With the collapse of Lordaeron's wall, Anduin now stood with a field of frozen corpses as the only thing between him and the city. All about the Alliance forces were in complete disarray, but it was more important for the Alliance to gain a foothold on the other side of the wall; organizing the troops could come after.

"Alliance on me!" Anduin shouted before taking off running towards the gap in the city wall. Immediately Genn was joining Anduin rushing just ahead and several other Worgen joined the king of Gilneas while a whole disparate array of soldiers, Adventurers and others races towards the gap some easily overtaking Anduin, while others struggled to keep up with the king.

Already past the wreckage of the wall, the battle inside the wall was fierce and confused. Adventurers of both sides clashed viciously while footmen and Lion's Guard matched blades with Grunts and Queen's Guard. Only the skill and speed of many Alliance soldiers kept them alive, and even then that wasn't proving to be enough as various dark magics from Trollish hexes and Undead curses to Warlocks with summoned demons struck them down. However, the air itself before Anduin split open and Jaina suddenly appeared, already mana gathered in her hands as spells were weaved, and in an instant, walls of ice sprang up, cutting off the surge of Horde reinforcements.

"It appears I arrived just in time. I stand with you, Anduin; however, these walls will not hold for long. Ready your troops." Jaina stated as Anduin observed the adventurers already mobbing up while the footmen slowly gathered themselves into formations.

"Sound advice. We would have been lost without you, Jaina. Sylvanas can't be prepared for this turn of events; if we push her now, it's likely her plans will all fall apart." Anduin then looked to the men gathered around him, raising his voice to a shout to be heard.

"The Horde grows desperate; they may resort to the unthinkable in hopes of victory. But today we will claim our victory and bring Sylvanas the familiar taste of defeat. Genn, you will guard our backs. Remember together as one!" And with that cry, all of the gathered Alliance began to chant.

"Together as one! Together as one!" They all shouted together before Jaina's ice wall collapsed, allowing them to rush forward. Now the Horde's desperation became more prevalent as mortars firing glass spheres full of blight began to land among the Alliance, filling the streets with the accursed gas. But still, as a Draenei archer downed Forsaken soldiers, and Alliance mages broke whatever defenses the Horde attempted to erect, it was quickly becoming obvious to Anduin that the battle wouldn't take long now that they were into the city proper.

The Horde fought with bitter determination and with the Forsaken's machinations behind them. Blight turned the streets into a maze, making both progressing ahead or even following Anduin to reinforce the King more and more difficult. And the Horde sent their champions to contest every street and junction. Anduin was no expert of war, no champion warrior like his father, and no general, but he could see this unfolding. He was almost certain that by Sylvanas's order or not, the Horde outside Lordaeron was now pushing for the gap in the city wall, hoping either to trap him inside or to save their city by stopping the onrushing tide of footmen and more.

But before the idea of doubt could strike Anduin, or any sense of despair could strike those he led, the air before Anduin's force opened up, a darkness like eternal night hanging in the air before them for several seconds before Alleria Windrunner and a whole formation of Gnomish Pounder suits and Spider Tanks. And of course, first to speak was Gelbin, just after the portal completed its work. "Ah, Anduin, there you are. Sorry for running late; this was unfortunately all we could spare to join you after Alleria pinned down where you were."

Anduin could only grin at the High Tinkerer. "I think that's more than enough, friend. It's good to see you." The Gnomes had the only weapon that could pass through the Blight, while whatever concoction the Skaven used that seemed to mimic the Blight could eat away at the armor of these Gnomish constructs that material was short-lived and lacked the ability to control the streets like the Blight did.

"Well, they certainly have been leading you on a confusing course. King Anduin." Alleria began. "From my own scouting and the forces I brought into the city prior, you're about to enter a section where few Horde troops lay. I fear Sylvanas had prepared a trap for you ahead." As she spoke, Alleria laid an arrow onto her bowstring, testing the string with a few tugs before allowing it to go slack. "We must be ready."

Anduin nodded. "Thank you. But I can not be dissuaded now. We have all come too far for Sylvanas's tricks to stop us. We will face whatever is ahead as one."

Alleria nodded. "I will use my power to keep the Horde at bay once we understand the nature of this trap. You may be brave, little king, but you still need others to watch your back."

"Thank you."

Thanquol shuddered. The ritual was nearly complete, and the Skaven knew of the terror that was to come in naught but a short minute as those gathered chanted.'Call my name. Call my name. Call my name. Call my name NOW!'The voice demanded louder than ever in Thanquol's skull. Already a vortex of magical energy had begun to swirl around the prepared ritual, and Thanquol felt his connection to the winds of magic severed by the force beyond draining them into the vortex. A strange ethereal barrier lay atop the Vortex, something the Gray Seer had never seen before, but whatever it was, it meant nothing before his might.

