A/N: I know, I know, Detheroc died, it was Varimathras that survived, sorry I didn't replay the game again before writing the story to make sure, I just kind of picked the Dreadlord I liked the best and went with him.
CHAPTER 9
The Final Battle Part 2
Bloodbane sprang into the air, grasping his mighty runeblade in his sweaty palms and preparing to swing it as he came down. His unfortunate target, Ezzil, spun his staff around and around, summoning more and more of his magical will. As the Death Knight was just about to bring the blade down on the shaman Ezzil began muttering words of power. His staff lit up in a brilliant display bright blue magic, the intense power sparking in all directions. The runeblade and the staff collided and the stored magic surged, sending a bolt of raw energy screaming into the Baron. The attack caught the Death Knight in the gut, forcing him far into the air as the bolt continued slamming into him with more and more force. Ezzil smiled as he poured more magic into the spell.
The shaman's smile was cut short a moment later when the air around him reached a chilling temperature and he was forced to drop his staff to clench onto his own body for warmth. Kel'Thuzad smiled wickedly as he continued his Frost Nova spell. The Lich fed another burst of power into it and watched as the shaman's body slowly began to be encased in a magical frost.
"No!" Mira yelled, charging toward Kel'Thuzad while Detheroc raced toward Ezzil to try and free him. The Dark Ranger jumped into the air, driving the heel of her boot hard into the Lich's face. The surprise maneuver bought the allies little time as Thebis quickly bashed into Mira midair, throwing her to the side with enormous force. Bloodbane rubbed his head as he stood back up but with a painful mental nudge from the Lich King he was ready to re-join the melee.
Detheroc tried desperately to free the encased Ezzil, carefully pounding away at the ice to allow it to crack. A big chunk fell off, releasing the shaman's hand, just as Bloodbane met the demon with a roundhouse punch. The Baron followed up by swinging his runeblade viciously at the Dreadlord's neck. Detheroc scrambled to back up and dodge the blade but couldn't do it in time. The blade sliced the demon's skin, exposing fiery innards. Detheroc choked to get air but none came to his lungs as Bloodbane prepared to finish the Dreadlord once and for all.
The Baron turned when he heard a sizzling sound coming from the ice sculpture that was Ezzil Darkbrewer. The ice around the shaman turned red and began melting off. The final part to turn to liquid revealed the shaman's grinning face. Bloodbane gasped when he noticed the ball of magic the goblin held.
Kel'Thuzad and Thebis tossed Mira back and forth like a rag doll. Thebis used his own brute strength while Kel'Thuzad summoned gut-wrenching winds to throw the Dark Ranger around. "Bastards!" Mira cursed just before Thebis met her with another powerful attack. All the fighting and conflict had finally drained Mira of her energy and now all she could do was threaten and curse. Kel'Thuzad forced the Dark Ranger off course and towards Therashk this time.
The frost wyrm grabbed her with an undead hand just before she would've collided with him. Now the enormous brute began squeezing the Dark Ranger, and when she cried in pain it only doubled the wyrm's efforts to crush her.
As Detheroc's body went limp and fell to the ground Ezzil threw his latest spell at the unprepared Baron. Once again met with the stinging magic of the goblin shaman Bloodbane was forced backwards and into a small glacier of ice. The magic ball pulsated, sending individual waves of power smashing into the Death Knight. Each wave of magic crushed Bloodbane's vital organs more and more. Soon all the paladin turned Scourge general could do was moan as blood began streaming from his mouth. Now the ball of magic exploded, encasing what was left of the Baron in righteous flame. An instant later the flame died and nothing remained.
"You . . . murderous . . . savages" Mira coughed out. "I . . . hope . . . you all burn . . . in Hell" the Dark Ranger spat as Therashk continued to squeeze the life out of her. Kel'Thuzad cackled, glancing over at the sinister smiling face of Thebis as they both just sat back to enjoy the show. A blast of arctic winds swept Thebis off his feet just as Kel'Thuzad was met by a concentrated lightning bolt. The attacks surprised the Scourge heroes and they both reeled in a combination of pain and confusion. Now Ezzil pointed his staff at the preoccupied Therashk.
A massive portion of the ground just to the left of the shaman unearthed itself from the blanket of snow that covered it and levitated momentarily. With a simple gesture from Ezzil the chunk of earth shot forward, slamming into the frost wyrm and forcing him to release Mira and try to escape from the floating rock as it carried him further and further away. Finally Ezzil changed the positioning of the rock, rolling it on top of Therashk before letting control of it go and watching as both plummeted to the ground. Ezzil winced as he watched the frost wyrm be crushed beneath the weight of the boulder.
Meanwhile, Mira fell to the ravenous ground below, landing on top of a raised pike. The pike's ghoulish wielder carelessly slid the Dark Ranger's corpse from his weapon just as another wave off goblins passed over the front line protecting him. The ghoul was consumed by a wave of foes moments later.
Thebis and Kel'Thuzad, now back to their senses, rose to their feet to face their final foe. Outnumbered two to one, Ezzil considered his options. He could either attack both at once with weaker spells or one at a time with stronger ones. But his magic supply was nearly shot now and he knew he wouldn't stand a chance against them in hand to hand combat, especially not the Crypt Lord.
"Shaman," a powerful voice rang in the goblin's head, "give up now and we won't kill you, in fact, you'd make a great undead Lich." Ezzil glanced over to see the Lich King standing on his feet. "One last shot or I'll obliterate you with a simple passing thought" the Lich King said.
"Never!" Ezzil screamed, summoning all the strength he had for one final attack. The spell he unleashed shook the entire mountain range of Northrend with it's power. Magic shot out of every opening in the goblin's body, pouring out the shaman's very essence as he sacrificed himself to save his people. Waves of magic washed over Kel'Thuzad and Thebis, vaporizing them and continuing on toward the Lich King. The magic passed over him and spread down upon the entirety of the Scourge army. Left and right the undead legions fell. Ghouls and abominations, necromancers and skeletons, gargoyles and frost wyrms.
The magic swept over Therashk's limp body, washing him away in a wave of power. It swept over all the fallen soldiers as well, their bodies dissipating instantly. Mira's body slowly evaporated in the magic, as did Detheroc's. Ezzil cried in a dying scream of victory as he was engulfed by his own magic and power, the spell ripping his body to shreds. When the magic had finally run out the goblins and Forsaken cheered in unison, raising their weapons in tribute to the noble shaman's sacrifice.
The airborne goblin planes landed as the pilots ran to join their brethren in a merry dance of victory. "Fools!" a voice bellowed from atop the Frozen Throne. The allies looked up, gazing upon where the voice had come from. "No one can stop the Scourge!" the Lich King yelled, releasing bolts of energy upon the crowd. Each bolt met it's target, instantly killing the unlucky ally. Whenever an ally fell it was replaced by a greater skeletal minion. The minions then turned on the allies, killing them with slashes of swords and scimitars. "LONG LIVE THE SCOURGE!" the Lich King cackled as more and more of his foes died and more and more of his army was revived.
A/N: Sorry, I know, a little short but bare with me people, it was good right? Write a review and tell me what you think. Also, I'm thinking of writing a few alternate endings so if you have any suggestions just put them in your reviews of PM me. Peace out.