Rock You Like A Hurricane.

The silence was broken by multiple magi from several races appearing around them, a look of concern and terror on each of their faces.

"Deathwing has come," Alexstrasza stated flatly. "Report!"

"Blackrock Mountain stirs" the human mage said quickly. "Ragnaros is active again."

"The Twilight's Hammer is amassing east of Grim Batol," the Dwarven representative exclaimed. "Ogres, dragons, and other monstrosities have been spotted amassing there."

"Tidal waves!"

"Earthquakes!"

"Landslides!"

"Hurricanes!"

"Firestorms!"

Each natural disaster, added together with the evident escape of Deathwing from Deepholm, spelled out what Uther now faced, and it was far beyond anything he could have imagined.

'How can anything be worse than this?' He asked the Lich.

'-Do not mock me 'Lightbringer', what I said is true… Something worse comes for this world.-' The Lich hissed. '-This threat is limited, what comes for Azeroth is without limit.-'

'The Legion?' he asked, but he knew that no other force he'd heard of matched the Legion, it had to be the only 'incoming' threat that dwarfed Deathwing.

'-Yes 'Lightbringer', my former master has his eyes set on this world, and longs to set it aflame.-' The Lich said sweetly, making Uther shudder slightly.

"My queen, what would you have me do?" Uther asked, seeing that the queen had fallen silent, as well as wishing to focus on the current crisis.

"Stop him!" Alexstrasza stated, but quickly walked a short distance away with Ysera and spoke privately.

"Orders my lord?" The Orc asked.

"Spread the word," Uther said, facing the new arrivals. "All races are to unite in this hour of need. We must contain whatever forces rise up against us, help those affected by the disasters, and at no point give into fear or despair."

"Yes Lord Uther!" they all said quickly, before teleporting away.

"Queen Alexstrasza? Are you alright?" he asked as he cautiously approaching the two Dragonflight leaders.

"I thought I'd have more time," she said quietly. "You have only just killed Malygos, and now this… We should have had more time, I needed more time."

"Time is not constant sister, it is in constant flux" Nozdormu said, suddenly appearing at her side. "Be thankful that the full picture is laid before us."

"Indeed. The messengers have shown us what forces Deathwing has summoned to aid him," Ysera said, trying to sound positive. "The Twilight's Hammer and the Fire Lord are his main two weapons; the natural disasters are a clear bi-product of his escape from Deepholm."

Suddenly two figures appeared behind Uther.

"The elements are in chaos!" Thrall stated, moving up beside Uther and forming a circle with his companion, Hamuul Runetotem.

"Fandral has abandoned his charge." He stated.

"Your shamans must do what they can to heal the elemental imbalance Thrall," Alexstrasza stated, seeming to snap back to attention. "Uther! You and your companions will face the physical problems that my brother has wrought, first the Fire Lord, then the Hammer, and then…"

"And then you will return to the Caverns. In order to defeat Deathwing, you will need to traverse the timelines once more," Nozdormu stated. "Only that way can we end this insanity once and for all."

"I understand," Uther said, bowing his head slightly. "If I might be so bold, there is something else we can do."

"What is it, my lord?" Alexstrasza asked.

"If Ragnaros is free, then perhaps we should get the support of the three other elemental lords," Uther suggested. "Thrall, make contact with Nepultion, Hamuul, speak to the wind lord, and the earth lord. If we can get them on our side, before Deathwing gets them on his, we can end the threat of Ragnaros and perhaps be more prepared for the Legion's return."

"What?" Thrall exclaimed.

"Is that what comes for us?" Ysera asked, and Uther nodded.

"It slipped up in its jibes, and has revealed what is coming that it fears so much, and it pains me to agree with it. Deathwing pales in comparison to the minions of Sargeras." Uther stated.

Suddenly a raven landed beside Uther, and quickly swirled up into the form of a man in dusty brown robes and a tall wooden staff.

"Right you are Lightbringer, the Legion are coming, and only together can you stop them." The man said confidently.

"Guards, arrest this man, and lock him up in a windowless cell!" Uther yelled, drawing his swords. "This man is not to be trusted!"

The large Ruby drakonids moved in and grabbed the figure by the arms, before dragging him away.

"You will need me, I know…" the man said as he was dragged away, before one of the drakonids silenced him.

"My lord?" Alexstrasza asked, seeming concerned by his sudden actions.

"That man… is the one responsible for the Orcs arriving on Azeroth in the first place; he is not to be trusted." Uther said coldly, quickly banishing the anger from his mind. "Dead men are not trustworthy."

'-Hypocrite.-' the Lich hissed. '-Though I am no man.-'

There were several tense moments of silence before Thrall spoke up.

"We will deal with the Legion later, for now Deathwing is our only concern." He stated. "I will speak with the water spirits, and hope that the Tidehunter will listen."

"I will travel to the Thousand Needles, and beseech the wind lords to ally against Deathwing," Hamuul stated. "I shall ask Malfurion to make contact with the Earth Mother, though the Kaldorei have more pressing concerns with Staghelm's dissapearance, and another 'internal matter'."

"I will face Ragnaros once again, but this time I will ensure he goes back to the Elemental Plane," Uther stated, sheathing his blades.

"Spirits be with you Lightbringer," Thrall said, before he and Runetotem were teleported away.

"What's going on?" Sylvanas said, rushing up into the throne room, followed by her sister. "We just saw two drakonids dragging a man down to the vaults."

"That is a matter for another time," Nozdormu stated, before seeming to float away into nothingness.

"Deathwing has returned, we are heading out to deal with his support," Uther explained.

"The Twilight's Hammer cult, and Ragnaros." Ysera explained.

"Ragnaros? Again?" Sylvanas exclaimed.

"We defeated him, but we did not banish him to the Elemental Plane," Uther said quickly. "We knew he would return, but I did not think it would be with Deathwing, I would have thought that Ragnaros murdering Nefarian would make them enemies."

"My father likely promised the fire lord revenge against us," Onyxia stated, standing at Uther's side.

"Will you be alright my dear?" Alexstrasza asked.

"I will not let my father destroy this world; I know that his views are mad and that he must be stopped." Onyxia said coldly. "I will do whatever my lord commands to help save this world."

"But he's your father…" Vereesa began, but Onyxia cut him off.

"He stopped being my father when Uther resurrected me, I am more than him now!" she said boldly.

"That is good, now you must hurry before Deathwing causes more chaos!" Alexstrasza said urgently. "Go with my blessing, and save this world from the World-Breaker."

"Yes my queen!" the heroes said.

"You're not going alone!" a voice said, and they turned to see a familiar group of heroes standing around another familiar dragon.

"Ysondre!" Sylvanas said excitedly, hugging the disguised emerald dragon tightly. "You're okay!"

"Thanks to your lord Uther and Jaina I am," Ysondre smiled. "And I am able to fight at your side once more!"

"And you will not be alone," Falstad smiled. "If Azeroth is threatened, than the Alliance will defend it."

"Go! You can talk on the way to Blackrock Mountain!" Alexstrasza urged.

Onyxia and Ysondre leapt off the tower and transformed, with Uther, Sylvanas, Vereesa and Jaina leaping on to their backs. The other heroes flew in formation beside them, astride proud Gryphons

"We fight together again, but against an even greater foe," Muradin yelled.

"And this time the world is at stake," Uther stated, leading the heroes south-east, as the sky darkened overhead.