AN: Welcome back to Naruto: Azeroth Chronicles!
So, my wrists are getting better. By better I mean that I can actually move them without cringing in pain. Joy.
I'm probably going to spend around two to four hours on this rewrite. While most rewrites aren't that bad, the sheer amount of mistakes in this chapter will take a while to be fixed.
Well, the mistakes that I see now will be fixed. By the time I'm done there won't be any mistakes.
But then we're at the beginning again! What is this, am I in limbo?! The end is the start and the start is the end! What is going on!?
...Okay, I'm cool. Minor freak out there. But yeah, enjoy the chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own Naruto or Warcaft or any other games and/or shows which I may relate to. Yep, no funny sentences after this one. Bite me.
Chapter Three
The Siege
Naruto gazed impassively at the soldiers around him. Only saying his name was enough to have every soldier lower their weapon? While his facial expression didn't change, on the inside he was whirling in confusion.
Only a few minutes ago they were about to put him in a cage. He would never let that happen, but that's beside the point. After he said his name they all looked at him as if he was royalty, not the intruder he was only minutes ago.
It was uncomfortable, to say the least.
The leader stared at the human across from her sternly. She, along with every soldier in the Night Elf army was told to find any man named Naruto Uzumaki.
Studying his features, everything seemed to match. His spiky hair was the easiest to check off. His eyes were next, the piercing blue unlike any other she has seen.
Ranging from height to muscle mass, everything seemed to match. She looked at him before bowing in a slight apology, "I am sorry for our earlier hostilities. Come, we have much to discuss."
She led Naruto back onto the main road. Discreetly, she made a small hand motion behind her back. When Naruto made no signs of noticing she continued, "Our leader, Lady Tyrande Whisperwind was told by Elune that a man would be sent forth as her avatar. She gave her your name and appearance, and made it very clear we were not to attack you."
"And where is your leader now?"
She frowned at his tone; it was dull and monotonous. Regardless, she answered him, "She is in the Night Elf capital, Darnassus. I will take you to the Temple of the Moon when we get there."
He simply nodded, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. She took that as her cue to finish their little conversation, "We will be coming up on the rest of our squad soon."
As she was talking, he noticed around five presences following them. They were very good; most people wouldn't be able to sense them.
They seemed to be able to camouflage into any shadow. He didn't know if it was a power or natural skill, but he was impressed.
To test them, he lowered his hand to his red sword. As his hand neared the pommel, he heard the slight sound of many bows being strung.
'Pretty good...' he thought.
With his little test over, he brought his hand away from his blade. Seeing that their conversation was over, he nodded at the leader, the hidden archers following them all the way back.
The lush forests of Ashenvale was serene right now. With birds twittering and crickets chirping, it a comfortable silence. It seemed like a nirvana; almost like nothing could go wrong.
Despite this feeling, it felt awkward hearing the hushed whispers circulate around him. While he was and old hand at people whispering about him behind his back, he was never really able to get used to the feeling. Channeling chakra into his ears, he managed to make out some of the whisperings.
'Is that him?'
'He doesn't look that powerful.'
'Are you kidding me? His weapons just yell POWER and he leaks so much killing intent unconsciously. It sends shivers down my spine.'
He gave a grunt as he overheard their whispers. While he didn't really care what they said, it was annoying. Already he was garnering attention from these guards. With this attention comes the urge to tell others about him. He wasn't happy; he wanted to keep low as long as possible.
As he pondered these thoughts, his enhanced senses managed to pick up three odd scents. They were steel, sweat, and...blood?
His body immediately tensed. While he wanted nothing more than to check it out, he needed to hold back. It wouldn't turn out well if he were to simply jump away from his escort. He quickly remembered the scent, implanting the location into his mind.
It seemed to last for hours. The slow pace that his escort walked was making his body twitch in annoyance. He could take seconds to run the same distance that the guards around him walked in ten minutes. Finally, the leader called everyone to make camp.
The guards around him set up tents all throughout their little campsite. Two large tents were set up on the far side of camp. Seeing how his escort was treating him, he guessed that the two tents were for the leader and him.
As he was brought into his tent, two guards nodded at him as he vanished behind the flaps. As soon as he was let in, many different escape plans flew through his head. Sifting through them, he quickly decided on one.
The plan was in two phases.
