AN: Welcome back to Naruto: Azeroth Chronicles!

So, I looked back at my earlier chapters. And I'm being completely honest is that I cringed at each paragraph on each chapter. Compared to later chapters the ones earlier are pretty pathetic.

There's a good reason why my first chapter has a ton of views but as each chapter comes out they decrease by HALF. Literally, I had 30,000 views on my first chapter and the second had 14,000.

I'm going to make an effort into completely redoing the earlier chapters, and the biggest change will be that it will all be in third person. No more of the 'Me' and 'I' things.

The only chapter that will be in first person will be Chapter One. From then on it will be Third person.

When I say redo, I don't mean plot wise. I'll put it this way: there are sentences that have six commas in one sentence. SIX commas. I must have been trippin' on imaginary LSD to write that badly.

It's gotten to the point where I have trouble reading my own work. So be ready for some big changes soon.

Disclaimer: I'm tired of copying and pasting the same disclaimer over and over again. If I owned Naruto or Warcraft I would be swimming in gold coins and bathing in a silver shower. I would have a statue of myself in 48 karat gold in front of my six story mansion and my hotel would house people the likes of Bill Gates.

…Sorry. It's four A.M. right now and I haven't had a cappuccino since last morning.

But yeah, here's the chapter.

Chapter 15

The Arch Druid

It was a warm day at the sandy beaches of Darkshore. Unlike the usual days in Auberdine, the sun was shining bright out. Nature itself seemed oblivious to the epic battle that ended only hours ago.

Or, was Nature celebrating? The sun may be breaching the dark clouds just for the fact that the titan of a monster, Deathwing the Destroyer has been defeated.

Regardless of either option, we find ourselves now looking at the unconscious form of one Uzumaki Naruto, haphazardly laid out on the sandy shores.

His eyes slowly opened and he groaned, small grains of sand and seawater flowing into his mouth. He spat the offending grains out with a grimace.

He slowly raised himself up, giving a grunt in effort as he brought himself to stand. Just as he rose to his full stature, thousands of cuts appeared on his body, evidence of being in the middle of one of his signature Rasenshuriken.

Blood spurted out of him in all directions as he gave a small yell in pain and collapsed to his knees.

This was not a good reaction, as sand seeped its way into his exposed, cut up knees. He grunted at this as his Demonic Regeneration quickly started to heal all of the injuries.

Almost magically, all of the cuts and gashes slowly weaved themselves back together; the muscle and bones quickly mended themselves as the skin closed around it. Blood was spattered on the sand nearby from both himself and the extra sand that was pushed out of his body. While his external damage was healing, his insides were another story.

Quickly assessing the damages, he grimaced. His heart had a small cut, his right lung was punctured, his smaller intestines had small cuts all throughout it and his kidneys suffered minor damage.

One would think he would be panicking at this. Yet, Naruto had already once experienced this when he was in a training spar with his clones. He wasn't fully matured at that time and thought, Man, what would happen to me if I took a Rasenshuriken?

So, in what could be described as infinite wisdom, he decided to tell his clones to chuck one at him. He flinched as he remembered that time. It was one thing to be in the area of a Rasenshuriken, it's another to be the person taking the full blow.

He was in a coma for two weeks, his regeneration healing all the damages.

He was lucky. If his regeneration was anything less than it was, he could have said goodbye to life and all of its pleasures.

Yet, there was one move that he knows that would utterly obliterate everything and anything…

…At the cost of the entire side of his body.

The Rasenkamikaze.

So much chakra is used to do this jutsu that whichever side of the body he used it on would literally explode from the gathering of chakra on it; the sheer amount of chakra overloads whichever side it is used on. Even after all the years of training his muscles, he doubted that even he could withstand the incredible amount of chakra that would flow through his body.

It was truly, his last resort technique.

He shivered at remembering the only time he ever used it. The one battle that drew a tie between them.

He and the Shinigami himself fought.

He was fighting to keep the life he had as an immortal intact, and the Shinigami was fighting to be rid of him, as, in his mind there shouldn't be immortals in the world today. He had done nothing wrong, straying away from humanity and life in general, yet the Death God decided that one of such power like him should not be allowed to exist.

