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Chapter 2
The initial horde assault was beaten back, with almost no losses on either side. Double duty had been posted at Ironforge gates, and blockades were set up….. A war was coming.
Darlen stood near the edge of the mountain, scouting for another horde assault. Since the attack, Darlen had been promoted to a captain in the ironforge army, and had a minor squad of troops. His troops stood behind him, discussing the coming war. There were two rouges, a young female night elf, Aleria, and a middle aged balding gnome, Bachio. Also in Darlen's troop was a courageous human male, barely out of his teens, his name was Jeff. Finally, there was a dwarven priest, who was nearing the end of his life, his name is Gandalug.
In the distance, Darlen spotted what looked like a colony of ants charging forward. It took him a second to realize, those weren't ants, it was an approaching army. One call from Darlen signaled the alarm, and the rangers stood on the mountain edge awaiting the onslaught.
Within minutes it could be seen that the army was fortified, and it strongly outnumbered the defending force, by over 4 to 1. The rangers began to pull back their bowstrings, the casters started to chant their spells. Gandalug was standing on the edge, using a magical aura of far sight. He noticed what looked to be a powerful Magi of sorts sprint ahead of the onslaught, and begin to cast.
Throughout his many years of living and traveling, Gandalug knew a powerful spell when he saw it, and he knew if that spell hit the mountain, it could kill hundreds of dwarves. The magi finished his casting, and shot the spell, a giant fireball spanning near 200 feet in length. Gandalug sprinted to the spot where he thought it would hit, running past all races of the alliance that had simply dropped their weapons, and stood there with their mouths open, waiting for their demise.
Gandalug made it to the spot, to see the fireball coming in fast. He knew the magi brought his own doom, as he brought a shield of anti-magical energy around his body. The fireball approached, and would have wiped out Gandalug, most of the defending force, and most of Ironforge as well, but instead, the spell simply vanished, and the Magi that casted it fell over writhing in pain, spasming at bouts of shadow that pulsed through his body.
The entire defending force started to cheer, and picked up their weapons with a newfound courage. The arrows began to fly; most of them bouncing off the huge shields, only a few horde were taken down. The archers strung new arrows almost immediately, and this time fired higher up, their arrows taking out the softer targets behind the shield wall. A fire mage stood up on the defending sign as the archers were stringing new arrows, he brought down two pillars of lava, killing quite a few on impact, and the lava rushing downhill proceeded to burn others, then the mage brought a meteor down from the heavens, crashing it into the ground and sending horde flying off the mountain side.
The spearmen in the front of the charging line lifted their spears, and the defenders unsheathed their swords and brought out their shields. As soon as the horde hit the defenders steel was clashing, and dying were screaming. Many horde and the defending allies were killed just y the push, being trampled and pushed into spiked barriers.
Gandalug still stood where he deflected the magic, and he cast a spell of levitation, throwing a big handful of pebbles that exploded with holy light as they hit the charging force behind him.
Everyone knew the war would be long… and the casualties many...
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