Phase One was to find the right moment to escape his tent. Before everything else, he would get two mugs of whatever alcohol they had along with some random piece of food to make it look like he is just getting a normal meal. After that he would summon two clones while the first of the two would transform into a squirrel. It would make its way out of the tent and climb up a tree. The transformed clone would watch the guards outside and dispel when he thought it was time to strike. After he would take down the guards, he would bring the guards under a tree, away from camp. He would spread the alcohol on the soldiers, making it look like they fell asleep after downing one too many drinks.
Phase Two would start off as him transforming into a look-alike of one of the guards he took down. He would make his way towards the Sabers while mingling with the crowds on his way there. Once he gets to the Sabers, he would go to their food storage and take out a high quality piece of meat. After that, he would untie each Saber and make them fight over said piece of meat. With his second clone acting as him in the tent, the fight would cause chaos in the camp. During this chaos he would slip out and make his way towards the blood he smelled earlier.
With his plan in mind, he went out of his tent. They looked at him questioningly as he said, "I'm just getting something to eat."
They nodded at him and he went over to the food area, grabbing a piece of fruit and a two mugs of mead. He ignored the looks he was given as he nodded at the guards in front of his tent.
He made the two clones as one of them transformed into a squirrel. It scurried out, quickly disappearing under the tent.
All that was left was to wait.
The seconds passed into minutes and the minutes passed into hours. Despite this, he stood just outside of the entrance to the tent. The guards never looked in, simply keeping all people away from his tent.
And keeping him inside of the tent.
He pulled out a scroll from his coat pocket, the Kanji reading Weapons. Without a sound, he unsealed two black wrist guards. However, these weren't normal wrist guards. From a normal point of view, it looks like he just put fancy pieces of leather on his wrist. However, just as soon as you comment on it you'll end up dead with two small blades sticking in your neck.
Quickly slipping them on, he tested them by flicking his wrist. With naught a sound, two small blades jutted out and he nodded. He and the clone next to him felt their partner clone disperse.
'Now.'
Both the clone and the original jumped out of the tent, grabbing the two guards and pulled them into the tent. Before they could make a noise they gave them a hard chop on their necks. They both were knocked into unconsciousness, going limp in their hands.
The original peered out of the tent, seeing very few people around the camp. It was night out, the darkness providing many shadows as cover. He nodded at the clone as they both quickly made their way towards a tree they noticed behind their tent. They set their former guards on the ground as the clone quickly went back to get the mead.
As the clone made his way back, he brought out a scroll labeled Toiletries. He unsealed two rags as the clone came back around with the mead in his hands.
He was given one mug of mead as he tossed the second rag to the clone. No words needed to be said; they both knew the plan. They dumped the mead on their rags and rubbed it lightly on the unconscious guards. When they started to reek of alcohol, they nodded at each other. The clone went back into the tent as Naruto sighed.
"Phase One, complete."
Studying their face and body, he said, "Phase Two, in action."
He quickly used a Transformation, turning into a generic version of the soldiers before him. He didn't want to look exactly like them as there would be questions as to why he left his post. So, he kept the body height and skin color while changing the hair style and color. With a bow on his back, he made his way back through camp.
He nodded at the guards around him, keeping a low profile as he finally reached the area where the Sabers were tied up. He went into the food storage, thanking Kami that there were no guards at the Saber camp and food storage. He pulled out a high quality steak and walked out of the storage.
He threw the large piece of meat over his shoulder and placed it in the middle of the Sabers. Each one was looking at it hungrily, seemingly begging to be let go so they could eat it. He dropped his transformation and quickly made five clones. The scent of meat made the Sabers uncaring of his appearance and why he would be out of his tent.
All of the clones went around and untied the bonds holding five different Sabers to their trees. Each of them growled in thanks as they stalked towards the meat.
Each Saber stopped ten paces away from the meat. Their eyes darted around, waiting for the first move. Naruto quietly slipped into the shaded trees, actually interested in the outcome.
The first move was from a Frostsaber. It stalked five paces forward, just as a Nightsaber blocked its path. Two more Frostsabers blocked each other off as the last Nightsaber waited for an opportunity in the back.
Only a few seconds later, the Frostsaber lunged towards the meat, and the chaos began. Growls and howls ripped through the night, waking each and every soldier up.
Torches lit up around camp and Naruto gave an amused look towards the soldiers in the camp. They were running around the camp, stumbling over each other as they got ropes and whips to reign the brawling Sabers back in.
"Phase Two, complete."
With that, he jumped away, deep into the trees of the Ashenvale forests.
His heightened senses easily pinpointed the smell of blood he first noticed. However, it was notably stale compared the freshness he smelled earlier. Despite this, he made his way east. Jumping into a clearing, he saw something that slightly disturbed him.
