AN: This chapter of the story was heavily based upon the warcraft novel series by the "Of Blood and Honor" written and created by Chris Metzen of the warcraft franchise and if you still haven't read it, I suggest that you do for its an awesome work.

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Warcraft all of them belong to their respective creators and owners from Kishimoto and the whole Blizzard company, this fic purely for entertainment only all rights reserved.

"Just remember the harder you strive off your enemies, the faster you deliver your people into their hands."

~~ Medivh The Last Guardian of Tirisfall

Chapter 7

Execution and Drums

Few days had already passed ever since the trial had been conducted at Stratholme. Many of the important figures and people had already left when the whole debacle of the paladin order was finally over and the news of the scandalous statements of the former paladin against his entire order had already fizzled out. But no matter how many days had passed he still couldn't forget.

"But I cannot disavow the oath I took. To do so would be to betray everything I am and everything we, as honourable men, hold dear."

Those words echoed throughout the mind of Nathan still through this day after he had heard the words of the excommunicated former paladin Tirion Fordring. He felt as if he could truly connect to the man and his ideals as he was saddened when they all deemed him a traitor when he only lived up to his words and honour.

He sat upon his bed and thought about on what just happened during the time of the trial, he didn't receive any more of those painful like visions on his head after the trial was already done. Was it his memories? Or just hallucinations just like father Credence said he thought all of those within his mind before he stood up went through his packed clothes and dressed up for the day.

"I need to ditch this waistcoat, sorry sister Jane," He said and apologized to his pseudo sister who unknowingly sneezed back at the fort city of Tyr's Hand. Before he proceeded to head out of his room and face on his day as he looked through the small stone and wood window and saw the dim cloudy sky.

'That's right, todays the execution…' He remembered while he didn't want to watch the whole scenario taking place, he still couldn't just pass up and miss the important event that would eventually take place this day.

'I bet Arturia will be there…' he thought before he finally proceeded with his day.

Today was finally the execution of the captive orc, shops and houses were already closed, and the wooden scaffold gallows were already placed. Many people were already gathered up now at the public square shouting and jeering their voices for the orc. There were now also a number of knights and soldiers, were dressed in their finest armor, surrounding the square and the near execution gallows. They stood quiet and vigilant, ready to intercede if the volatile crowd turned into a mob, that he saw.

Nathan had to squeeze through the gathered crowd only so that he could take a better view of the platform. When he finally got through the air suffocating crowd of people and got at the near space of the execution platform, way past the line-up of gathered guards he was then suddenly grabbed by someone by the back of his jacket.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you." The person said and when he looked up, he saw it was father Credence. He only smiled back cheekily and scratched the back of his head.

"I had to buy up some new cool clothes, so what do you think?" He answered and asked back to Credence as the priest appraised his new outfit. His new clothes that he donned was a left opened hooded long-sleeved jacket that went past his hips, it had a comfy feel like look and the sigil of Lordaeron at the back, along with a deep black pants and boots that complimented his choice of clothing.

"Hahaha, lookin good Nathan, now let's get a move on from here and come with me." Father Credence complimented and said before he proceeded to trawl the blonde to the sides of the front row on where he saw Arturia at a small distance between them standing stoically and silently as she proceeded to watch on the starting of the execution.

After a few moments of waiting, he watched as the paladin that he came to know as Barthillas dressed up in his shiny armour emerged from the mass and stepped up into the scaffolding. The paladin that helped in condemning the now exiled Tirion waved up to the people his hands treating it as this was just all a public and mornings entertainment. The paladin then proceeded with his speech of loathing and disgust to the orc that riled up the crowd even more.

Nathan watched on as the lord commander Dathrohan made his way up into the wooden platform before the loud jeering's of the crowd that were started by Barthillas slowly turned to a low roar. For finally the gates of the nearby holding cell were finally opened, and it revealed to him a squad of foot soldiers that marched on in a tight formation. The whole gathered onlookers were all in silent a big contrast on to what they have displayed on earlier as they watched the whole squad of shiny armoured soldiers that reflected the rays of the morning light strode on towards the scaffold.

He saw at the center of the tight formations that the soldier held was the captive orc, he had a lot of grey and white indicating his old age that was coupled in to his appearance. He wondered on how could such being could still walk after he saw his green skinned bulky body had a lot of dark bruises and obvious lacerations.