"Эй, староста, аадырыска бу крыска туох баарый? "Бу Сэбилэниилээх Сэбилэниилээх буолуохтаах" диэбиккит. (Hey headman, the hell kind of ritual is this rat pulling now? You said this was supposed to be a weapon against the Alliance.)"The Orc slave-thing that wasted its time pretending to be a mage said in that annoyingly inferior language, which distracted the Headman from telling Thanquol how great Thanquol was, a permanent mark against the damn Orc. Couldn't he see they were in the vital moment?

The Headman stopped whispering praise into Thanquol's ear and doing that scratching thing that felt so good so he could turn to face the orc. "Бу биһиги Алданзолото куораты охсорго ыҥырар сэрии сэбэ. Ону колдун диэн ааттыыр биир баар курдук сананыҥ. Судургутук итэҕэйиҥ, Батол, баҕар, ол кутталлаах буолуо гынан баран, үөрэтэн көрөн баран, туруо диэн эрэнэбин. (It's a weapon we're summoning to strike down the Alliance invaders in the city. Think of it like one of the creatures a warlock summons. Just trust the process, Bathol; it's probably risky, but my own bit of studying I'm certain its going to be worth it.)"

Thanquol just growled at the incomprehensibly stupid exchange between his mindless servants, the depths of what his magic could do surely well beyond their meager understanding. For he was Thanquol, the great-mightiest of all Gray Seers. Still, they had a few other uses despite not taking part in the ritual.

So with a careful paw, Thanquol grabbed the Headman by his cheek and brought the Dead-thing down to his level. "When summoned, we-we run-flee immediately. Yes-yes?"

The Headman looked Thanquol in the eyes for several long seconds before nodding. "Yes, of course, Great Lord Thanquol. I will follow your every instruction. Allow me to make sure the others don't interrupt our work any more."

Thanquol let go of his new favorite slave, and he could sense Boneripper behind them all subconsciously relaxing its primal brain, no longer expecting the order to kill all the worthless slaves around Thanquol. "Yes-yes do whatever." He dismissed the Headman with a disinterested wave of a paw while focusing on the last step of the ritual, the last step he was deliberately delaying until the last possible moment, certainly not out of fear of what will occur the moment the ritual is complete, but what would surely be out of his own pure brilliance.

The Headman then slipped back to the three adventurers who were most tied to his and thus Thanquol's payroll, the most loyal slaves to the greatest Grey Seer to ever exist. "Ол бэйэтэ сүүрэн- көтөн, ыҥырыы эрэ түмүктэнэрин курдук этэр. Мин дьүүллүүрбүнэн, биһиги хонтуруолбут хааччахтаныа. (He says to run the moment this summoning is complete. If I had to guess, our control is going to be limited.)"

The troll behind Thanquol snorted. "Дэн, туох ис хоһооннооҕуй? Биһиги бу кыылы хонтуруоллуур кыахпыт суох буоллаҕына, оннук күүстээх буолуо диэн саарбахтыыбын. (Den, what's da point? If we can't control the beast-ie, I doubt'n it will be all that strong.)"

There was a gagging sound followed by the female undead speaking. "Бугун, лоп Джи, билигин туох баарынан көмөлөһүөҕэ. Чертесь, если это сложно, что имеет нас не убьется, я принять помощь В этих жеден или еще мы уже меня. (Shut it, Lo'jie, anything will help at this point. Hell, if it meant the Alliance doesn't kill us all, I'd take help from Kil'jaeden or one of those other evil Draenei creeps.)"

While Thanquol ignored his moronic minions, he focused and waited. The sounds of the battle were certainly getting closer, and soon strange dark openings in the air unleashed Alliance troops into the courtyard just ahead of the ritual site, and further back the Skaven could see the first signs of Alliance troops fighting in the streets ahead. And one more grand sign occurred. A blood-chilling scream of rage echoed from the northeast, and the barrier over the rift for the ritual weakened, transforming from an invisible wall to something more akin to a net. So Thanquol acted. His tongue bled, and his throat burned as words meant for no natural mouth to say crossed his lips, a foul name coming from the dark, ignored recesses of his mind. And in that moment he felt the musk of fear coming from himself, and he turned to flee, the Headman already a yard ahead with the others just behind him. A panicked glance back gave him the slightest reassurance as the others contributing to the ritual were either slow to flee or frozen by either curiosity or fear, unaware of their now doomed fates. Now Thanquol just needed to survive as the Alliance unwittingly led this doom away from him and freed him from this burden upon his shoulders.

Patrick didn't like the elf summoning the void ahead of him. It was wrong, but he just couldn't bring himself to like her; she was a friend, sure, but the things she used were just wrong. But Anduin and Jaina were both alright with her and using her powers, so Patrick decided not to question her for now; after all, she wasn't doing anything really bad... Yet. So Patrick followed the path the Elf Woman's actions created through the city; her strange void portals past the Blight would allow the Alliance to bypass the Blight, and he would follow after Anduin passed through.