In front of him was a severely mutilated corpse of a Nightsaber. The saber's jaw was broken, hanging limply at the side. It's stomach was open with dried innards spilled around it, most likely from as serrated blade. Its eyes and mouth had an old trail of dried blood on it. Two of the saber's feet were twisted, and one was not even on the leg.
He tried to ignore the gory sight as he looked towards the rider. Studying the Night Elf rider, he judged it was an older elf from the graying hair. Despite the age, she was still very much capable for battle. Her arm was off, but there was a tourniquet on it, most likely from a cloth from her clothes. She had dark purple skin and had leather armor on. A cracked bow was lying on the ground a few feet away from her. He quickly ran over to her, already gathering chakra in his hands for the healing.
Despite years of training in medicine, he was still a frontline soldier. He was very good at Medical Ninjutsu, but he was limited in intense wounds such as this. The amount of damage was astounding; he was surprised she was still living, let alone conscious. Her eyes registered his presence as she smiled slightly at seeing backup.
The first step was to stop the internal bleeding. Focusing on the heart and lungs first, he desperately tried to heal the internal cuts on them. Despite his skill, he was only able to stall the bleeding due to the injuries being old and infected. Not giving up, he then ran his chakra into stopping the infection while simultaneously healing the clots and cuts. He quickly felt her pulse and it was a little faster than earlier. Good. After healing the internal bleeding and healing most of the nearly formed blood clots, he finally relaxed as this would be enough to prolong her life until a proper team of medics arrive.
She gave a hard cough as her breath came in short gasps. Seeing the expected reaction, he knew she was able to talk. However, despite stopping the progress of the infection, it might already be too late for her to survive. After all, if he couldn't fully heal her, how could anything short of divine intervention heal her?
He never really healed many people before, mostly healing animals after wounding them earlier. Due to this, he never had to tell someone that they may die. He hesitated and she gave a slight smile towards him.
"...I'm going to die, correct?"
He looked away, knowing it was true. While he was able to heal the damaged organs and clots, he could not heal the infections throughout her body. He never encountered a poison that was able to corrode organs to the point where even he was not able to heal them.
She looked at his face. While he showed little expression, his eyes were another story. Looking deeply, his eyes showed deep amounts of shame. She noticed that he never watched someone he tried to help pass away. His eyes showed hurt, and she tried to mend it.
"Don't worry about me. I've lived a long and happy life, dying to protect my people. It is a true honor to have lived as long as I have and die as a warrior," she stated, coughing a few times at the exertion.
She looked into my eyes and said, "I can see it in your eyes, young man. Deep down behind that expressionless face of yours you are lonely." She said, surprising him; why would she want to talk about his problems right now?
"Now is not the time to be talking about-"
"No!" she exclaimed loudly, causing herself to go in a fit of coughs.
"I know I will die. And even in my dying hours, I can still help those in need. You, young human, are in need. You need to be taught one lesson before I go." She said quietly.
"The feeling of loneliness leads to depression, depression leads to anger, and anger leads to hate. It is a never ending cycle of the world; it will always be there no matter what you try to do." She said weakly.
"Remember this Naruto Namikaze - you do not need to hold these feelings in. Deep down, I can see your need of wanting to hold someone in your arms. You have experienced hurt before; do not let it rule you." She gave a slight smile to him.
"In my right pouch there is a letter for our leader, Tyrande Whisperwind. Please give this to her and tell her 'I am watching from above' for me." he nodded weakly and reached down, grabbing her pouch from her. He attached it to his waist as he heard her last words.
"Before I leave this world, remember all these words I have said. They will be your guide, your help, and your strength." She said, confidence in her tone.
"Lastly, before I go, there is a siege on Astranaar. Save them." Her voice was fading out.
"Thank you Naruto Namikaze, may we see each other in the afterlife." She finally passed away, her words of wisdom ringing through his mind.
He unsealed a blanket and quickly covered up the body. He was thoroughly shaken by her words, raising his hand to his face. His facial expression stayed the same, yet he felt a watery substance running down his face.
Tears.
It was something that was completely alien to him, something he hadn't felt since Natsumi broke up with him.
It was foreign and unwanted, it was something he never wanted to feel again.
He quickly wiped away the few tears that fell before sitting on his knees. He put his hands together in prayer, but his mind was elsewhere.
Why did this happen?
Someone so wise and strong that made him feel this way for the first time in years...and now she's dead.