"My fellow defenders of Lordaeron," he began proudly, "I am glad to see that so many of you turned out this morning. This loathsome creature that stands before you are an affront to the Light and an enemy of our people. Its cursed race brought war and suffering to our shores and murdered many of our loved ones with little or no remorse. Thus," he continued, looking into the eyes of the orc "we will extinguish this wretched creature's life just as remorselessly." While the met only the gaze of Barthillas with his own. "Blood for blood. Debt for debt," the young Paladin finished as the crowd went from silence to loud roar of cheers.

The paladin then moved back allowing the hangman to place the orc into the trap floor door struggling in doing so for the orc wasn't still giving up on living even on his body condition and situation. The crowd seemed to laugh at the orc's futile resistance and efforts, almost like they reveled in watching the old orcs panic and desperation.

No wonder Uther didn't want to watch these proceedings for just as what he observed from the whole events that he watched now transpire. It made him feel sick on the inside. Before a hooded figure run past the guards and stole a sledgehammer as he charged on towards the scaffold. The masses were in a hysteria when the figure went past through the guards, trying to disturb the execution and father Credence had to hold the hand of the blonde lest he wants him to be swept away by the sea of people. The soldiers yelled in fury at the figure who swung his hammer at them but only damaging their armours in doing so, allowing him the few seconds he needed before he sprinted towards the platform and to Barthillas.

The figure then rammed his shoulders towards the fumbling paladin who was surprised at the events that happened. Barthillas fell down at the scaffold when the figure was done with his charge and soon came to follow him was the hangman itself. The man then proceeded to help the orc and loosen his bindings and noose freeing him from his bounded state and when he unveiled is hood to the orc the man revealed to be the exiled Tirion Fordring. Nathan could see and hear the knights and footmen charging up towards the scaffolding and when he was finally done freeing up the orc the younger paladin Barthillas had finally finished up his climb back up at the platform.

"Traitor! You have damned yourself this day!" the younger Paladin screamed. The shocked crowd yelled their assent and began throwing garbage at Tirion and the orc both.

Out of the corner of his eye, all could see Lord Dathrohan looming in the background. Apparently, he hadn't left after all. The Lord Commander's face was a mask of grief and revulsion. The furious Barthillas then ordered all of the stationed knights to seize the orc and the exiled now turned traitor Tirion. But when Tirion extended out his hands and ordered out all of them to stop, they did for many of the knights who had served under him previously found themselves cowed by his presence.

"Hear me!" Tirion shouted. His voice boomed out over the crowd and reverberated against the surrounding structures. Many of the onlookers fell strangely silent. "This orc has done you no harm! He is old and infirm. His death would accomplish nothing!" The honorable knights paused for a moment, considering Tirion's protests.

"But it's an orc! It's nothing but a warmongering beast!" This time Nathan was surprised when he heard the screaming voice of the now infuriated Arturia

"That's not true this one's warlike days are over!" Tirion said. "There is no honor in hanging such a defenseless creature." He saw that a few of the knights nodded reluctantly. The rest of the onlookers remained to be convinced the same with Arturia who looked on to the scaffold in silent rage. They continued to jeer and call Tirion an orc-loving traitor.

"You're not fit to even speak of honor, Tirion," Barthilas spat angrily. "You're a traitorous mongrel who deserves to die right beside that inhuman beast!"

He could see above the platform the former paladin tensed. Barthilas' words hit him like a slap in the face. "I took a vow, long ago, to protect the weak and defenseless," Tirion said through gritted teeth, "and I intend to do just that. You see, boy, that's what it truly means to be a Paladin—knowing the difference between right and wrong and being able to separate justice from vengeance. You've never been able to make those distinctions, have you, Barthilas?" Tirion asked. Barthilas who now nearly choked with rage.

Then a strange sound over the loud shoutings of the crowd then entered onto the ears of Nathan. The sound was the sound of like a banging and beating of heavy drums. The rest of the crowd halted their jeers of insults and then looked around to see where was that loud sound of banging came from.

"Damn it, Barthilas, you've got to open your eyes!" Tirion said urgently. "After all the years I ruled over Hearthglen, the one thing I'm absolutely certain of is that war begets only war! If we can't master our own hatreds, then this senseless conflict will never cease! There will never be a future for our people!"

The younger paladin only laughed contemptuously in Tirion's face.