The battle between them tore up the landscape in Feudal Japan. Acre beyond acre of land was shredded and mangled beyond repair, the soil itself unable to grow any type of greenery. Every move he threw against the Shinigami was either blocked or countered. Some of his Jutsu wounded the Death God, but none of them did enough lasting damage. No matter what he used, the God would only come out slightly scathed.

On the flipside, the God did little damage to him. Naruto was far too agile for the God, weaving through each attack with a feline's grace. The God was a tank; he had immense reserves and could shrug off all damage done to him. With all this power and strength he did little to advance his speed and agility; he could take anything anyone could throw at him

After a week's worth of fighting, Naruto finally made a mistake.

His mind and body were screaming for relief, the battle making him more fatigued than he ever thought possible. After dodging a slash and ducking from a swipe of his claws, the God feinted to the right before scoring a clean stab through his body.

In a desperate maneuver, Naruto wrapped a Demonic claw around the Shinigami's midsection numerous times, the vile chakra spooling around him. This action ended up pulling the God up to him, causing the soul-sucking blade to stab even further into his body. With this action he was fighting two battles; one for his soul and the other for his life.

He raised his arm into the air before gathering the massive amounts of chakra needed for the Rasenkamikaze. The Shinigami could do nothing but twist the blade around, trying to throw his concentration on keeping the jutsu stable off.

It hurt. By Kami it hurt. The soul devouring powers of the blade along with him twisting and turning the sword in his body caused him pain beyond belief. Yet he kept going, holding his concentration as he finished the last amounts needed for the Rasenkamikaze.

With a yell, he slammed his technique into the God and everything went white.

As he blurred in and out of consciousness, he looked at the God, who was standing firm only ten paces away.

Well, the God of Death lost his right arm, a good portion of his torso and a chunk of his right leg, so he didn't come out unscathed.

For a few minutes, the Death God just stared at him. Nothing was said between them; there was no need to. The epic battle between them caused both to learn about each other, both life wise and battle wise. The Shinigami saw how hard eternal life was for the blonde, how he thought it was nothing but a curse. He saw the pains he went through, how hard it was for him to watch people around him age and die while he stood stock still at his prime.

At the same time, Naruto learned the stress that came from being the God of Death. The God waged a constant battle between guiding the deserving souls to heaven and fighting those who were to go to Hell. It was not a battle of the physical sense; it was an emotional response. The Shinigami…hated his responsibly.

And he couldn't blame him. While he could disassociate himself from the world, the Shinigami could not. He couldn't imagine spending every waking minute guiding souls to their respective worlds. He would hate that position, waking up every day wondering how many dead people he would have to help next.

Both had a mutual respect for each other, but the Death God had his mind made up and prepared to eat his soul. He closed his eyes, waiting for the ritual to begin.

It never happened.

A comforting presence washed over him, almost like a warm hug spreading across his form. He was slowly fading into unconsciousness, and all he saw was what looked like an angel, standing in between the Shinigami and him.

They argued, but it was inaudible to him. He couldn't hear nor feel anything, just lying there, one half of his body completely obliterated.

He finally fell to unconsciousness, the aura of safety giving him enough peace to rest his mangled, broken body.

He didn't know how long he was out, but he woke up completely fine in his cave, almost as if nothing happened.

He later found out that the 'angel' who saved him was actually Kami, who protected him by forcibly enlisting him into being her Avatar. If the Shinigami were to continue with the ritual, it would be an act of war between heaven and hell, something neither wanted.

The people alive at the time attributed the huge span of damage to a fallen God, slamming his power down on the Earth in a revenge-filled rage for the Gods above who banished him.

That was how he became Kami's servant.

He was brought out of his memories when he felt his rib being pulled out of his lung. The pain was atrocious; the bone was agonizingly slow in its progress. He coughed heavily, worsening his condition as the extra strain on his lungs made the pain increase tenfold.