He gathered himself, finishing his prayer and rising to his feet. With silent conviction, he stalked back into the forests, straight towards Astranaar.
Astranaar
He steadily slinked through the shadows in the streets of Astranaar. His job was to assassinate each of the commanders and generals of the defenders of the city guard. His employers did this not only to deteriorate the defenders' hope of protecting their city, but to slowly create the fear in all of the townspeople's hearts that he may come to kill any of them at any place and time.
He gave a small grin at the thought; fear was an assassin's ally.
He was also very amused to see said fear in the eyes of the defenders, to see them unsure of each shadow, each corner. Seeing them thinking that every time they take their eyes off of the shadows, it will be their demise... it was like a drug to him.
His next target was a wealthy business owner in the town. Due to him being a large benefactor for the Astranaar guard, he had to 'disappear'.
When he looked towards the house of the owner, he couldn't help but marvel at how paranoid this guy was of assassins. He had a soldier at every corner of the house and all of the candles were on full blast. Due to this there weren't very many shadows to hide in.
'What to do, what to do...'
Slowly creeping to towards a large bush near the back of the house, he shifted his body slightly. He made just enough noise in the bush to attract the two guards' attention. The guard on the right side of the house talked to the guard behind him as he slowly made his way towards the bush he was in.
'I have to time this right…'
He had two throwing knives in each hand, with both of them covered in a quick paralysis poison. When the first night elf came closer and closer to the bush he was in, he moved. In one fluid motion, he stabbed the closest guard in the neck while throwing the other knife at the stationary guard behind him. The first guard quickly died while the second one fell to the ground below.
Thankfully, the ground that the guard fell on was covered with grass so he barely made any noise on contact. He quickly brought the dead guard he was holding into a bush and went over to the dead guard on the ground. He pulled his body into a different bush, depositing him in its dark leaves.
They'd find the dead guards, but he would be long gone before they do. Walking up to the door, he looked amusedly at the rusted padlock on the door. Easily picking the lock on the door, he walked in and took note of the flooring because it was wood.
The problem with wood is that sometimes said wood is very creaky, which will alert the house to his presence if the floor does creak. Even some of the best assassins have had their missions foiled due to simple bad luck with flooring.
Slowly, he seemed to glide on the floor, using a certain grace one can only gain by years and years of practice. Not a single noise was made while he was walking towards the stairs.
He gave a wary glance towards the stairs. The graying wood had small cracks throughout each step. He gave a small sigh at this before testing the first step. Seeing that it made no noise, he took the time to completely feel the amount of pressure he was putting on the first step. Slowly, he put his next foot on the step above with the same pressure as his earlier foot. It made no noise as he quietly made his way up the stairs. Finally reaching the top step, he gave himself a smirk at the effort as he stalked back into the shadows of the walls around him.
As he walked up to a very ornate door he saw a second padlock on it. However, this padlock was much larger and far more difficult to pick. Due to this, he pulled out a specially made lock pick. It was forged to take stress much better, much sturdier than a normal lock pick. He put his favorite lock pick in the padlock and started to move it around.
Minutes passed by, the only noise being a small 'clink' sound each time a part of the lock was disabled. With one last tug, the lock disabled fully and fell off the door. In a quick movement, he caught the falling padlock just before it hit the ground.
The assassin grinned, putting the padlock in his pouch. He opened the door without a sound and pulled out a knife. The knife was longer than the standard dagger and it was covered in a green ichor. It was a paralysis poison, but it was a much higher dosage than his earlier ones. His earlier knives had a smaller dosage on them. It was just enough to keep them still before he could kill them.
This type of poison was of a much higher dosage of the poison. If one were to get hit by this poison, it would render them immobile for over twelve hours.
He slowly stepped his way towards his target as the moonlight beamed through the window. Before he could even think about it, his target opened his eyes. He easily saw him due to the light flowing in from the moon.
Almost instinctually, he threw the dagger at the businessman. It pierced him in the chest, his mouth open in a silent scream. The assassin grinned at his immobile target.
The immobile Elf's eyes showed fear as he walked over to his bed. With a crazed glint in his eye, he raised his second knife up and beheaded the Elf. He raised the head up, grinning manically at the horrified expression on the dead man's face. Using the blood leaking from his neck, he used it to write a note on the wall.
'Astranaar Will Fall!'
He gave a malicious chuckle at the writing before putting the head on the dead Elf's chest.
Another job well done.
