Chapter 7
Darkhallow and Darkscythe remounted their steeds as dwarven villagers panicked from the destruction of their wall. Pointed their swords into Ironforge, the death knights yelled, "Charge!" and the Undead assault began. A few dwarven stragglers who could not leave their homes and possessions quickly met the steel of the knights' runeblades. Numerous dwarves died as the Undead relentlessly destroyed everything and everyone in their path.
Kel'Thuzad, having recovered, rushed into the center of his army as they commenced destruction. As he reached there, a horn sounded; a horn of battle. At the castle of Magni Bronzebeard, the towers were manned and soldiers took arms. Warriors took their swords, axes, and bayonets as rifleman grabbed their blunderbusses. Their tanks and gyrocopters were fuelled and ready to go. A few high dwarves, trained as mountain kings, grabbed their battleaxe and warhammer. The king himself was the first one to greet the Undead.
"Ya rottin' bastards'll pay for killing my kin and assaultin' us!" he roared as he grew taller and taller. His skin and body transformed into stone as he turned into a giant through the power of Avatar. His hammer grew five times in size, and his battleaxe became double-edged. Once he finished his metamorphosis, he leapt high into the air and arced through the sky into the Undead toward Kel'Thuzad. Magni brought his mighty warhammer, which was fabled to have been carved by a Titan himself, down upon the lich's ranks. Kel'Thuzad managed to dove out of the way as the mountain king Thunder Clapped and crushed numerous ghouls into dust. The clap caused a mini-earthquake which shook the Undead forces; while they were preoccupied, the towers were ready and mortars started raining down upon them. The dwarven army was also assembled and rushed at them.
Kel'Thuzad, looking upon the cannon towers exploding a few abominations into many horrific pieces of bloody pink shreds, formed an iceball from the frost around him. The frigid air hardened into a ball of ice as hard as a diamond. This he launched with amazing strength toward one of the towers; the ball sailed into the hole of the cannon, where it imploded the tower and killed the dwarf.
As Kel'Thuzad was busy with the towers, Lords Darkhallow and Darkscythe fought Magni; their army was left to attack each other by themselves. The death knights fought as one; dual vertical strikes, dual roundhouse kicks, and even defended the same way. However, the king's strength and cunningness was great; as he parried their attacks with his huge hammer, he launched a stony kick at Darkscythe's stomach; the knight reeled back and groaned in pain as Magni then slammed his axe down upon Darkhallow's runeblade; the sword snapped into half as Darkhallow dove into the ground from the force he was pushing with, and the king swiftly thrusted his hammer upward, sending the death knight flying.
Meanwhile, Darkscythe recovered and proceeded to attack Magni with a battle cry as he sent his comrade flying; however, this proved to be a fatal mistake. Looking behind him out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the other death knight trying to ambush him. Smirking, he flung his battleaxe backwards with uncanny accuracy; the double-edged weapon caught Darkscythe in the neck and stuck into a tree. Magni, now rushing toward the trapped knight, bellowed, "This is the end of ya!" and slammed his hammer into Darkscythe. Blood exploded from his mouth and body as his body was crushed and pounded, spraying the nearby snow scarlet. Pulling back his axe from the tree, Magni left the corpse to slide down the tree, an agent of the Scourge no more.
Kel'Thuzad had destroyed every single cannon tower while his knights fought Magni, but his army wasn't fairing so well. The gyrocopters had destroyed his frost wyrms with their flak cannons with the assistance of their steam engines; the dwarven warriors were faring well due to their combination of strength and sword, and the rifleman were sniping his army into pieces. The mortar teams, he thought, was the most deadly; bits of Undead were exploding everywhere on the battlefield. Those mortars…I must get rid of them.
Sneaking over quietly toward the rear of the dwarven army, Kel'Thuzad unsheathed his sword as he approached the mortar teams. The duos were still launching mortars without hesitation, and never noticed the shadow of death creeping up to them. Half were decapitated with a flash of light from the sun onto the blades, and the remaining were blasted into shards of ice from his Frost Nova, as the spell was launched from his palm, split off into pieces, and shot each dwarf.
"Too easy," Kel'Thuzad smirked. As the lich turned back, he saw Darkscythe's corpse left by the base of the tree. Looking around wildly for Darkhallow, he finally found him still fighting Magni. As he began to move to help him, Magni grabbed the death knight by the neck, struck him a few times with his hammer, and flung him towards the castle. There he flew until he was impaled by one of the barricades of the castle defenses; blood dripped from his mouth as he struggled against death itself until he went limp.
Anger and rage grew in Kel'Thuzad as he saw his lords die; he screamed at Magni as he charged toward him, "You will pay for that!" With a flick of his axe, he sliced the ice swords in half and flung a hammer infused with the power of a storm at him. Kel'Thuzad was tossed against the ground as the power struck him backwards. Looking up ahead, he saw Magni grow back to his original size, exhausting the end of his Avatar power. But that did not stop the dwarven king as he jumped on Kel'Thuzad and raised his battleaxe.
"So…any las' words, lich?" he asked quietly as Kel'Thuzad struggled to remove Magni's foot on his skeletal body.
"Yes…go to hell." Another deep voice rang out. Before he knew what happened, Kel'Thuzad looked up and saw two gigantic, sharp claws impaled into Magni's body. Magni himself looked in horror upon the claws protruding out of his body; when the claws were pulled out, he dropped his weapons with a Clang! and fell backwards, moving no more.
A claw was extended to Kel'Thuzad, and as he grabbed it and pulled himself up, he found himself staring into the face of his old friend, Anub'Arak.