Chapter 2
The Siege on Sylvanas

Corpses were flung toward the wooden gate that blocked the path to Sylvanas' base by the meat wagons. Blood splattered all over the ghouls, as they were closest to the gates. However, the creatures just licked away the blood, and the liquid prepared them for battle. Once the gate crashed, the sea of ghouls moved forward and charged into the base. Abominations lumbered among them, with the rear units entering last.

Sylvanas had once again prepared, although not fully this time. Spirit towers, defensive towers infused with restless wraiths that desire revenge, shot out the spirits at the ghouls. The wailing wraiths attacked quickly and powerfully, as though with supernatural powers. Many ghouls fell before the towers were destroyed. Sylvanas, blowing a horn after her scouting defense tower fell, shot black arrow after black arrow. Each one that hit and killed a ghoul converted the fallen corpses into a living, tall, black skeleton, stronger than the necromancers' version. The walking bones, armed with a sword and shield sliced at the incoming ghouls. Kel'Thuzad, realizing this was only a ploy to delay their attack, unleashed a Frost Nova on the skeletons. Ice erupted from the core of the group of bones, freezing them. The meat wagons then flung more corpses and shattered the frozen skeletons. The Lich ordered them to hurry, as the skeletons had done their mission.

It was too late. The Dark Ranger had already amassed and organized an army of her own Undead. The two dead armies charged into each other, and slammed into battle. Ghouls tore down ghouls while Scourge necromancers began to cast Cripple on the enemies. With a magical incantation and a wave of their staff, the blue undead force of Sylvanas began to slow down immensely, as though chained to a heavy boulder by the arms and legs. Sylvanas raised her bow in the air, shouting something as well. The necromancers suddenly gripped their throats, Silenced by the ranger's spell. The ranger's own banshees, meanwhile, wailed and cried to curse more of the purple ghouls of Kel'Thuzad's with their unearthly shrieks. They also screamed a song, mythical yet dangerous. The Crippled ones were surrounded by a green shell marked full of ancient runes, and were restored to normal. The Lich, seeing his ghouls being wiped out faster, sent a Frost Nova on the enemy corpses. However, it seemed to have no effect on most of them. To his horror, he realized the banshees' shell blocked all forms of magic on them.

He called forth the massive wyrms, and the dragons unleashed heavy, cold frost blasts that eliminated the remaining ghouls. One dragon suddenly turned on the other two, although Kel'Thuzad expected this. He ordered the gargoyles to now come and rip the opposing wyrm to shreds. The flying gargoyles, horrific creatures with their shining grey brain visible through their skull, began to tear at the wyrm with their sharp, crystalline wings and feet. What he didn't notice, however, were the burrowed crypt fiends underground. The spiders, eight-legged cunning creatures brought back to the undead after being killed in the arachnid kingdom of Azjol-Nerub, webbed all the gargoyles and the two wyrms still controlled by Kel'Thuzad. Insects were released by their command, buzzing angrily and tearing the flying creatures and behemoths. Banshees came and displaced their souls into the abominations, effectively turning the odds against the Lich. Kel'Thuzad realized that he cannot compete with the cunning of the former-elf, and ordered a retreat.

When he turned, he saw the necromancers asleep and the meat wagon destroyed. A large amount of skeletons were already summoned, however. Kel'Thuzad used those to delay the enemies' attack and tried to wake his casters. But his plan proved futile; destroyers flew into the scene, left behind by the Dreadlords and taken by the banshee, and devoured all the magical essence of the skeletons, reducing them to dust. Quickly, Kel'thuzad took out a golden staff; muttering some words, he was teleported into safety by the staff. Realizing that Sylvanas had a Dreadlord at her command and he cannot win alone, he decided to request help from his king Arthas.