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The Lion of Azeroth

Chapter Five

In that one night after the meeting with King Magni, Lion El'Jonson knew almost everything there was to know about the military capabilities of the Alliance. Those who taught him of them were amazed at his speed of learning, acting most like a sponge around water, just absorbing the knowledge of everything around him. He read whole tomes in minutes, filing away all the information to be brought up at later times.

By the time morning came about, he had already made a plan to take over Azeroth. It would be monumental effort given the technology he had at his disposal, but he knew he would be able to manage it. He would first need to secure the Eastern Kingdoms which was where the bulk of their military force rested. Two armies would head out, one from Stormwind to expunge the Horde from Stranglethorn Vale and one from Ironforge up to the Thandol Span, so as to stop the Horde from encroaching into significant Alliance territory, once that was accomplished, the Alliance would then push northward, forcing out all of the wretched Forsaken and traitorous Blood Elves.

As Jonson swam in his own thoughts, a gnome knocked on the entrance to the room Jonson was in.

"Milord, King Wrynn has arrived in Ironforge and is requesting an audience with you." The small gnome sputtered out, clearly terrified of Jonson's stature.

"Thank you gnome. Now if you would be so kind, may you please guide me to him?" Jonson said this as benignly as possible, not wishing to scare the gnome any more than he already had.

Varian Wrynn always knew that one day the Horde's reign of terror over the citizens of the Alliance would end, and he was thrilled to hear that a man had come which had finally united the Alliance in a clear goal. From what the messenger told him, the man was a giant, taller than anything he had ever seen, clad in the most artfully crafted armor of black and gold. Wrynn did not believe everything about the man that was said, holding it mostly to exaggeration. Suddenly a knock came on the door.

"King Wrynn, Lion El'Jonson is here to see you." A guard of his announced, a slight tremor in his voice.

Varian thought nothing of it as he told the guard to let him enter. As he finished the sentence a great mass completely filled the frame of the door, blacking all light from entering. As the figure stepped closer, Wrynn saw that everything that was said about Jonson was true in every sense of the word. After what seemed like an eternity of staring at the armoured gargant, he managed to speak.

"Lord Lion El'Jonson, I am Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind, the last bastion of human strength on this world. It is my understanding that you seemed to have convinced most of the factions to join you, how you did that is a wonder to me, accomplishing in less than an hour what I had been working on for months. And for that you have my eternal gratitude."

The Primarch was sizing Varian Wrynn up. He was clad in dark blue and gold armour, with two finely crafted swords dangling from his sides. A warrior-king Jonson thought to himself. This was a man which would not hesitate to be right in the thick of battle on the frontline, risking his own life for his soldiers.

"I am pleased to meet you King Wrynn," as Jonson said this he bowed "it warms my heart to see that men not under the control of the Imperium still take up arms and fight the xenos. In due time this planet will be free of the clutches of the greenskin and humanity may then live in peace."

With that, Lion El'Jonson and Varian Wrynn entered a deep discussion about the upcoming war and how it would be waged. They both agreed on the same plan that Jonson had thought of earlier, then thought of how to leverage the other factions into the war. From what Wrynn told Jonson, it seemed like waging the war would be the easy part. As their meeting drew to a close, King Wrynn asked one of his guards to give him a package. King Wrynn then passed it to Lion El'Jonson.

"Jonson, what I am about to give you means very much to the people of Stormwind. It belonged to our greatest hero, Anduin Lothar. He was the man who raised me like a son and taught me the ways of war. He lead the Alliance against the Horde and although he was slain, he was successful in riding the world of the Orcs, albeit temporarily." Varian said this with a tone of reverence, out of great respect to the fallen hero.

"To you I give you his sword, Ashkandi, the Greatsword of the Brotherhood. It is a blade of artful craftsmanship and enchanted by my finest mages to cut through armour as if nothing is there. I give you this blade knowing that you will fulfill the dream that Lothar had, of a world free from the clutches of the Orcs."

As Varian was talking, Jonson opened the wrapping on the package. A great sword resided inside and with great tenderness Jonson lifted it. As Jonson examined the blade, he knew this was crafted as finely as an Imperial powersword. The blade held a faint blue glow, no doubt being the enchantments that Wrynn had talked about. It was a massive sword, but he weighed it in one hand. It was perfectly balanced, and it felt perfect in his hand. The only other weapon that felt this natural to him was the Lion Sword, but that was a lost relic now.