In a steady gait, Naruto quickly made his way down the main road towards Astranaar. As he neared his destination, he smelled sweat, alcohol, rusted metal and smoke. Grimacing at the unwanted rush of smells, he jumped up to a high tree. When he reached a high branch, he was able to get a good look at his enemy.
There were dull gray tents scattered throughout the camp; each one was made to hold around three people. There were scattered groups of bandits around, mingling and drinking with their brethren. Campfires dotted around the base with venison cooking on them, the only good scent that he could make out of this base. The bandits seemed to be in an overall good mood, laughing and howling with their respective groups.
Overall, it was a simple base of operations.
However, there was one thing in the camp that made him want to unleash his full power on this camp. He saw a large cage in the far side of the camp, infused with high amounts of mana. This cage wasn't what made his blood boil.
There were many Night Elf women in rags inside of the cage. His eyes narrowed in anger as he smelled the fresh scent of semen nearby it. He quickly ran over towards the cage, hiding in the shadows of a tree above the cage. None of the Elves noticed him as a bandit made his way over to the enslaved Elves. His hand twitched, the small blade coming out.
The bandit gave a grin towards the women who shrunk back at his lustful eyes, "Well... hello there my beauties. Who's turn is it now?"
The elves shared a worried glance towards a smaller Elf who looked away in shame. He grinned, pulling out the key and walking forward towards the cage.
Just as he unlocked it, he felt a small blade pierce his shoulder. He was about to scream in pain, but hand covered his mouth.
"I was going to kill you as a favor for a friend," Naruto said in a cold tone, rage pouring through his voice. He twisted the blade in his shoulder slightly, making the bandit give a strangled yelp, "However, seeing these women caged in here made my blood boil. How you can live with yourself knowing what you are doing to these women is beyond me."
The bandit gave a glare, "Go to hell, bastard."
He stabbed his blade through the bandit's neck as blood squirted out of the wound, "You first."
Without a sound, the bandit's body slumped in his grasp. He dragged the body over to a large bush and dumped it in. He spat on the hidden corpse as he turned to the captured women.
Looking into their eyes, he winced internally at the intense feeling of fear resonating in them. He made no moves towards them yet they still backed away in the cage.
He spoke to them in a calming yet firm tone, "Do not worry. I am here as your protector, and their executioner. I am here so you may live and they will die. To you I am your Guardian Angel; to them I am an Angel of Death."
With that proclamation, two wings burst forth out of his back. One wing was a shining silver as the sparkling appendages fluffed themselves out, small feathers falling to the grass below. The other wing was a sickly black with small black wisps coming out of it. The top of the wing had a long red vein stretching all the way down it.
He quickly made a clone to protect the girls. The clone nodded at the original as he jumped into the trees above. With a short ruffle of his wings, he burst into the air above, gaining the attention off all the bandits below.
"It amazes me how far this world has fallen. You are all scum. You are the epitome of what a person should not be. You rape. You plunder. You kill innocent people. Know that I am not now a Guardian Angel, I am now AN ANGEL OF DEATH!" He exclaimed as a crushing amount of killing intent smashed the bandits below. The powerful energy brought some to their knees and others were even unconscious.
He gave a glare down at the bandits below as he finished a long series of hand seals, "Fire Style: Great Dragon Flame Jutsu!"
After calling the Jutsu out a monstrous fire dragon appeared out of his mouth. It screamed towards the shocked bandits as it collided with the ground. Those close to the collision were instantly burned to a crisp while others outside of the blast radius were heavily burned by the flames.
Unfortunately for the bandits, the large Dragon that decimated their forces was only a setup for an even worse technique. He glared at them, reveling in the look of shock, awe and fear on their faces.
With grim determination he finished a second series of hand seals, "Lightning Style: Kirin!"
As he called the technique out, he manipulated the lightning forming in the clouds above into one large mass of screaming energy. Just before he used the deadly technique, he told his clone to create the strongest barrier technique he could around the captured women. He received a confirmation from his clone as he sent all of the gathered energy into the shocked bandits below.
There was nothing left.
Away from the blast...
'Wow…'
That was the only thing that went through his mind.
When the assassin saw the large dragon come out of the human's mouth, he couldn't help but feel awe as the dragon burned hundreds of bandits around the camp. After that, he saw the gathering of lightning in the clouds above.
He had to get away. However, he wanted to get a good look at the human before he made his escape.
He was a human, tall with spiky blonde hair that had red highlights in them. He wore a black trench coat with a gray undershirt. He saw two blades and an axe on his back, but he couldn't get a clear look at them. He couldn't stay any longer because in another twenty seconds, the enormous lightning bolt would hit the ground.