Then finally they were in one of Lordaeron's large courtyards; oddly, the courtyard was lightly defended; the expected Horde array of weapons and soldiers wasn't there. Instead, just adventurers and whatever they had to use stood to fight against the Alliance, but they were overwhelmed by too many Alliance soldiers and too many of those newfangled spider tanks. Before Patrick could even join the fight, the Horde Adventurers broke. Patrick could only race past those few Horde adventurers who wouldn't or couldn't run away from the fighting back to where a red and black swirling hole in the ground suddenly appeared. There were mages around it, so it made sense that it might be a sort of Horde escape portal or something.

Patrick would stop them from using it to escape. Stop them from continuing this senseless war. And so he rushed for the portal that the Mages stood around, their faces ones of fear and worry. And then their faces were gone, their heads rolling into the portal. A new, sudden, massive red arm holding an axe whose blade was larger than Patrick himself was now lodged into the ground, pulling out a massive monster. Looking at it was painful; parts of it were like that time he made two mirrors look at each other, and other parts were all ghosty, and still others seemed solid while all the parts seemed to switch around.

The creature was as large as a pit lord, and at its feet other smaller creatures pulled themselves from the ground holding blades that seemed to both be covered by and yet made of fire all at the same time. Some of those creatures flickered, some had that same ghostly appearance, and others had that odd mirror effect once again. But some instead shattered, turning into a red mist that then was flung fiercely to the north. Most disturbing, though, was that despite not knowing what that mist was, Patrick could name, no, feel what it was: hate, fear, rage, frustration, discipline, strength, killing, death, and yet more sensations that he couldn't even name; that is what that red mist was.

But facing such a monster and the beasts around it, Patrick was not alone. Anduin, Alleria, and Gelbin were already pushed up alongside a whole host of adventurers. Even the Horde's few remaining adventurers were gathered and preparing to battle this beast. And finally its shape settled, a single solid form that glared and fumed down at all those around it as the bloodthirsty demon warriors at its feet already began to array, selecting targets and marking out their foes. And the. It raised its axe, eyes still locked on the group of Patrick, Anduin, Alleria, and Gelbin as it spoke. Yet somehow its voice was something beyond what Patrick could describe.

"Blod For Blodet Gud!—" "He took your home from you, killed your people just for his own pride" "They took everything from you: first Lordaeron, then your sister, your father, your brother, now your son" "You left trusting them, trusting her; you knew Azeroth would be safe as long as you left. You even trusted them with your child, and now it's all in ruins. They look upon you like a monster, even he does, and you dared to put your faith in them" "These adventurers, they'll get praised for this, worshipped as heroes; they get it even when doing what is your daily duty. This time next week they'll be helping some goblin rob a poor farmer or smuggling weapons for some rebels" "Look at you, you're not your father; they all know it; they all think you're too weak, weak of heart, weak of mind, weak of spirit, and they'll never learn, not unless you make them see" "Anduin keeps being too merciful; the Horde should have been ended already. They wasted all their chances before you were even born" "You shared everything, even your name, yet he ruins it by choosing to be evil." "—Hodeskaller for Skallen Tronen!"

The demon only spoke eight words, yet it felt as if so much more had been said, thought burned in Patrick's mind with such intensity that the world seems to glow red with hate. Teeth gnashed, fists clenched around weapons, blood pumped. And then voices roared, and soldiers raced towards the demons with bloodshot, hate-filled eyes; however, the unusually unskilled footmen were all swiftly cut down by blades that seemed to ignore their armor, blades wielded by creatures whose entire being seemed to be dedicated to combat. Elsewhere, men ignored their formations to attack the Horde, or some even struck at their comrades. All while the massive beast rushed towards Patrick, who was more than ready to take out his rage upon this monster.

Thanquol gasped for breath, his paws on his knees while the Headman counted who had gotten away with them. He struggled to keep standing, holding his staff to keep himself standing while the world spun around him, the scent of the musk of fear still keeping his heart racing in panic despite their relative safety. "H-Headman. Get me to Sylvanas-thing we need to leave-flee the city." Thanquol gasped, but the Headman allowed himself to be distracted like an incompetent, instead listening to the orc shouting in his face.

"Бу тугуй, тугуй, туох буоллуҥ? Биһиги, арай, өлөрүөхсүтү ыҥырбыппыт дии? Ол наһаа өйө суох буолбат дуо, Алданзолото суох сэриилэһиэхтээхпит, Легиону тардыахтаахпыт дуо? (What the hell was that thing? Did we just summon a fucking Pit Lord? It's not insane enough to wage war against the Alliance, we had to get the Legion involved?)" The orc roared into the Headman's face while the female undead held him back.

