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 10

The vast armies of the Scourge now set upon a small group of demonic worshipping Orcs known as the Blackrock Clan. More than a few hundred Orcs struggled against the Scourge onslaught, not enough to hold their lines for more than a few minutes. The tactics of the Scourge had become even more fearsome and suicidal during battle. Losses were irrelevant, the undead would wade through piles of corpses to reach their target everytime. Often, those demonically fueled Orcs who resisted were simply worn down to the point of exhaustion.

Yet the Orcs fought bravely, all those who had assembled to fight would be dead by the hour's end. Their survivors were pursued, but many managed to escape through the mountain passes. Wayne was too deep in the safety of the Scourge ranks to be able to satisfy his urge for killing. But when the end of the fighting came, he was thrust forward to raise the fallen.

It seemed as if a millenium had passed since Wayne had seen Orcs, as somewhere deep down in his mind, vague memories came back to him. But just as quickly as they came, they became blurred and faded in his mind's eye. With the Elf always following behind, Wayne and the other Necromancers gave birth to the first Scourge Orcs. They arose like all the others, coarse, spiteful, and obedient. That day many more Abominations were created, due to the fact that the Orc's heavy blows would reduce many undead to nothing more than fragments.

Many Necromancers, including Wayne worked within sight of a large portal gateway, where the Lich talked to a fearsome demon. The white haired man named Arthas stood close-by, looking agitated. Once again the Scourge was bolstered by some of the more capable Orc warlocks, who were soon blessed to become Scourge Necromancers.

Soon after the conversation through the portal ended, all the dead stood by, waiting for orders. Quickly and without delay the Scourge set off through the mountain passes to the enchanted city of Dalaran. Behind the Scourge armies, another source of life lay extinguished in their wake.

The great Mages of Dalaran stood firm and ready. Many of the population had already left, yet all of the Kirin Tor remained to protect their city. The Kirin Tor Leader, Archmage Antonidas stood at the gates of the city as the Scourge poured over the hills towards him. Dalaran would be by far the most prepared obstacle that the Scourge had yet come across. In truth, Antonidas was not as worried as he should have been.

As nightfall came the ranks of the Scourge parted outside the perimeter of the city and many horsemen rushed forward towards the ancient Wizard. Few words were exchanged before the man Arthas tried to strike at him, the old man on his horse retreated and the entire city began to emit a strange glow. Frustrated by the main gate that they left open, almost as if to mock him, the horsemen rode back to the encampment of living humans known as the Cult of the Damned. After a few moments of forceful persuasion by the horseman Arthas, several living humans bowed to the ground as he rode off. The nimble humans covered themselves in black and equipped several small knives in the folds of their clothes before venturing off in many directions.

The night was in full swing as panic erupted in Dalaran. Cries came as a great amount of the glow that kept the Scourge at bay faded. All of the horsemen charged into the city, followed by thousands of undead minions. Wayne and his companion Elf leaped over the bodies of the dead on their speedy charge through the city corridors. The main fire was coming from high towers that were similar to those in Quel 'Thalas. It was easy enough to bypass them as the meatwagons came into the city to clear their defenses.

Many of the Kirin Tor had quickly made it to the only safe district left within the city. With the safety of their defensive spells against the undead, they sent countless elementals out to fight the Scourge. Wayne stayed in an area of relative safety in the mass of undead that filled the city. He shuffled forward through the dead again, eager to reach the front.

However it was the voice who shouted appeals to his nearly dead survival instinct that kept him back. As all around the frontlines, massive volleys of spells were exchanged on the glowing borderline. The spells were proven far more ineffective than the living Cult of the Damned members, who disquised themselves as Kirin Tor in order to sneak through the side defenses and to the spellweaving Mage. As the glow quickly faded out, the Scourge swept down on the contingent of Mages. Arthas himself dealing the killing blow to many of the Kirin Tor elite.

Yet outside the city a mass of Kirin Tor and fragments of many other groups gathered together for an assault to retake Dalaran. The Lich and all of the horsemen seemed unperturbed as the Scourge gathered together at the center of the city with the Lich commanding the altar. The Necromancers quickly raised the powerful Kirin Tor Mages to life in their new servitude before joining the rest of the Scourge. Together they locked into formations and waited for the coming assault.

End of Chapter 10

A/N: And a special thanks for the reviews, especially to Sparkie.