While the cut on his heart didn't seem too bad at face value, an injury to the heart is not something to be ignored. The regenerative chakra slowly seeped towards the heart. If it travelled too fast to get to the heart it would speed up his heart rate to extreme levels. Already his heart rate was high due to his punctured lung; he didn't need it to be higher. Due to the slow speed of the demonic chakra flowing towards his heart, the corrosive chakra burned his bloodstream. He collapsed to all fours as his body writhed in pain.

Luckily, the wounds on his small intestines were easily healed, being just scratches on them. It was very little problem for his healing properties to dissolve the blood and heal the cuts. And, like his intestines, the small cut on his kidney was of little problem. The pain that came with healing those paled in comparison to those of his heart and his lungs.

A few agonizing minutes later, the pain receded, signaling that his heart was healed and his rib was out of his lung. He took many deep breaths, recuperating from the pain of all of his internal injuries being healed.

As he regained control of his breathing and the pain receded, he decided to check himself over, to check the status of his armor.

Funny thing was, there was no armor. Every bit of clothing he had was torn up by the blast. His armor, his pants, his underwear, everything was shredded. Sighing, he unsealed a pair of pants he picked off of a bounty hunter that had to gall to fight him.

The Knights looked at him oddly when he took off the guy's clothing, leaving him there in his underwear, but he didn't have any clothing available other than his armor so he decided to take his.

He looked down and saw his glyph sitting conveniently on the ground next to him. He looked at the glyph oddly; of all the places for his glyph to land, it landed right next to him…? Weather it was divine intervention of just dumb luck, he was glad. That glyph had all of his hard-earned cash in it.

He cracked his neck and rolled his shoulders as he decided to check on Sventar.

'Sventar, you there?'

All he head was a loud snore back. He sighed as he trekked towards the forest to find Deathwing's hopefully unconscious corpse.

He didn't want to deal with Deathwing again, even if he could only talk.

After all, that was all he could do as well.

One Hour Later

It wasn't that hard to find Deathwing. All he had to do was follow the long path of smashed trees that Deathwing hit on his way down from the blast.

As he cut through the last bits of branches and brush that fell from the trees, he now found himself over the bloody, smashed up form of Deathwing in a clearing deep in the murky forests of Darkshore.

He unsealed a large scroll before rolling it out on the ground below. He wrote a series of complex seals on it, the specialized ink glowing slightly before fading to its original dark form. Gathering his chakra, he made a long series of hand seals before smashing his hands on the symbol, saying, "Sealing Jutsu: Demonic Stasis"

With that, the giant being glowed a bright light and disappeared into the seal. The seal radiated an ominous red before receding to its earlier, beige-colored form.

Sighing, he trudged his way back to Auberdine. He never noticed a Shade staring sternly at him as it disappeared into the dark brush behind it.

Outskirts of Auberdine

Casually walking towards Auberdine, he took in the peaceful sights around him.

It seems that no matter what obstacles present themselves, Nature always prevails. Darkshore, despite all the damage caused by the titanic battle seemed even stronger after the defeat of the monstrosity that was Deathwing.

He quietly contemplated what the Flights would do about Deathwing.

Honestly, he had no idea. If it was up to him, he would kill Deathwing for good. He was a menace to society, and if he were to be locked up, somebody, at some point and time would release him.

While not on the same scale, the same happened to Illidan, all the way back when the Burning Legion first entered Azeroth. Even if Deathwing was sapped of all his power, he would find some way, some crack in the defenses to exploit and disappear into whatever hole he was first in, never to be seen again until he comes back to renew his path of destruction.

He had enough of criminals getting away, no matter their sentence.

He was taken out of his musings from numerous footsteps coming from behind him. He tensed as he turned around slowly, hands flexing.

He relaxed though when it was a Night Elf patrol coming towards him. There was an odd silence between them, the Night Elves not knowing what exactly to say. After all, he just won a battle between two titans; what are they supposed to say?

"What could a squad of soldiers like you need with little ol' me?"

The dry humor seemed to lessen the tension as the leader of the patrol stepped forward, "We were ordered to bring you to Darnassus. Our leader would like to speak with you."

He wanted to laugh at them, talking to him like nothing really happened. Honestly, were they seriously trying to assert control over him after what he just did?