The Undead threw the Orc back, and she growled her response. " Батол, идиот курдук быһыылан. Жуда жуда заботки. Көрбүт- истибит эрэ дьон курдук итэҕэйэбин, бу-үтүгэн түгэҕэр олох киирбэт.(Bathol, calm down; you're being an idiot. That thing wasn't a Pit Lord. Trust me, as the only one here who's seen one, that thing was nothing like a Pit Lord.)" The undead breeder's voice dipped as she spoke, frustrating Thanquol that his slaves were wasting his time.

Now that annoying blue Troll breeder stepped in, frustrating Thanquol more. If only the world would stop spinning or he could catch his breath, he'd beat those disobedient fools for daring to have an interest outside of his orders. "Кертеххун, эн ити килип колдунун ааллыы сатаабаккын, ууну- хаарыаннаах хоьооннорго ааны олох аспыккын. Итиннэ сыһыаннаан сыһыаннаһыыта хайдаҕый?.. Атын уордьан хайдах олороруй? (Kersti, you can't ignore that this isn't like a warlock's spell; we practically opened a gate to the twisting nether. How is the Alliance going to take this... How is the rest of the Horde?)"

"Биһиги кыраммыт демону ыҥырдыбыт уонна Лордерон үрдүнэн суостаахтык дьулуруйарга көҥүллээбиппит. Уонна туох сыаллаах- соруктаах?! (We summoned a damned demon and let it run rampant through Lordaeron. And for what purpose?!)" The orc roared into the faces of the two undead.

The Headman calmly wiped a fleck of spit from his cheek, looking at the orc calmly. "Сирдьит сонуннара номнуо тарҕанан эрэр. Алданс Черноградскай уулаах ааҥҥа аһаҕас порталы хаалларан, лордероҥҥа ыҥырарыгар көҥүллээбитэ. Кини Азерка баар олох- дьаһах кутталын туоратар туһугар Уһук миэрэлэри ылар былааннаах. (News from the Warchief is already spreading. The Alliance allowed one of their Warlock's to summon a demon inside Lordaeron, leaving open a portal to the Twisting Nether. She plans to use extreme measures to seal off this threat to all life on Azeroth.)"

"Оо, дьэ бу ыт толуу чына. (Oh dats a complete load of bullshit.)" With the scream of the blue Troll-breeder, Thanquol considered using his immense power to strike her down.

However, before Thanquol could make up his mind to kill the roaring fool distracting the Headman from his duty of praising Thanquol, the female undead again spoke. "Бу дьикти түгэн тугуй? Эдэр король үчүгэйдик илдьэ барыан сөп этэ да, аҕата хаста эмит уһукка тиэртэ? Кинилэр биһигини утары түмсэн, биллэн турар, сорохтор биһиги курдук Албын- көлдьүн буоларбыт быһыытынан, биһиги хаһан эмэ тэйэр курдук кубулунар бырааптара суох. Биһиги баар буоларбытын, атын өстөөхтөрбүт илиилэриттэн өлөн хаалларыахпыт диэн, кинилэр биһигини өлөрүөхтэрэ. (How is it unbelievable? Their boy king might play nice, but his father pushed the Horde to the brink how many times? They used the gathering as a weapon against us, and of course some of us don't have the privilege of pretending we're ever going to be what the Alliance demands. They'll either kill us for existing or leave us out to die by the hands of other foes.)"

"Ол суолтата суох, демон Алларыйыыны кытта охсуһар, эвакуацияҕа бэлэмнэнэрбитигэр тирэх буолуоҕа. (It doesn't matter; the demon is fighting the Alliance. This will allow us to prepare to evacuate.)" The Headman interjected, and he was followed by a long silence that Thanquol finally could take advantage of.

"Hurry-fast We need to run-flee before the Daemon comes for us. I don't expect the Alliance to stall him for long." Thanquol ordered as Boneripper picked him up, ready to carry him to a place to evacuate.

The female Undead froze. "Тоҕо тугуй, тугуй, ити туох буолар? (Why the hell is that?)"

The Headman turned to Thanquol. "Of course, oh great Thanquol. But what do you mean? We already escaped; there should be more than enough Alliance troops to lead that demon away."

Thanquol snorted in dismissal. "That Daemon marked me, knowing that Thanquol is the greatest-strongest Grey Seer of all Skaven. I could summon him at any time, but-but he would kill me. With this, his mark will fade, but-but he will try to hunt and kill-slay me first." As he spoke, Thanquol got down off of Boneripper, smirking at his vastly inferior slaves.

"- Саргылаана диэкки хаама турда. (You self-serving asshole!)" Suddenly the breeder Undead's cold, bony fingers were wrapped around Thanquol's neck as she lifted his most important personage off the ground. "Ити тварь ыҥырбытыҥ дуо, Алданскайы кытта охсуһар туһуттан буолбакка, бу творьеҕа счету түһэрэргэ туһанаҕын! (You didn't summon that thing to fight the Alliance; you're just using us as fodder to settle that thing's grudge with you!)"

The world dimmed around Thanquol, his focus impossible, the winds too weak to respond to his summons to strike down his sudden would-be assassin. Just how had Blistrox turned one of his own slaves against him so cleverly? "B-bone... Bonerip- ghhk."

