A/N: Please note that this is of course Fan Fiction, therefore the events described would be slightly deviated from the orginal telling.
And nope, I in fact do not own warcraft or anything else I write about.
Chapter 6
Oh woe be the plight of the cursed dead
Those who may never find no rest
The rebirth of all the bodies along the road went quickly. Help came from all necromancers who linked back to the gate. Understandably there were no more bodies on the conquered side of the first gate left it seemed. Speed also came as necromantic abilities were fostered in resurrected Elven mages. The fierce warriors on horseback would deliver the satchel to the most deserving. Each one would expressionlessly put it on, and began their work.
Soon Wayne and the others reached a wide river that blocked their path. The waters were tainted with a deep shade of red, many bodies also floating along with the quickly moving current. For the most part, Wayne could not reach those who floated to revive them, it was only the few that were washed onto the bank that could be brought back to serve the Scourge. With seemingly no direction to go, Wayne followed all of the others to the north, walking alongside the bloody river. Every so often, Wayne would swivel his head to peer back at the Elf that continued to follow him, who walked only a few steps behind.
After perhaps an hour of walking in the dull afternoon sun, Wayne saw with his own eyes a distant bridge that spanned the river. All of the undead gathered and was running across into the trees in one long column. Now the need for haste returned to the Scourge as Wayne and all the rest rushed onward into the dense forest. A long run in the quickly setting sun brought him to a halt in the ever increasing size of the Scourge formation. All along the run no Elves were seen, and no bodies were found.
Out of a strange feeling of curiousity, Wayne began parting through the line of the dead minions to the front, the Elf moving consistently with him. It took Wayne several minutes of walking and pushing past monsters to see the front. Peering over heads and limbs, he saw a large gate, very similar to the first. Watchtowers on both sides were heavily damaged, and were still being hit by spells and arrows aimed by various types of Scourge units. Directly in front of the gate stood a dozen horsemen, always in the middle sat the man with long white hair.
It was only a few minutes of waiting before a small group of Elves approached from the right. Through a great effort of the booming mental voice, the Scourge were restrained from attacking them. The tall Elf walking in front, laden in dark clothing, bowed deeply in front of the white haired horseman. He then reached into his robes and pulled out a glowing circular object, and extended his arms outwards, his head still pointing down. A small creature that hopped around the horse's legs went forward slowly towards the Elf, its small frame of broken bones not allowing it to repeat the same movements twice. It timidly took it from the Elf's hands and went back to a great spiral platform on the ground behind the row of horsemen.
The sun was now low enough for a deep red and orange to be cast on everything. Wayne turned around again to see the same Elf still staring directly into his eyes in a soul-less manner. Turning his attention back towards the creature on the platform now, Wayne saw it lift the glowing object high over its head, before slamming it down hard onto the indented opening on the ground. The gateway glowed brightly before opening its door widely. A great rush through the gate began, with all of the horsemen leading the charge.
End of chapter 6