The strange drumming sound grew louder and was joined by newer, stronger drums. At that point, most of the onlookers were now became aware of the ominous beating of the drums as well. They were startled to note that the unnerving sounds were getting closer. The few women and children who were present began to cover their ears and huddle together in fear and confusion. The attendant guards moved to the edges of the square, searching for whatever was causing the incessant drumming.

The two at the top of the gallows continued to exchange heated words until out of nowhere a sharp spear pierced through the chest of Barthillas and a legion of shadowy shapes leaped down into the square from the surrounding rooftops. Furious, high-pitched war cries then filled the air as the savage orcs waded into the unsuspecting defenders of Stratholme. The mighty war-drums thundered throughout the now panic-gripped and battle filled square.

"Nathan come with me! Let's go!" Exclaimed by Father Credence hurriedly to him as the priest tried to drag the blonde to safety.

"No! Arturia is still out there!" He protested to the priest before he released his grip on him and hastened off towards the much more panic-filled crowded part of the crowd.

"Nathan, wait!" The priest ordered but his words fell into deaf ears. "Oh, come on!" He exclaimed his frustrations before he went on and followed the blonde on to the large panicked crowd.

Battle was taking place at every corner of the main square of the city, sounds of steel clashing and furious shouts filled the whole city with battle madness. The soldiers and knights then headed all on towards the orcish onslaught but then suddenly orcs on wolf furs and pelts stepped forward and raised their hands onto the heavens before lightning arcs then came down from the now darkened skies, striking down to all of the soldiers and knights that dared to approach. Forcing the human forces back a bit lest they want to be hit by the orcs awesome wrath and fury.

Nathan persisted on despite the raging battle going all around him. He ran and searched throughout the near square searching for Arturia until he finally spotted her gold-dusted blonde hair. He saw her near the public scaffold down on her knees, shaking, frozen and breathing hard as she watched on the chaos that occurred in the city square. The whole scene that she was gaping on with her eyes reminded her heavily of the time of her mothers' death, as panic and phobia filled within her. She was unable to form any some sort of action to do due to her trauma that she was feeling. When he got near to the paralyzed girl, he then proceeded to link up his arms to her shoulders so that he can make her stand, but seeing that she was so dead scared he had no choice but to carry her within his arms like of a groom carrying his bride.

"Arturia! It's me, we gotta get out of here!" He said to Arturia before he spotted an enormous orc, dressed in a full suit of black plate armor. The orc carried a mighty warhammer that resembled those used by the Paladins—except for the fact that the orc's hammer seemed to be ignited by living lightning. The dark orc waded his way through the ardent human defenders as if they were harmless children. It smashed and battered everyone that came near it with a calm lethality—all the while shouting sharp commands to its warriors. For a moment, the boy could only watch in amazement and horror. Nathan then snapped out himself from his daze and hurriedly made his way to a small empty alleyway of the chaos-filled city with Arturia carried within his hands.

When he finally arrived at a small tight alleyway that he found away from the main fighting square, he then placed the traumatized girl into the ground. Before he looked around to see if there were danger or fighting nearby and checked on to Arturia to see if she was alright.

"Arturia! Hey, Snapp out of it! Were safe!" He said and shook the shoulders of the female blonde before she finally blinked slowly as her breathing slowly calmed down. But then he heard a coming sound of footsteps towards them, he then turned around expecting it was an orc but his thoughts were betrayed when it was just the labored breathing father Credence. He saw the priest was now carrying some sort of short sword probably something that he picked up along the way.

"You*breath* it was really hard catching up *breath* you Nathan…" The priest said as he took in some more breath before he approached them.

"I'm sorry but Arturia needed help." He apologized to the priest

"Don't worry, I know you did the right thing even if you did also placed yourself in danger." He said and only waved off his apology with one hand.

"Father Credence, can you see if Arturia is hurt?" Nathan asked the priest who only nodded to his request before he went down to his near the girl to see if she had any some injury and heal her. They could still hear the sounds of lightning and steel clashing around nearby as they stayed on their hiding spot.

"Why…" Arturia finally found her voice and asked a word to the both of them in a sullen broken voice. But before they could address her question, they then suddenly heard a new sound coming near, it was heavy sound of footstep and every step that it would inadvertently create a thump on the stone pavement of the. Fear gripped right through them when their intuition was proven right for the one that revealed to them was green skin, hulking figure of an orc, the being had rugged outfit and crude looking hatchet.