And then Thanquol was dropped to the ground, lungs demanding air as he gasped, leading to a coughing fit as his treasonous lungs rejected the air he so graciously gave them. Did that undead breeder poison him, cast a spell on his now traitorous lungs? Thanquol glared at the undead woman being held by her Ork companion and the Headman. Meanwhile the Headman shouted at her in their inferior language. "Эн санааҕар, тугу гынаҕын? Киль Джедени келганда улар баъзилари барча эса бизни тасбеҳ айтганлар? С тебя есть мозги!? (What do you think you're doing? Whatever happened to being willing to work with Kil'jaeden so long as the Alliance doesn't kill us all? To having a brain!?)"

Thanquol looked to Boneripper, the bodyguard, ready and waiting for Thanquol's command to start tearing into the treasonous thing. "Эһиги кинини истибиккит, барыбытын барытын өлөрөргө сорунар, барыбытын тус туһуттан! Хобдох кыыла ханнык эрэ саҥата суох кыыла суох кыыла этэ, арай кинини чугастан өлөрбүт эрэ киһи биирин этиэ этэ, ол гынан баран, кинини кытта бииргэ бултуур, ким эһиги санааҕытыгар бу баар буолуой? (You heard him; he's going to get us all killed, and all for his own immediate benefit! If that thing was some mindless beast just killing whoever was closest, that would be one thing, but it's actively hunting him, and who do you think is going to get put between it and him?)"

The Headman glared and struck the undead while the others looked on with shocked expressions. The Headman then turned to Thanquol. "I'm so sorry, oh Great Thanquol, I've been teaching her Squeakish because she's been such a useful servant. But she's still very stupid and misunderstood what you were saying. She thought she was choking out a demon possessing you." The Headman then turned to the undead girl. "Ити кэмтэн туох бириһиэн-сэрэбиэй кэпсэттиҥ? Ол иһин махтаныах тустааххын эн миигин итэҕэйбитиҥ иһин. (Since when could you speak squeakish? You should thank whatever's out there listening that this idiot will believe me.)"

"Сымыйалыыгын! Эн биһиккиттэн төһө өлүөхтээҕий уонна хайдах өлүөхтээҕий. (You lying bastard! You don't care how many of us die or how.)" Thanquol considered the servant, still looking like she could choke him, but if she was just an idiot thinking she was obeying his orders, then he'd have to consider killing her. After all, a blindly obedient servant was valuable, but what if someone could trick her into betraying him without her realizing it.

"Бу сэрии. Оннук ыраах сыҕарыйдын диэн Алданс номнуо өлөрбөтө буолуо дии саныыгыт дуо? Дьону манньа көмөтүнэн бомбалата сатаабыттар. Бу демоном кутталлаах да буоллаҕына, онно Элита бэрэстэбиитэллэрэ сөп буолуохтаахтар, баҕар, өллө да, куттал да туруо. (This is war. You think the Alliance hasn't already killed to get this far? They tried mana-bombing his people. And while there's that risk with this demon, there should be enough Alliance Elites there who will hopefully die that this is well worth the risk.)" The Headman barked back, but now the Ork and blue troll had concerned looks.

"Эн икки диигит? (What are you two talking about?)" The Ork stated while still holding the undead breeder.

Finally sputtering and coughing, Thanquol spoke to the Headman. "Tell-order them not to choke me!"

The Headman span back to Thanquol. "Certainly, I think we need to change our approach; perhaps we should check to make sure that demon isn't following us."

"Yes-yes, do it!" Thanquol agreed before looking at the undead breeder. "No-no gold trinket for them!"

While the undead breeder and her spider seemed upset, most likely from realizing their vast stupidity, the Headman grinned. "Of course, oh wisest Thanquol. However, to make sure we have enough soldiers to keep the demon distracted just in case I need more gold. I'm sorry for placing this request on you."

"Eh, whatever." Thanquol growled, throwing a handful of coins at the Headman.

The Headman then turned to the others. "Керести, Батол, Ло ' Джи, мин эһиэхэ эбии кыһыл көмүһү уонна сорох эрэннэриини аҕаллым. Возвращайте и воздесь, что демонда не боятся с нами и не продолжает. Ону эһиги хайдах гынаҕыт, сүүрэргэ бэйэ суолун туһаныҥ. Танканы эрийэбин. Ол эрээри, Демону кытта охсуһумаҥ, оттон ити барыта эһиэхэ бырахпат буоллаҕына. (Kersti, Bathol, Lo'jie, I got us extra gold and some reassurances. Go back and make sure the demon is fighting the Alliance and will not follow us. Once you do, use your own path to escape. I will lead Thanquol away. Don't fight the demon unless it leaves you no choice in the matter.)"