So he ran.
And he sure was glad he did.
He saw the large mass of lightning hit the ground, absolutely destroying everything within a quarter-mile radius. It was amazing to see such a strong spell up close. As it died down, crackles of lightning spread through the ground.
He was strong, yes. But one thing he surely was not was stupid. He saw that human take down a quarter-mile's worth of land with one attack. He did not want to be anywhere near him. Especially if he were to find out his role in the Astranaar siege.
He was about to turn away, but his battle instincts kicked in as he blocked a downward strike with his dagger. The strike was so powerful that it created a crater underneath his feet. His arm was jarred painfully from the attack as he grit his teeth in pain.
The Human disappeared from above him, suddenly seeming to speed around him all at once. Hundreds of after images of the human appeared all around him as he whipped his head back and forth in shock.
'No human can move like this! It's unreal!'
Just on the verge of panic, his entire world went dark.
Naruto already knew about the rogue watching him before he used Kirin. He couldn't focus on him due to the sheer amount of control it takes to use the powerful jutsu. Just throwing a kunai at the assassin would be enough to disrupt the jutsu, giving the remaining bandits enough time to scatter and disappear.
He couldn't allow them to go back to their raping, plundering ways.
As the blast died down, he decied to go after the assassin. He sped towards him before slamming his blue sword down with force. However, he was surprised that he blocked it with a dagger. Even more so was when he had a clear look at the assassin's face. It was an Undead.
'What kind of dagger could not be bent after I swung my sword full force?'
He decided to end this quickly, due to him really not wanting to fight again. He cast a simple Genjutsu on the assassin, and watched with quite a bit of satisfaction at the fear on his face. Deciding to end his fear, he appeared behind him and chopped him on his neck. He was quickly knocked into unconsciousness as he fell limp to the ground below.
He then came to the decision of killing him or not. While he knew by the stature and look about him that he committed assassinations, he had no solid proof that it was him. A gut feeling was not enough evidence to convict him. He glared down at the living corpse before dropping him roughly to the ground.
At the Night Elves' camp...
The leader of the squad was angry. Why you ask, well;
First, she sees the guards for Naruto passed out under a tree, reeking of alcohol; they'll get a demotion for that. Then the Sabers start fighting over a large piece of high quality meat which was only available in the food store, and now it's dirty and unusable. Then, the squad starts running around like headless chickens to stop the Sabers' brawl. When they finally stopped fighting, she finds out that Naruto is nowhere to be found. Then, trailing him we find a dead night elf and a mutilated Nightsaber with a blanket over her.
That was a tense moment. Did Naruto kill her? Or did he not kill her, and is tracking the murderer?
So many questions, and not enough answers.
After picking up his trail, they found something that was unbelievable.
They saw for what looked to be like a quarter-mile of destruction. There were no trees, no shrubs, no grass. There were a few corpses, but then on top of a little hill was Naruto with… two wings on his back?
One question was going through the tracking party's mind.
'How strong is he?'
All of a sudden, he appeared in front of them. His trench coat was on, waving in the breeze. Seeing him standing there, right in front of all the decimated terrain was surreal to them.
He glanced at them, giving a silent gesture at them. He walked away, towards the farthest end of the destroyed land. They followed him quietly, almost in a trance.
He brought them to the mana infused cage and they all tensed at seeing the captured Night Elves inside. They looked haggard and exhausted as they all smiled at seeing their saviors.
Not knowing the reason they were caged, the leader gave a hostile glance towards him as he elaborated, "This destruction you see around you," he gave a grand motion towards the widespread destruction, "was a base of operations for a siege on Astranaar."
They were shocked at the statement, yet they didn't seem totally convinced. How could they have not heard about the siege?
"The mercenaries kidnapped these women from Astranaar, using them for their 'needs'." He spat out, the first show of emotion in front of them for a while.
Seeing them still not sure he just said, "If you need proof, talk to live witnesses." He said emotionlessly, gesturing towards the women.
With that Naruto ruffled his wings, jumped up, and flew away, back towards their camp. They stood stock still, speechless as he flew away into the skies above.
And cut!
FUCKING FINALLY!
This chapter... was exhausting. There were so many grammatical errors in it...
I spent in total eight hours redoing this chapter...
I'm so fucking tired. Nothing but Denis Leary's 'Asshole' song kept me awake. The uncensored version, for those who want to listen to it.
Alright, that's it. I'm going to bed.
Nighty night.
Sseashark signing out.
