(AUTHORS NOTE: This story is mainly focusing on horde characters but I have decided considering the events in the story it would be appropriate to write about both the Alliance and Horde, though the main focus will still be predominantly Horde. The next chapter will be about Drake Valarian from chapter 2 and introduce some more Alliance characters along with an alliance viewpoint on the attacks)
Chapter 6: Monster
Suddenly, a large black scaly arm erupted from the portal. Then another. Whatever the arms were attached to began to pull themselves up out of the portal with enough force to shake the earth. A large, black, scaly, monstrous pit lord head emerged from the darkness. This pit lord, like many of the other demons the Horde had faced thus far, was not average. It had abnormally large and a several large horns protruding from his head. It had four eyes and savage teeth. The next thing to burst from the portal were it's wings. They were large menacing tattered piles of demonic flesh. Along the edges were countless jagged spikes. With a final push the demon revealed the rest of his body and the portal closed. It was about three times the size of an average pit lord and it's skin was jet black with blood red stripes. It's clawed feet were engulfed in flames that scorched everything near it. At the end of it's long tail was a large spiked ball. Huge black spikes erupted from it's spine. His entire body was encased in red armor. In his right hand he held an impossible massive double bladed sword with demonic symbols on it.
The Horde gasped in horror at their new enemy. Before the could act, the demon latched onto the rise and began to climb the rise releasing more menacing roars.
"Horde! Dispatch this demon from our lands like we did to it's allies!" bellowed Gargon as he ran to his wyvern. The rest of the Horde reluctantly followed him to the skies. The Horde fired an endless assault of explosives at the demons, but to no avail; his armor was too thick. Whenever an unlucky Horde would fly too close, the pit lord would swing his blade with impossible speed, crushing the victim rather than cutting it because the blade was so large. Draggar was firing blasts at the back of the pit lord's helm, attempting to break through. He thought he was unnoticed, but the pit lord began to swing his blade back at Draggar. Draggo swooped down on Frostwing and rescued his son from his wyvern just as the mount was smashed. The wind gust from the attack knocked Draggo and Draggar off of Frostwing and forced them to fall on top of Spirit rise. As they rose they realized that the pit lord had reached the top of the rise. He clenched on to the sides of the rise with his four legs and stabbed his giant blade into the the earth to keep from falling.
While the two orcs stared down the massive demon they both realized that many of their fellow Horde had fallen from the skies. Even Gargon laid on the ground critically injured. The mighty beast grumbled and flames began to pierce through the cracks of his teeth.
"Draggar get behind me, quickly!" shouted Draggo. Draggar obediently obeyed his father. Dragg planted his shield into the ground and ducked as flames erupted from the demons mouth like a volcano. The flames harmless flew around the shield and the orcs, scorching the land around them. The pit lord roared with anger revealing his fanged tongue.
"Come Drsggo. We are going to have to do this the ol' fashion way…" growled Darzon as he took a battle stance.
"You can't honestly tell me we are going to fight hand-to-hand with such a beast!? It's impossible!" exclaimed Draggar.
"You know nothing of real monsters my son. You were born into an age of peace. Your only enemies have been weak mortals. I have faced true monsters. I have killed true monsters!" roared Draggo. The orc charged at the pit lord. Draggar was shocked. He had never seen his father in such a way.
The pit lord grabbed the edge of the rise with his free hand and ripped his blade from the earth, leaving a gaping hole in the rise revealing the Pools of Vision. The pit lord began to ferociously swing his blade at Draggo, smashing it into the earth many times. Draggo dodged the blows as best as he could. The demons speed was great, but so was Draggo, and the orc was a small target. Draggo saw his target, the beast's hand. It was the only thing holding up the beast up aside from it's legs. Draggo charged at the pit lord's hand, skillfully dodging the balde. Draggo reached the massive hand and launched himself on top where he began to mercilessly hack away at the hand. Angered by the orc's attack, the pit lord growled and flung Draggo to the side like a meddlesome bug. Draggo crashed onto the ground and slid across the rise leaving a large dirt skid mark impression in the dirt. Draggo rose again and grabbed a TNTitan and fire two shots at the hand before the pit lord smashed his blade close enough to Draggo to knock him to the ground.
He's unrelenting thought Draggo. Never had he seen anyone face such a menacing foe with such spirit and courage, let alone his very own father. He now realized why his father was a legend. Draggar was empowered by his father's courageous efforts and began to aid his father's attack on the beast's hand. After several assaults, it was very apparent the pit lord's hand was extremely inured. Just as Draggar was closing in on what he thought would be the final blow, he got too close and the beast swung one it's tusks at him. Draggar soared back through the air and crashed onto a pile of broken burning wood. At the angle he was struck, the tusked had knocked him back more than cut or pierce him, though his armor had been wrecked in the process.