The Undead breed leapt to her feet with a smirk, clearly happy to be serving Thanquol's will once again. "Тылларбын төттөрү ылыахтаахпын дии саныыбын. Баҕар, эн чиэскэ тиксэр аналыҥ эмиэ баар буолуон сөп, кэрээнэ суох быһыы, харчыга тиийэ иҥсэлээх. Дьиҥнээх өлүү эйигин бу күн ситэри киирбэтин. (Guess I have to take it back. Maybe you do have some honor to you, you walking money-grubbing piece of shit. May true death not find you this day.)

"Ээ, оннук буолан кубулунума, мин эйигин сөбүлүүбүн, иҥсэлээх мутукча. (Yeah, yeah, don't pretend you like me now, you greedy bitch.)" The Headman responded just before the breeder rushed over and did some odd thing with its lips on the Headman's cheek. For a second Thanquol thought it had lost its mind due to being an inferior breeder and was trying to eat the superior Headman, but then it pulled back.

"Суох, боччумнаахтык. Мин саныырбынааҕар, бу кыраныысса таһыгар турара ордук. (No, I mean it. You're a better person than I give you credit for; take this asshole for all he's worth.)"

The Ork then stepped forward with a confused look, one Thanquol expected to be the default expression of any Ork. "Ээх, тугун ыл, туох буолар? Быһаарыылары сөбө буолуо дии саныыбын. (Ok, what the hell is going on? I think I deserve an explanation.)"

The undead Breeder shrugged and walked back in the direction of where the demon waited with a spring to her step. "Мин суолунан быһаарабын. Онтон барыахпытыгар диэри. (I'll explain on the way. For now let's go)"

Thanquol ignored his slaves as they rushed back to face the infamous Skarbrand; they may soon die, but at least he was going to survive all this. "Come on, hurry up, Headman, we have much-lots to do!"

Patrick rolled to the side, avoiding the monster's axe. Even though he has the strength to knock the weapon aside, it took too much from him to do so, and as he saw from the now dead Tauren earlier, the second axe was just as powerful and skillful and certain to follow immediately after if he dared to try and stand his ground against this demon. But they needed some way to hold or at least consistently harm this thing.

Most of Alleria's arrows bounced off this thing's skin; the Light could hurt it, but it didn't allow anyone, priest, paladin, or mage, any time to channel their power before it was upon them. Even Jaina Proudmoore, the lady who was supposed to be the strongest mage of humanity, or something like that, could only fire off snap spells, most of which seemed to die as they flew to the demon or shattered against his armor and axes.

"Min hensynsløshet er barmhjertighet. Dere skaller skal kjøpe Meg tilbake Til Khornes side, i stedet for å bli kastet bort av de andre verdiløse kjøterne!" The monster shouted in its incomprehensible and disturbing tongue as it leapt for Patrick again. The beast swung diagonally, allowing Patrick to duck under its first swing; however, he has to summon a shield of the light and use his hammer to stop the second true attack aiming to swing down and remove his head.

Even as this happened, an arrow launched from Alleria, followed by a cannon shot from Gelbin. The arrow struck and stuck in the demon's eye while the cannon shot exploded against the creature's face. With a frustrated roar, the beast threw its axe, the blade's weapon spinning in the air, the backswing of its spin splitting a dueling footman and grunt in half down the middle of their bodies as it soared until the axe barely missed Alleria, who used a void portal to dodge at the last second. The building immediately behind her collapsing under the force of the impact as the axe struck the structure with all its weight. However, this throw did nothing to benefit Patrick and the others; the axe was nestled into its new home of rubble for less than a second before the demon was already there claiming back the axe while his second axe tore the arm off of Gelbin's mech suit, causing the whole construct to stumble back.

As Gelbin's mech collapsed onto the ground, the Demon loomed over it. The monstrous face smiling down upon the Grand Tinkerer hatefully as it seemed to contemplate how to kill its newly chosen victim. "vet ære, lille, Skarbrand dreper deg i dag." And the monster swung down the axe, cleaving the armor down the middle, however sparing Gelbin as a void-infused arrow altered the axe stroke mid-flight.

The demon turned, facing Alleria Windrunner, literal flames of hate dripping off the creature's face and melting the stone beneath it. "Tør Du nekte Skarbrand drapet? Du en feiging som løper fra hennes problemer, hennes fiender, hennes allierte, som våget å gjemme seg For Den Brennende Legionen, Fra Orker, fra sin egen mann? Hodeskallen din er verdiløs, Men Blodguden bryr seg ikke om hvor blodet strømmer."

With an enraged stomp, the demonic beast crushed what remained of Gelbin's armored suit, and a scream of pain indicated that the demon likely also got the gnome as well. And then the demon was off, moving with impossible speed, already inches from Alleria, who remained ahead of its axes only by virtue of the void carrying her in short bursts away from the storm of wrath and death that was intent on carving her apart. But Patrick couldn't follow the chase; instead, he rushed to Gelbin's side. The gnome was trapped, his leg crushed under the armor of his own suit, a very steady flow of blood telling Patrick that the metal was stabbed into Gelbin. If Patrick tried to remove the metal crushing Gelbin, the gnome would bleed out before he could complete his spell, and Patrick didn't know how to keep one from moving on to the afterlife. And if he tried to heal Gelbin now, he would make trying to remove the metal armor harder and far more damaging to the gnome.