Father stood up from their group while the two children were still looking on with fear. The priest took an awkward stance and shakily pointed the sword towards the orc in his both hands indicating his fear and lack of experience with a blade.

"I-I w-will not a-allow you to harm these ch-children." The priest said stutteringly to the orc who only had his eyes in surprise for his show of bravery before his face showed an expression of determination and of a warrior.

"A-AAAH!" The priest shouted an awkward battle cry before he charged to the orc who only caught his charge with both hands as the priest looked up to the face of the orc in fear. The orc then proceeded to take away his sword and threw it away from him that only landed near the two young pre-teens. When the priest turned around towards the direction of his sword that was then he made a mistake for it left him exposed to the now incoming strike of the orc with his now raised ax.

"Father Credence!" The two tried to warn him but it was already too late for when he finally turned back the ax had already met his chest, cleaving its way as it goes through him. The priest could only let out a loud cry of pain as blood spurted out from his torso much to the horror of the two who were watching.

"NO!" Nathan shouted obviously shaken to the thing that he just witnessed to someone who was close to him and had always been there for him, as the body of the priest then fell to the stone ground in a thud. The orc then noticed them still shaking in fear before he strode on towards them. Not wanting to get them killed and after seeing on what just happened to father Credence, the boy then picked up the short sword that landed near them and was near him as he took a stance. His face showed a face of anger and determination in his eyes as he propped himself against the orc.

Having enough waiting around the orc hen charged at them in furious charge towards the boy before he raised his both hands along with his ax intent on finishing this in one fell swoop. But imagine to his surprise when the blonde parried up his strike with his small blade and guided its arc of swing towards the ground before he spun and struck his blade at his side that it stuck. The orc then looked in onto his left side on to where the blade now stuck in pain, surprise, and anger, before he looked back towards the boy who stared back at him in defiance. He was shortly impressed by the youngling who managed to harm him before he backhanded him away with his left hand, the boy was sent flying to a wall when the orc had backhanded him, his head had hit the wall so hard that small amounts of blood were leaking now visible atop on his head.

He couldn't get up, his head and vision felt to blurry for him to stand up, so he only could watch the orc as he picked up his ax and as he strode on towards him. But before the orc could ever near him there was then a loud sound of horn being blown sounded throughout the city, the orc then stopped and then looked into the entrance of the alley before sounds of horses galloping through the pavement was heard next. The orc seemed to understand the meaning of the horn for the beating of the drums was finally over and he then proceeded to run and made an escape, leaving the two pre-teens down into the ground of the alley.

The girl after seeing that the orc was no longer near hurriedly went to the downed injured Nathan. She then placed his head on her laps and proceeded to see his wound on his head to see if she could at least help, as she pursed down her lips into a thin line and tears were now flowing down her eyes.

"W-why did you help me?." she asked him as tears were now flowing down from her beautiful teal eyes. "father Cr-Credence wouldn't have to harmed if you didn't just come for me."

"D-don't say that, or you'll make our efforts worthless…" The male blonde said weakly barely hanging on to consciousness before coughed.

"Just answer me why..." she said crying slowly in doing so.

"B-because I wanted to be your friend…" Nathan said in a weak voice as he mustered a small sincere smile towards her before he passed out.

* So that's the end for this chapter and I've finally decided to give naruto the Ashbrisnger. If you want to find out more about what will happen next to the story just stay tuned and follow for next will be the reveal of his resolve and Konoha.

PS: I apologize for any wrong grammar or misspellings that I may have committed for I am not a native English language speaker and also I don't have any beta readers to read on my works so for that I'm sorry.

The votation is still open and so for the potential pairings could be as followed:

Sylvannas Windrunner

Valeera Sanguinar

Liadrin

Anveena (Sunwell)

Sally Whitemane

Shandris Feathersong

Yrel

Ysera

Arturia (OC) - from Fate/Stay Night

Alexstrasza

Krulcifer *Dathrohan* Einfolk (OC) - Saijaku Bahamut

So all of you go to my profile page vote for your favorite couple pairings on the poll before its too late and please be noted there will be no harem for I'm kinda sick and tired on seeing harem fic's. If you have more suggestions please write down your reviews below for it helps in fueling this story.

And remember always the words of the Number One Hero

"Always go….beyond your limits PLUS ULTRA!"

ALL MIGHT