. I can't believe that it's that powerful. To mess up my mind like that..." she answered with a slight grimace.
He put a hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry...it'll wear off soon--" His assurance was broken as he swiftly reflected a wave of magic headed towards them. "We're being flanked!" He shouted as he took Kytalia's hand and quickly ran to the front of his formation.
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Firebrand turned around at the shout of a soldier.
"We're being flanked!"
"Sylvos, I'll alert the others! Please hold them off for as long as possible! And do be careful!" she told him.
She pushed her way through the crowd, towards Kael'thas and Jaina. "The undead have attacked us from behind! We need assistance! Quickly!"
Firebrand continued to push towards the very front of the massive army. The sound of combat grew louder as she ran closer. That can't be right...We're being attacked from the rear...not the front. But that is father's aura up there...I can't be wrong!
Painkiller quickly approached her. "Firebrand! We're under attack by the Scourge!"
She spun around as bright green flames engulfed her demon blades. "Get ready, Painkiller...we're being surrounded!"