"Gelbin, we're here!" Anduin was suddenly at Patrick's side. "Lift the armor off him; I'll heal him. Move now!" Anduin ordered, and Patrick obeyed, a strong pull yanking the blood-soaked metal plate and a small chunk of flesh out from Gelbin, who screamed again in pain just before the light touched him, soothing the pain and slowly sealing the wound, the light mending flesh and bone as it worked.

Gelbin groaned one last time before slipping into unconsciousness. A footman picked up the gnome, and with a silent gesture from Anduin, the footman began racing the gnome away from the battle. This left Patrick, Anduin, and Alleria, along with the adventurers and remaining footmen and Lion's Guard, to face off with the monster.

Or so Patrick thought as a howl signaled a wave of Worgen rushing into the battle. The red demons now facing even more foes and Genn Greymane throwing himself against the massive demon, using his entire body to stop one of its massive arms even as it swung to try to kill Alleria, who would have been too late to escape the lethal attack. He then, using his claws, knocked aside the demon's second axe. Allowing Patrick time to use the light to smite the demon who roared in rage and pain. The beast turned a breath of flame, pushing back Patrick, Genn, and Alleria as it squared off, ready to fight once again. There would be no mercy, no quarter; all around the battleground, the bodies of Horde and Alliance lay broken, headless, and bleeding at the feet of the demon and its ilk. Whoever had unleashed this beast was heartless, foolish, or both, but Patrick would set this right.

"Hør Denne Azeroth, porten er åpen, din verden er åpen for oss. Vi leser dine runer av vann båret på dine sjeler som en åpen bok. Det er ingenting vi ikke vet. Snart din verden vil falle, Og Khorne skal regjere øverste!"

Dark Tongue translations:

Blod For Blodet Gud!— —Hodeskaller for Skallen Tronen (AN if you can't guess what this says I'm ashamed of you... Have you guessed, obviously it says I'm a fairy princess ... No it's: Blood for the Blood God, Skulls for the Skull Throne... And now my shame on you is immeasurable just like that time you missed that kick and lost the football game and now your dad thinks you're a disgrace to the family legacy)

Min hensynsløshet er barmhjertighet. Dere skaller skal kjøpe Meg tilbake Til Khornes side, i stedet for å bli kastet bort av de andre verdiløse kjøterne! (My ruthlessness is mercy. You're skulls shall buy my way back to Khorne's side, rather than be wasted by those other worthless mongrels!)

vet ære, lille, Skarbrand dreper deg i dag (Know honor, little one, Skarbrand kills you today.)

Tør Du nekte Skarbrand drapet? Du en feiging som løper fra hennes problemer, hennes fiender, hennes allierte, som våget å gjemme seg For Den Brennende Legionen, Fra Orker, fra sin egen mann? Hodeskallen din er verdiløs, Men Blodguden bryr seg ikke om hvor blodet strømmer. (You dare deny Skarbrand his kill? You a coward who runs from her troubles, her foes, her allies, who dared to hide from the Burning Legion, from Orcs, from her own husband? Your skull is worthless, but the Blood God cares not from where the blood flows.)

Hør Denne Azeroth, porten er åpen, din verden er åpen for oss. Vi leser dine runer av vann båret på dine sjeler som en åpen bok. Det er ingenting vi ikke vet. Snart din verden vil falle, Og Khorne skal regjere øverste! (Hear this Azeroth, the gate is open, your world is open to us. We read your runes of water borne upon your souls like a open book. There is nothing we do not know. Soon your world will fall, and Khorne shall reign supreme!)

Reviews:

Guest 1: M. Bison- "yes! Yes!"

Guest 2:Im not going to like this because we have multiple pantheons and multiple individual gods and I rank the pantheons separately from the individual gods within. But on the pantheon scale Blizzard isn't doing their pantheons any favors despite even having Sargeras with his "cuts planets in two" feats. Because Blizzard likes to add needless zeros to their elapsed time, or to have "the uncorruptible God of *insert thing here*" whose mere presence cleanses corruption, be corrupted not by a long process taking advantage of their own faults but by being hit by the pokeball of evil. (Arthas' corruption shouldn't be Warcraft's peak, not after Blizzard has had so long to write a better tale) And then you have the constant contradiction of absolute claims.

