CHAPTER 5

Dwarves

Anub'Arak raced with top speed to the entrance of the city, where bullet-ridden corpses of ghouls lay. An army of pink skinned humans were there, and Anub'Arak knew that judging by their height, they must all be dwarves. Tens and tens of riflemen stand, their special Blunderbuss Long Rifles locked and loaded. Behind them mortar teams, cannon-wielding pairs, and steam tanks, fortified with dense armor only damaged by powerful strikes, were ready to lay siege. An extremely short Mountain King stood and led them all in the front, his hand axe gleaning in the sunlight and his war hammer, marked with signs of being in battle, was ready to pound some Undead. While Anub'Arak took his place in front of the crypt fiends, black, horrific destroyers flew to the scene to aid him. I must hold on until Kel'Thuzad readies his necromancers and lead them here.

"Puny dwarf, what is your business here? Do you simply have a death wish for you and your kind?" he thundered.

"Shut your arse, ya big bug. We ar' gonna take back this land's mountains from you Undead, then we shall liberate our homeland of Khaz Modan. Once we do tha', the land of Lordaeron 'ill be purged from the likes of you beasts. Dwarves, charge! FOR KHAZ MODAN!" he declared back.

"FOR KHAZ MODAN!" they all chorused, and the army advanced to the Nerubians like a terrifying wave of vengeance.

"Crypt fiends, ready yourselves. For the Scourge!" Anub'Arak roared, and sent his wave to meet the Mountain King's.

Anub'Arak struck with terrifying force. One impact from his huge claw sent a rifleman sprawling 10 meters away, moving no more. Some started to aim their blunderbuss on the Crypt Lord, but the bullets merely ricocheted from his spiked carapace. The hide granted the beetle armor, hard as diamonds. He struck his claws underground, popping them from underneath a few more infantry, impaling them to death. The other riflemen were sniping crypt fiends one by one, although the Nerubians' locusts took out many in return. Mortars flew into the battleground whistling, exploding whoever got in its radius. Meanwhile, the dwarf king sent a magical hammer, imbued with the force of a storm, into a crypt fiend, shattering it to pieces. He struck the ground with his war hammer, with the power of thunder, onto the ground. The arachnids were stunned in place, and the dwarf took this time to call his army back. Anub'Arak noticed the retreat and used its advantage to reorganize his troops. Bodies of spiders and riflemen lay dead, coupled with mangled bodies and corpses that were exploded.

"Ya Undead aren' doin too bad, although this isn't so much fun to crush bugs. What say you to a duel, while our armies fight fer themsel's?" the Mountain King stated to the beetle, excitement in his voice growing from the thought of a good fight.

Anub'Arak was taken aback at the request, never been asked to a duel before. One of the crypt fiend said "Do not accept this, milord! It is clearly a trick!"

Despite his outcry, Anub'Arak simply said "Very well, dwarf. Let us begin."

Both warriors moved off to the side, as per the rules of the duel. The armies immediately charged into battle once again. The two titans then clashed.

Meanwhile, at Sylvanas' camp at the Alterac Mountains…

The bodies of ever more dwarves lay in the encampment of the banshee's base. The head of a Mountain King lies on the snow, spraying the substance crimson with blood. The blunderbusses, cannons, and hammers, all crushed, were sprawling all over the area. A few riflemen and mortar teams were behind Sylvanas. Varimathras started; "Very good battle, milady, even in the element of surprised. We eliminated these pests with no casualties at all."

"And to top it all off, their weaponry is mine. The Lich King won't stand a chance now, and once we take over Lordaeron, we'll take over Northrend. Send a scout out now; their forces might have started their plan of action during our struggle," the banshee replied. This battle meant nothing to her; it was only a distraction. She could not hold back a grin as she turned toward the cliff as she was doing before the dwarves came. Victory is mine…