He would not laugh however; he had an image to keep up. All he did was nod stiffly as they began their trek back to Darkshore.

Auberdine

Docks

Naruto walked onto the ship and looked up at the crow's nest. Just as he was going to jump up to the nest, he heard a gruff voice behind him, "Every time I see you, you don't have a shirt on."

"Sorry Captain, it's hard to not get your clothes ripped apart after the battle's climax. After all, I was fighting Deathwing." He deadpanned, a slightly annoyed look on his face.

The captain gave a grisly laugh as he turned around, barking orders out at his crew. A cotton shirt was thrown over to him as he quickly slipped it on, nodding in thanks towards the crewman. Naruto turned his head upwards and jumped up to the crow's nest, casually sitting down on the lip with his legs dangling over the edge.

He looked over on his right arm and ran some chakra through it as a red tattoo with Kanji for Weapons appeared. He mumbled, "Unseal: Chopper"

With a puff of smoke, his trusty axe appeared in his hand and he nodded, happy to see that it was in one piece. After attaching it to his back, he said, "Unseal: Daichi"

This time he was not so lucky, as what appeared in his hand were just the hilt and a bit of the blade on it. It looked like three-fourths of the sword broke in the battle, while the rest of the blade and the hilt survived. He frowned at this, but did not throw it away.

The reason for this was that the seals on the Daichi were all over the hilt; the biggest one is the seal that makes the hilt gather the electric chakra and streams it along the blade. It was due to this seal that he could overpower it with chakra without worrying about it breaking.

It took him three years of studying, experimenting and usually getting fried beyond belief before he finally was able to put said seals safely on the hilt. He was not going to waste it so casually like that.

He put the hilt on the floor next to him as he thought back to the weapon that Onyxia gave him and quickly unsealed it. He didn't have a name for it but felt that there was an enchantment on it. Judging by the coldness emitted from the blade, it was either water or ice. His best guess would be an ice enchantment and he held up the hilt of the Daichi next to it.

Ice and Lightning, he thought idly, that would be fun. He decided to use a Rune forge, should they have one in Darnassus to see what he gets. Judging by the Demonic look of Sventar's weapon form, he couldn't wait to see what he'd get out of it.

He decided to catch some sleep. It was getting late and he idly wondered when the last time he actually truly rested was.

As a Shinobi, there are two types of 'Rest'. One is Sleep, where the Shinobi completely puts his body in a completely still, peaceful rest. Usually, they do this in a time with no war or battles or when they are being guarded by an ally. The reason being is that when a Shinobi does this they are completely defenseless, something that Shinobi hate.

The other type of Rest is Doze. Doze is when the Shinobi rests his body, yet retains enough consciousness to be aware of the area around them. This was much more used by Shinobi, especially high-class ones like Kakashi. During the War, Kakashi, due to his A-Rank status routinely joked that he never actually slept in the entire war, too paranoid of things like Assassins who could sneak in and take his head.

It was funny, he thought, that Shinobi trained to sleep. He chuckled at that, it seemed like there truly was no rest for a Shinobi.

He did a quick check over himself and decided to rest a bit, to rest his chakra coils so they didn't get overworked. Jumping down onto the deck, he gave a lazy salute to the Captain as he walked into the resting quarters.

Veiled Sea

Three Hours from Darnassus

A small figure, dressed in all black slinked through each shadow of the boat, not even bothering to kill the lowly commoners that were the workers on the boat. He entered the living quarters and grinned, yellow, demonic eyes peering at the wooden door in front of him, the letters VIP engraved on it.

He opened the door with naught a sound, pulling two daggers out as he approached the sleeping figure on the bed.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

The Assassin spun around, coming face to face with his target.

Naruto, disregarding the Assassin, went over to the bed and pulled out a set of pillows made to look like a human form.

"It's funny," he idly studied the pillow-figure, "Should you have stabbed these simple pillows, the ten explosives inside would have utterly destroyed you and this side of the boat. Yet I let you live. Do you know why?"

The Assassin was quiet, only holding his two daggers up in defense.

"It's because I want answers, Demon."

