The Forgotten Chieftain's Wife Chapter 12
Battle was joined as chaos erupted.
From about every single direction Orc's burst out of hiding from where they'd been carefully concealed in camouflage awaiting the signal to strike.
Now that they had Blackhand's leeway it's a free for all.
All any of the garrison could do is defend themselves against this barrage of attacks from monstrous creatures like these.
The humans are stuck fighting for their lives, but to the Orcs this is pure sport for them. Especially not that they finally had worthy foes to fight against instead of measly weaklings like those farmers and townspeople they've been gathering.
From his own hiding place Durotan saw how the fight was commencing between their men and the humans. But unlike his comrades his attention was more focused on the Warlock's instead of the soldiers. His eyes diverted to them the very same time Khadgar shouted a spell causing a blast of arcane lightning to shoot from his hand. It struck the Orc charging him full in the chest and sent him flying, most likely now dead.
Khadgar called upon his own magic to manifest an impenetrable shield around him and Medivh. The air shimmered, encasing them in a small, shimmering blue bubble.
Seeing this Durotan charged them only to find he couldn't get through to attack Khadgar when he got near enough for the force field was in his way preventing the remained of his advancement.
Intrigued by this Durotan pressed his hands against the transparent walls of the force field bubble with surprising delicacy as he swept his eyes over the entire thing. Durotan pounded his fist on the blue bubble testing its durability.
Durotan frowned, his brow furrowed in frustration once he realized he couldn't get through and tried again.
Khadgar didn't like that.
"Guardian," shouted Khadgar, voice rising in urgency and panic.
Despite some of their number having falling to the weapons of the humans the Orcs are having a splendid time demonstrated by Blackhand. He easily hefted a squealing warhorse above his head. He hurled the fully grown horse as if it weighed nothing more than a sack of grain into two soldiers. The men died as they were crushed beneath its massive weight.
A female from Blackhand's own Clan, her skin green from the Fel, laughed maniacally at the spectacle.
Rolling his shoulders, flexing muscles, Blackhand released a bellow. This cocky mood Blackhand is in didn't last for very long.
Blackhand went after Lothar after he saw how the human was finding himself on even ground with his own warriors. He went over to deal with him. At one point Blackhand had Lothar on his back and looked quite ready to kill him. Lothar pulled up a new weapon given to him by King Magni at Ironforge.
A boomstick, as they called it in Ironforge.
Lothar immediately discovered the reason why it was declared such a name.
Blackhand made a big mistake when he engulfed the nozzle of the boomstick in a massive palm.
Lothar squeezed the small trigger. The resulting blast extremely deafening and, in regards to Blackhand, devastatingly destructive.
Blackhand staggered backwards, shrieking in agony as he clutched the ruined section of his left arm. Blackhand's entire hand and wrist had been blown to smithereens.
Then Medivh had to go and ruin it for the Orcs just as things were getting good, excluding Blackhand's setback.
Medivh pulled out of the trance he had fallen into while staring at the Fel. He finished the chant he had started. The instant he was done Medivh slammed his hands into the earth. His power seeped in blazing blue lines from him across the battlefield. Each Orc the lines touched met a grizzly fate.
The Orcs who carried the Fel dropped their weapons and started to convulse screaming and gasping for breath. Jagged, spindly fingers of green light leapt from the Orcs and arched straight to Medivh. Their skins paled considerably, muscles atrophying, and one by one they fell. Their withered remains crumbled lifeless onto the ground. All that's left is rotting corpses spread out all over the place.
"The Fel," said Durotan, looking back and forth from the skin of the dying Orcs to his own.
The only reason he is spared is because he didn't carry the Fel in his veins.
This type of scene tempered the resolve of the humans.
"They're all dying!"
"Only the green ones! Kill that big bastard!"
Now the tables had turned giving the humans the advantage in numbers.
Blackhand called a retreat to the survivors to leave for the Warband.
There would be another day.
Durotan was still standing there in shock and disbelief at what had just transpired.
Grabbing Durotan's wrist, snapping him out of it, Orgrim said "Durotan, move!"
Moving with great haste Durotan and Orgrim leapt onto two horses and galloped into the woods. Others that too were still alive followed their example leaving on stolen horses or their own wolves.