"Draggar!" cried Draggo. He rushed over to his son who lay unmoving in the debris.
"I'll be alright father, but I don't think I can fight any longer…I'm sorry…" groan Draggar.
"It's alright Draggar. You did enough." whispered Draggo. Draggo turned and saw the the pit lord's blade was sweeping across the ground heading straight towards them. Angered by his sons injury, Draggo unleashed some hidden impossible strength and smashed his shield into the demon's blade. As the weapons struck, the gem eyes of shield began to glow and a blue aura fixated itself around the shield. Draggo slid back, digging his feet deep into the ground. Eventually, Draggo stopped the blade completely. Even the pit lord seemed confused for a m . Draggo released a roar almost equal to the pit lord's and dashed at the beast head on. As Draggo approached the cliff face, the pit lord released another torrent of flame that cascaded over the rise. Draggo held his shield before him and tore through the flames. Draggo then landed on the monster's face and grasped on the rugged spikes that lay upon the demon's face. He gripped his sword tightly and plunged it into the pitlrod's fiery yellow eyes. Thick black and yellow ooze bursted from the eye socket like a geyser. The beast howled in pain as Draggo thrust his arm in all different directions ripping into the skin inside of the demons skull. The pit lord grasped Draggo and squeezed him tightly in anger before he thrust the orc to the ground. Draggo smashed into the ground leaving a deep indentation deep within the earth. Draggo painfully rose and faced down his enemy. He was determined as ever.
Draggar, though dazed, managed to see his father battle the demon mercilessly. He knew, though he had made stalwart progress, Draggo could not keep up this battle. Suddenly an idea exploded within Draggar's mind. He anxiously looked around for a TNTitan and found on in the rubble he resided on. It was slightly bent and scarred from battle, but it was still a capable weapon. Draggar managed to pull himself to his feet and limp towards the other end of the rise.
"Father! Try to get on his face again and keep him occupied as long as u can!" shouted Draggar. Draggo reluctantly nodded and charged the beats once more. Once Draggar saw that his father was soaring towards the demon's head, Draggar dashed for the Pools Of Vision. He did not know how long Draggo could stay on the demon's face and keep his hand occupied so Draggar had to move as quickly as possible. Draggar reached the Pools of Vision and saw the demon's blade protruding from the ceiling. Draggar could tell that the rock surrounding the blade was weak from all the time the demon had ripped the blade out and put it back in. Draggar aimed his TNTitan at the cavern ceiling near where the blade was piercing the rock. He fired and the entire cavern shook. A large chunk of rock was blasted out of the wall. Draggar stared at the rock in disappointment for several moments. Then…
Draggo was once again on the monster's face. The pit lord was attempting to grab Draggo again, but Draggo was quickly avoided the hand by crawling across the beast's face using it's rugged terrain like face. Suddenly, Draggo heard a loud explosion and turned to see the rock around the beast's blade explode. All of the earth surround the monster's blade crumbled, causing the pit lord to lose all of his support. The pit lord gave up his efforts of trying to grab Draggo and instead tried to grab the ledge. Draggo hopped onto the pit lord's tusk and ran to the tip, leaping off and landing on the rise once again. The pit lord had just barely managed to grab the ledge, but a nearby observer would see to it that this pit lord met his demise. Fenron swooped from above and barbarically smashed his dragon body into the pit lord, relinquishing it's grip and sending him falling back. His legs were not enough to support him so the beast toppled over and fell to the ground, his blade piercing his body.
Just as Draggo looked over to see his vanquished foe he saw the beast struggling to remove the blade from his chest. He was still alive!. Draggo could not allow this beast to get up. It had to end now. Suddenly the entire rise shook and tremble. Draggo noticed large chunks of rock crumbling and falling off of the rise. The attacks from the demons earlier and this demon's ascension had weakend the rise exponentially. Draggo knew every war and every battle had sacrifices. He quickly grabbed a TNTitan from the ground and called Fenron from the skies. While he circled the rise he ordered all of the Horde to shoot the weak points of the rise. The Horde obediently obeyed and began to fire at the weak points of the rise. Draggo fired the final shot that forced the rise to collapse. The pit lord was just about to dislodge the blade when a torrent of rocks buried him and dug the blade deeper. Within moments, the pit lord had been crushed, his arm defiantly sticking out from the rubble. Draggar had managed to make it across the bridge just as the rise fell.
Though the Horde had won, no one cheered, They had not endured sacrifices such as these in a long time. The Horde forces began to return to Orgrimmar, escorting several TunderBluff refugees to their city. The battle for Thunderbluff was won, but the war for Azeroth had only just begun…