So pantheons: Chaos Gods (they actually achieved victory against other pantheons and others actively acting against them), The Light (if your every subordinate divine being is a routine traitor and just absolutely mind numbingly incompetent and yet your STILL the most successful force in the WoW universe you have to be some level of competent), the Titans (just off feats and they toys they left behind, give Blizzard another year and they'll probably be at the bottom of the list with how they retcon), the classical Gods and elder gods of the Old world (they actually made a impact against the Chaos Gods and have Sigmar's abs), The Void (they're still a threat despite everything), the uncategorized Azeroth Gods (Blizzard ignores and shames them but even still they get shot done), the Nehekaran Gods (they're dead and still relevant and showing power and influence actively), the shadowlands pantheon (even their ten digit IQ guy is a moron who can't figure out the obvious, Sotek/the Maw/the Great Horned Rat/GorkMork (they're somehow relevant despite going independent or actively against a much stronger pantheon by themselves),the shadowlands pantheon (even their ten digit IQ guy is a moron who can't figure out the obvious), Dwarf Elder Gods (barely do shit), Fel (litterly the only diety going for them is from Order), the Wild Gods (waiting on respawn in 10000 years and counting all for a week of action before dying again), the Elf Gods (the world would have been better if they just didn't exist, infact they were the real villains of the end times)

Yeah no way I have space or time to go God by God here, but it's a lot more nuanced than this.

BloodRedRoses11: I already investigated and confirmed it was a copy paste message and checked their art which I have suspicions of, the RWBY based art I'm pretty sure is traced. But I'm still going to give them this much of a chance, most the scammers don't even read these sections and won't do a follow-up, let alone consider having to wait before getting paid since I legit don't have money.

I try to keep 40K as seperate from Fantasy as possible since there is a divide that for some odd reason a lot of people refuse to acknowledge despite how clear the writing has made it and even GW old writers even acknowledging it in more recent years.

JiggyliFAP:So to start with the Azerite Daemon bit on the theory crafting. Problem there is the fundamental core of what a Daemon is. Daemons are "I hate Joe" "I want to have butt sex" "I should start a rumor to ruin Andrea" "I want to hang myself" made into a not exactly sentient but still conscious being. So the core of their very existence is usually a combination of intrusive thoughts like that and random emotional spikes all grabbed at random by the Gods and thrown together and given being. So no matter what they're going to be evil pieces of shit not too far seperate in nature from the God that made them.

Ah the Gods and Daemons work in Mysterious ways, perhaps the whole thing was merely for the sake of this one ritual. Maybe Thanquol being given the "one free summon" pass (that GW then ignored) was all for this one moment.

IDK with the Dragon Blooded if I read correctly they should be able to change their appearance, but not shape change.

Yup Baine goes from one disastrous siege, to cleaning up, to getting home out a portal to hear "sir the Alliance brought a army of insane humans intent on slaughtering us all." Makes sense the man was so exhausted during the siege of Mulgore.

Antonio ranza:I honestly forgot about him so it probably won't be for a long time at the current rate.

micelzod:I can name a much scarier Daemon who gave Thanquol a 1 time "free" summon mark, a mark that technically binds the two of them. And that was a major reason why I made sure Thanquol got to Azeroth.

deadliestfan:every man has his limitations, but not every man is in the position their skills are suited for. And most of the time it's because politics or the Peter Principle, for Volkmar it's because war and a magical portal.

And sadly people don't show up because it's Azeroth, there's more important things, like getting a manicure, just ask fantasy super man who could easily kick superman, Saitama and Goku's ass all at once, yet never once helps anyone on his freaking planet despite being able to solo every threat in the universe simultaneously because Blizzard refuses to depower him and his Mary sue...I mean "well written child". But I'm this case the war can't be popular among those not directly impacted by it and people on Azeroth are more cringe about joining conflicts than Gundam protagonists, or a certain Evangelion brat who refuses to practice basic self preservation ideas. And also despite the war of thorns as I wrote it and how Blizzard hand waived the whole fucking thing, that's got to be where the bulk of the fighting is actually taking place at any given time, after all the Night Elves are the USA of Azeroth and the rest of the Alliance is just coasting off of how insanely overpowered they are, so a war that's actually hurting them is likely to draw most of the talented and willing to fight but politically unimportant People away to that front.

With Julia I think I previously mentioned that it's partial. Like the whole things all but certain to happen but it hasn't officially occured but everyone from the Horde side knows that any minute and they're going to be given the ultimatum of jail cell, death, or leave.

Hakuryuu:and I keep saying it's not Teclis' moment, if I haven't allowed Madiev to teleport from planet to planet ordering Karl to stand down as Emperor and start worshipping Anduin or else face his Mary Sue... I mean his legitimate and totally well written power and that of his son... Then Teclis' can't do it either and from Teclis' POV the humans' have it handled and the problem can totally be solved from where he is now.

OscuroSignore-51: the meme daemon isn't that strong, but he sure as hell is damaging to a immense degree, but what he is holds more weight than the damage he can cause. Because the nature of what a Daemon is, is far worse than the petty creatures of the Twisting Nether or the servants of the Old Gods, even if their power is equal or less than them.