"Alright, let's load 'em out boys!" Goruk was shouting out over the platoon of orc guards standing around him. They were the first unit that were going to be using the flying machines, known as zeppelins, that the goblins invented for them. A sorcerer that went by the name of Hurg was among this platoon. He was a low level grunt that followed orders from everybody.
Goruk was the first one to board, wielding his mighty and powerful axe. Hurg boarded with the last of them, with the warriors and other magic-wielding orcs. They were headed to Orgrimmar, the capital of the entire orc race. It was under siege by a mix if elves and humans. They had slipped in over night and rampaged through Booty Bay and managed to storm the gates of Orgrimmar.
Now the city was in flames and most of the orc forces were scrammbling to get to Orgrimmar and help defend their country.
Hurg went to the bottom of the zeppelin, knowing that it would take a good hour to get to the city. He practiced spells, his staff vibrating with energy. At the very tip was a slanted purple crystal that would glow when each spell was cast. He concentrated all of his energy into one spell and closed his eyes. He felt the bottom of the staff vibrate roughly against the wood of the zeppelin. He opened his eyes and they widened as the tip of the staff was on fire. He stopped the flow of energy as the flames died out quickly.
He grunted and fell asleep after a while. "WAKE UP YOU FILTHY MAGGOTS!" came the roar of the captain. Hurg was annoyed by this, as he was shook awake by another grunt.
"Get up, we're nearing the capital.."
"Alright..." He managed and got up, grabbing his trusty staff and heading to the top floor.
"In the name of Thrall..." gasped Solg, the warrior sergeant.
Everybodys sighting was the same... Thousands, possibly millions, of soldiers in blue and green armor were storming the gates. The blue and green represented the Elite Elves, a clan of elven warriors, hunters, and high-ranking spellcasters.
The gates were blown open, but some orcs with crossbows were on the top still firing down upon the Alliance soldiers. The soldiers were charging through, but lines of them fell at a time. Beyond the gates, most of the buildings were burned, but at the center, one of the tallest buildings was still standing.
The captain cleared his throat, "Alright... All of you guys are members of the Horde... You serve the warcheif, Thrall!" He turned to face all of the warriors. "We are going to drop in BEHIND the lines of the Alliance and assassinate every general of their army. We will not fail, for if we do, we are all dead. FOR THE HATE!" The Hate was the clan that we were all a part of.
Hurg smirked and felt the zeppelins drop down to the ground. We all went out... and prepared for war...