Chapter 5: The Blood of Tamaran
"The Royal Castle has one weakness. It outer wall is made of solid rock with a small gap at its base which is little more than a drain. Put explosives in there and the Royal Castle will fall." Blackfire said to Brother Blood as she walked to the castle balcony.
"Even if it is breached, it would take a number beyond reckoning, thousands, to storm the keep." Brother Blood warned her.
"Tens of thousands."
"But, Blackfire, there is no such force."
A long horn blew as they walked out onto the balcony and the army of 10,000 orcs chanted in greeting.
Blackfire raised her hand to quiet them. "A new power is rising! Its victory is at hand! This night, the land will be stained with the blood of Tamaran! March to the Royal Castle! Leave none alive! To war!
A loud roar went up from the orcs and they began to march east.
Blackfire watched them as they marched. "There will be no dawn for Tamaran."
Azerath. The Palace of the Dark Lord Trigon.
"To war!" Blackfire yelled to her orcs. Trigon saw this through his palantir.
"Ha ha ha, excellent speech. Soon Tamaran will be under my control and I can attack the Centari Empire from two fronts." Trigon said with delight. "Hanno, are you watching this?"
A cloaked figure was watching from the corner. "Yes, my lord. Soon I will have enough experience to lead your armies in war. Soon, I, Hanno Hannibal Barca, the great-grandson of Hannibal Barca, will have my revenge for the destruction of Carthage. The Last of the Scipii will die.