The yellow eyes under the hood narrowed as he threw the cowl off his head. The head, if you could call it that, was completely red with two baleful yellow eyes glaring at him. He had two black horns on his head and his face was in a snarl.

He looked at the demon sternly, "Don't look at me like that, trash. You are going to tell me everything you know about Sargeras, or else I will personally see that you will rot in eternal hell."

The Assassin, seemingly tired of the constant demands charged at Naruto, only to find himself surrounded by six copies of him. Each clone was holding a kunai at all of his limbs, one at his heart and another at his neck.

"All I need is the slightest movement, and you lose a limb. Now, talk."

WARNING. SCENE OF INTENSE GORE AHEAD

SKIP TO NEXT BOLD TEXT IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO READ

Before he could say anything, the Demon gave a horrific scream as he started thrashing around, startling the clones enough to get away. The scream pierced his ears as the Demon flailed around wildly, clawing and punching at seemingly nothing.

Right in front of his eyes, he saw the Demon's dark red skin peeling off. It started at his arms, the skin slowly shredding itself off of his body. It was disgusting to watch as both his arms had no skin left, just tiny little fragments of red skin hanging on by black ichors, presumably its blood. Then his legs started to shed, the bloody skin falling to pieces on the floor. The demon's skinless body flailed wildly, disgusting 'squelch' like noises as he stomped on the bloody skin under him.

Out of all the horrid acts, the worst one to watch was his face. It started with his lips, the skin chafing away slowly. Then his nose quivered as the skin shredded itself off, the pieces falling off onto the now bloody floor. The skin on his forehead dragged itself off, long lines of red skin falling to the floor below.

Instead of a demonic assassin standing in front of him, it was a body of nothing but muscle and bone with no skin left.

Just as he thought it was over, the muscles started to shred right in front of his eyes. The living corpse gave a horrific scream… it was still alive.

The muscles twisted and curved until they shredded themselves into parts, blood spattering the floor and walls around him. All at once, the remaining muscles still intact exploded, sending small pieces of shredded muscle bits flying away. The former demon was still standing, just squirming and twitching in pain.

'Oh my god…'

He was given an eyeful of a demon's bone structure… as that was all that was left.

Two black eye sockets stared at nothing, a dull stare looking at something imaginary right in front of him. The body didn't even seem to register that his bones were cracking in place, disintegrating into nothing but dust.

All that was left was the skull, which fell to the floor in a heap.

GORE OVER

His stomach churned and lurched around in his body. He witnessed all that firsthand. He saw the consequences of failing a mission in Sargeras's mind, and it was…disgusting. Nothing but disgusting.

In a haze-like state, he tried to move his mind from the scene he just watched.

It seemed Sargeras was determined to keep any information about him away from Azeroth, even going so far as to utterly obliterate his subordinate for failing. While he didn't tolerate failure, to completely destroy your subordinate's body like that was…inhumane.

He shoved the whole thing to the back of his mind and made some clones to clean up the mess.

Yep, no Rest for a Shinobi.

Darnassus

Docks

He didn't tell anyone on the ship about the Assassin, there was no need to. He wanted to keep himself low to the world.

Considering that thought, he sighed and shook his head. Too late for that, he thought dryly, I'm gathering a group of Azeroth's best warriors on a quest to kill Sargeras. There can't be too many people that didn't know about him yet.

He walked onto the dock and created a to-do list. First thing to do was to get some new armor. He sighed at that, it cost him so much money last time, now how much would it be?

Just as he was about to enter the portal to get into Darnassus, he heard a whistling noise to the right. He turned his head and saw a cloaked individual looking at him. He waved him over and Naruto shrugged, he could protect himself in case of the cloaked figure attacking him. He leisurely walked over to the cloaked figure, stopping when he reached ten paces away.

The figure took an arrow out of his pocket and threw it, the arrow piercing the ground right in front of him. Naruto kept his eyes on the figure as he turned around and walked away.

When he finally disappeared, he picked up the arrow and took the note wrapped around it. He read it before a puzzled look came on his face.

"Interesting…"

With that, he burned the note and the arrow before walking into the portal to Darnassus.