"King Wrynn, words cannot express my gratitude at this gift you have given me. I swear to you until my dying breath I will fight to fulfill the dream of Anduin Lothar, no matter the cost." As Jonson said this, he bowed deeply, honoured by the weapon he had been granted.

The rest of the week passed uneventfully, with Jonson having frequent visits with King Wrynn. Finally though, all of the leaders of the Alliance arrived in Ironforge, to discuss the topic of war. It was agreed upon that Lion El'Jonson would not be allowed into the talks, mainly due to the fact that his size would intimidate everyone who disagreed with him. So to keep things fair, he had to wait outside.

The hours dragged on as Jonson waited outside the throne room, his mind racing through the possibilities. If they were to not go to war what would he do then? Would he wage a one man war against both factions? He had no doubt he could cause much damage but eventually he would be laid low. As he pondered this, the doors finally cracked open, and the leaders walked out of the room.

"So what is the decision?" Jonson asked impatiently.

"We have decided to go to war." This response came from a human female, wearing a deep purple cloak and wielding a staff. "However, before war is declared we will first offer the Horde a chance for peace. We will give any members of the Horde safe passage to the Dark Portal and allow them to move to the Outlands. If all members of the Horde do this there will be no need for war."

Jonson was pleased with this. If the horde all left, countless humans lives could be saved. If not, they would go ahead with his plan.

The woman continued, "To head the party which will bring this offer to the Horde, I Jaina Proudmoore will attend, along with Varian Wrynn and Lion El'Jonson. I will open a portal to Orgimmnar so we may give the Horde this offering. While there I ask you that you do not needlessly enrage them, it will make this all the harder."

The woman, who called herself Jaina then began to chant and a portal appeared before here. It was most convenient Jonson thought, her being able to do this. Slowly, following Jaina's example he stepped into the portal.

The sight that greeted him on the other side was not pleasant. Armoured orcs quickly circled the group, holding their axes ready to strike. While Jonson had no doubt he could easily dispatch all of the greenskins, he knew he should not, knowing it would hurt their efforts. A hole then appeared in the armoured circle and a brown skinned orc stepped through.

"What is the meaning of the intrusion?!" The orc spat, his tone full of malice and hate.

"We come to you with an offering of peace Garrosh." Jaina said this coolly, even so, he could see Varian's hands were wandering towards the hilts of his swords.

Jonson stepped forwards, his voice booming, "It is time humanity retakes this planet from you greenskins. However before we declare war against you, we come with a deal. We will grant any of your members safe passage to the Dark Portal and to the Outlands. Any who take this offer will be spared. Any which resist shall die."

Garrosh yelled, pure rage and hatred oozing from his every word, "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE HUMAN? YOUR KIND IS ALL WEAK! NOTHING CAN STAND AGAINST THE HORDE! GUARDS SEIZE THEM!!!!!"

The guards quickly approached and grabbed Jaina and Varian but were unable to get a hand on Jonson. With lightning reflexes, his hand shot out, grabbing one of the orcs by the head. He lifted the orc off the ground effortlessly, and spoke, "Release my companions." His voice boomed through the room but he remained calm, knowing he could not lose the leaders of the Alliance. The orc in his grasp was flailing, smashing it's axe against his breastplate, having no effect.

Slowly, the guards backed off, letting Jaina and the King go. With needing to be told, Jaina started to create a portal to Ironforge so that they could leave this accursed place.

"Now listen carefully greenskin. You have one month to make up your mind. If you do not take our offer at the end of it, my wrath will befall you and your entire damnable race. I will see to the destruction of everything your species holds dear. I will personally kill every single one of your kind so that they will never haunt this place again." As he said the, the orc in his hand stopped fighting. All eyes were on him and he knew what he had to do.

"Jaina, King Wrynn, go through the portal. I will meet you on the other side."

The moment they disappeared into the shimmering void, Jonson said darkly, "Let this serve as a warning." With that there was a sickening crunch as the head of the orc Lion El'Jonson was holding was crushed, covering Jonson's hand in blood and gore, the lifeless corpse dropping to the ground. He the spat on the corpse and watched as his saliva ate through the xenos body.

With that, he turned and disappeared into the portal.