Weakened by this ordeal in using so much of his power Medivh immediately teleported back to Karazhan in order to regain the strength and magical prowess that has been diminished. His work is done for now, but this isn't the same thing for the others.
Determined to catch a prisoner Lothar gave chase with a pair of knights. Not before berating Khadgar for losing his horse to one of the creatures.
Khadgar was left alone to examine the bodies of the beasts while the others were more spread out as the members of the garrison left behind tended to the wounded and prepared the dead to be brought back to Stormwind.
Durotan crouched low over the stolen riding beast he'd taken from the humans, his huge hands on its head as he directed its flight away from them. He knew the humans were in pursuit and is adamant about not getting caught or anymore of his own Clansmen to fall at their hands. Already too many lives had been lost at the hands of the warriors and even more by the Warlock. As one of the Chieftain's it is a risk he refused to take.
Durotan detected movement from the corner of his eye, but it wasn't from one of the Smallteeth like he first assumed.
Garona.
The half-breed is linked to a heavy chain, bound to one of the dead that had the Fel pulled out of him. She was struggling to break the chain casting fearful glances in the direction of where the battle had been fought.
If left behind abandoned then Garona would surely perish at the hands of the Smallteeth on her own.
Lyanna would never forgive him if he allowed that to be her fate. Out of love for her and respect to the friendship the two women had for each other Durotan would not let that happen.
Durotan redirected the horses path to Garona, removing Sever from his back.
Seeing him coming Garona ceased her attempts of escape grasping the chains leading to her collar.
The two stared at each other for a few passing moments.
Sever then lived up to its name. He lifted the great war axe and brought it crashing down onto the iron chain.
It broke easily. Garona is no longer bound by it even while still wearing the collar on her neck and shackles at the wrist.
"No," exclaimed Garona, spinning around and running in the direction of where the enemy was coming from.
Durotan watched her go with a grim expression of grave understanding on his face. She would rather perish in the heat of battle instead of returning to the Warband as a slave. Knowing how badly Lyanna had suffered at the hands of Gul'dan when she was with him, Durotan would not deny her this. He could only wish her safe passage in death to the spirits as a true Orc.
Khadgar is completely mesmerized by the state of the creatures body's after the Fel was extracted from them. Similar to the bodies at the barracks there were minimal traces of it now, but the presence of the Fel is certainly more than confirmed. No one can deny it any longer at this point no matter how much they wanted to. Not even the Kirin Tor.
Khadgar began to chant a spell to further his own personal investigation when the sound of rustling in the underbrush behind and the rapid approach of jangling chains switched his focus in the middle of it. Khadgar whirled around with his hands outstretched, fingers splayed.
Garona then came barging out of the thick bushes, skidding to a halt when she saw Khadgar standing there.
Garona growled menacingly launching herself at Khadgar to rip his throat out with her teeth.
Khadgar shoved hard striking her with his spell.
Garona was instantly caught in it now pinned to a nearby tree. Not able to break free Garona snarled down at him.
Unyielding in his focus, Khadgar called "Over here!"
All who heard came at Khadgar's summons with their swords drawn just in case.
Lothar had returned with one of the Frostwolves lying unconscious on the back of a fallen soldiers horse, restrained and unconscious.
Every single one of them now got a good look at the new captive.
"You took it alone," questioned Lothar, appearing slightly impressed by Khadgar's achievement.
Nodding, Khadgar said "Yes."
"Looks like the runt of the litter," teased Lothar, smirking at him.
Khadgar rolled his eyes.
Lothar's leer soon vanished when he noticed something on the female prisoners hand. Handing the reins of the horse holding his own captive to his son Callan he moved to get a better look.
Garona bared her teeth at him in a warning, but Lothar took no heed of this.
Lothar's eyes were locked intently on the ring Garona bore on her finger. More particularly at the insignia and the jewels that were carved and placed onto it. He would recognize this ring anywhere in spite of not having seen it for over three years.
"Dad," said Callan, uncertainty in his voice.
An uneasy paused commenced afterwards.
"Commander," said Varis, head cocked as his own gaze traveled back and forth between his commanding officer and the captive.
Finally, the hostility in his eyes reflecting that in Garona's own, Lothar said "Prepare the prisoners for transport. We're heading back to Stormwind."
King Llane must be informed of this new development. At last after over three long and grueling years they have some kind of sign of Lyanna.
The Princess may still yet be alive.
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