Chapter 4: March of the scourge
Arriving to a human base near that city I don't know the name of… let's call it Hiroshima (because it is going to get exterminated soon).
"Finally a place where we can rest!" says Jaina. Then she notices some riflemen and footmen running between two points while attacking basically nothing… "It looks like they're preparing for battle."
"What? This little ritual? No, this is just a way for the programmers to make this scene look better but they seem to always end up making things look worse…" points out Arthas.
A footman approaches them.
"Sir last night a GAGILLION undead rose out of nowhere and started attacking villages at random! They've established a VERY SMALL base near here but I don't think they're preparing an attack." says the footman.
"Are you sure this base isn't going to be a problem?"
"Um… yes?"
"I'll check…" says Arthas, using Iseedeadpeople. He gasps, the tiny human encampment is completely surrounded by undead and their base stretches to the borders of the minimap… "How do they build so fast!"
FLASHBACK
"No cheating!" says the author.
"Can I at least get warpten?"
"2000 gold and you can."
"That's outrageous!" complains Arthas. "I'll take it."
END FLASHBACK
"0MG! U F0RG07 70 7AK3 0FF WARP73N!" l33ts the footman.
"Oops?"
"Arthas, you dumbass! If Blizzard didn't pay me so much I would…" starts Jaina.
"What? Squirt me with your elemental? Give me some mana regeneration bonus? MASS TELEPORT ME? Make yourself useful and go get Uther"
"Why Uther?"
"BECAUSE THERE'S A GIANT ARMY OF FLESH EATING ZOMBIES ABOUT TO MASSACRE US!" shouts Arthas, foaming at his mouth. Jaina had already used her teleport spell to get to the paladin camp.
When she is gone, Arthas notices a few empty crates with a FedEx emblem on them.
"Wait, what did these crates contain?"
"Some strange brown pickles with flies following them. Don't worry; we already distributed them to EVERYONE in the camp" says the unlucky footman. "Sir, why are you sweating? Why is your face turning red? Are you okay, sir?"
Arthas was foaming again, veins were popping out of his face and his eyes were turning a bright red.
5 minutes later…
The bloody, dismembered corpse of the footman was already rotting away near what was left of the zombies that had spawned. There was a strange silence in the camp. After seeing the Prince massacring the poor footman and killing the zombies with a strength he never had before, the undead army had stopped sending units.
25 minutes later…
Uther jumped out of nowhere followed by Jaina.
"What took you so long!" says Arthas.
"One of my students crashed my car so I went to fix it." Answers Uther. "That and it was break time"
"Well, we should be heading to Hiroshima now… "
"I wonder why it's called Hiroshima anyway?" asked Jaina to no one in particular.
NOTE: I realize this was a short, not so funny chapter I've got a lot to do recently so I didn't want to miss out on those… things…