Darnassus

Temple of the Moon

"Thank you Naruto. The Night Elves are in your debt for saving Auberdine."

Tyrande bowed her head slightly in respect for him, an act that made him feel slightly awkward. He seemed uncomfortable at seeing such a powerful figure bowing to him and gave a hesitant smile, "There is no need for that Lady Tyrande. I was just doing what any good soldier would do."

She shook her head, "You don't seem to understand. If Auberdine were to fall it would cost us thousands to repair along with the money we'd have to pay to clear it out. Plus, it's an important dock where we can import goods between Darnassus and other parts of Kalimdor. Financially, it would devastate us."

She sighed, "On top of that, families of people lived in Darkshore, many of which have relatives here in Darnassus. Emotionally, losing Darkshore would be a crippling blow to us as a race. Yet here you are, saving the day like some children's tale."

His smile faded though, "I was too late to help Thousand Needles, the Barrens, even Booty Bay. They will be crippled for so long after this. I only wish I could have gotten here faster…"

She put a hand on his shoulder and he stopped. He didn't know how, but just by Tyrande's touch was she able to calm him down. Was this the effect that the Head Priestess had on all these people?

"Yes, you were too late to help them. Yet imagine what would happen if you didn't come at all? Deathwing would have rampaged freely throughout Azeroth, causing even more damage to the lands. You saved thousands more from what could have been ten times worse than it was."

He stayed silent as she continued, "All this aside, I have a mission for you, a… personal one. Meet me here tomorrow at dawn."

He nodded, "If I may take my leave," She nodded to him and he bowed before walking out.

One of the priestesses walked up to her, "My Lady…where did he come from?"

The venerable leader was silent for a while, "…Not from Azeroth."

She walked away, leaving a confused priestess behind her.

The Next Day

Temple of the Moon

"Thank you for coming Naruto."

"It is no problem, Lady Tyrande."

Tyrande was silent for a while before saying, "I suspect my Arch Druid of criminal acts."

Naruto was stunned into silence before he gathered himself, "What kind of criminal acts?"

"Conspiracy to overthrow the Government and human experimentation."

"Do you have evidence on any of them?"

"For the first charge, I know he has made several large transactions between members of our Army and Council. We suspect they are bribes, but for an unknown reasons.

"The second charge is more of a personal matter. The Arch Druid has recently shown a passion for understanding all aspects of the Emerald Dream. We do not know where he is getting information from it, only that he spends hours away from society, locked in an unknown location."

Naruto was confused, "How does this pertain to human experimentation?"

She hesitated before answering, "There were two beings that understood the Emerald Dream almost to the level of the Queen of the Emerald Dream herself, Ysera; Cenarius and Malfurion. Cenarius perished in the War but Malfurion disappeared. We only know that he is lost in the Emerald Dream, yet there was a leak that the Arch Druid found Malfurion's physical body and is experimenting on it, trying to find the secrets hidden away in his body."

"And you want me to…?"

"I want you to infiltrate whatever and wherever this secret location is, find out anything you can about his actions and any evidence that points towards him trying to overthrow us.

"You will be rewarded handsomely should you find out any convincing evidence that he is doing these charges."

Naruto paused before nodding, "It will be done."

She let out a light breath of relief. Naruto turned away and walked out, stopping at the stairwell.

"I am sorry, but I cannot be sure that Malfurion is safe and sound. While his soul is in the Emerald Dream, we do not know what kind of things the Arch Druid has done to him, or if he has done anything at all. I am not going to give you false hopes, but I am not going to say he is deceased either. Good day Lady Tyrande."

He walked away, leaving a conflicted Tyrande Whisperwind behind him.

And cut!

About the gore scene, I didn't really know what came over me to write it, but I did. To those who didn't read it, thanks for heeding the warnings and to those who seemed unsatisfied by said scene, I'm sorry if I didn't make it gory enough to your standards.

Once again, a small part of Naruto's past is revealed. There will be bits and pieces throughout the story revealing different aspects on his past.

Not much else to say besides thanks for reviewing last chapter and I hope to get just as many reviews this chapter.

Don't forget; positive reviews are the best inspiration for a writer!

Sseasshark signing out.