"Alright, enough, Kersti; enough, you owe us an explanation!" Bathol barked at their small party's undead huntress after they had crossed more than half the distance back to where the summoning circle had been without encountering the demon.
The undead huntress stopped, her pet spider at her side and ready to obey her any order. "That damned Rat is trying to shove that Demon off on the rest of us. The Thing is out for his blood, but he wants the Alliance and us to pay that blood price instead."
Lo'jie then interjected, her tusks waving in the air as she shook her head. "Den what are we doin'? Why ain't we running away? Let dat rat fight his own battle."
Kersti then grinned. "We're adventurers; our job is to fight other people's battles for them. But in this case, the Headman sent us back so we can escape. Now that we're far enough, we can take our own route to get out of Lordaeron." A simple plan, told in far too few words. But Kersti was impressed that the greedy Headman would be willing to risk his life for them all like this.
"You can't just think to escape with everything like this." And now Kersti was cringing as Bathol grumbled at her. "There's still people trapped in the city. I heard Saurfang is making a final line against the Alliance. We should be helping others escape while we can."
Kersti frowned at Bathol. "So what? Saurfang is a legendary warrior, and anyone not in the Undercity is supposed to be a warrior. Sylvanas started the evacuations before the Alliance arrived. There is a huge ass Demon running around, and you want us to go scouring abandoned buildings looking for civilians who don't exist?"
"Dats not right, Kersti." Lo'jie stepped between Bathol and Kersti, the troll's sword already out and being used like a barrier between the two teammates. "The Alliance, dey used sneaky infiltration to attack da evacuation routes, even used dat hole dat Thanquol discovered wit us. Da civvies dey have nowhere to go, it's likely dey would panic and come up 'ere."
"Listen to yourselves! You're wanting to stay and likely die for people who likely don't exist! What kind of idiots would run up into a warzone! The Undercity is safer than anywhere else in Lordaeron! We need to evacuate. Besides the demon, do you think we're going to stand by and let these damned Alliance monsters take our city so easily?" Kersti yelled.
Bathol however, was unimpressed. "If the Warchief has some plan to spite the Alliance one last time as they take Lordaeron, wouldn't it then be best if we ensure no civilians get accidentally caught up in this? We're fighting for the Horde against Alliance supremacy. What good is fighting for the people if there are no people left?"
Kersti fumed, walking several paces away before turning back. "If we all fucking die, this is on your damned heads, and I'll drag your souls to hell for it!"
Lo'jie just smiled. "That's my bestie."
"Shut up!"
The massive demon growled before stomping over and thrusting its axe forward, aiming at Alleria. "Du!"
From there, no one had time to think or prepare; the battle was once again on. In an instant the massive demon leapt past Patrick, Genn, and Anduin, aiming directly for the famed Elven heroine. Meanwhile, the few lesser demons once again charged into battle, already lost to their insane frenzy. Even with a dramatic advantage in numbers, a Worgen and three footmen, Lion's Guard or Adventurers for every one of the demons, the creatures were holding their own. As the blood of Alliance soldiers spilled onto the ground from wounds that would not heal, not until after the victims had been cleaned of the curse laid by the Demon's wicked blades, Patrick was left rushing after the larger demon.
How did that thing tell him what it had? How did it know such an unspoken fact of his life? No, Patrick couldn't think like that; this creature could not be spared. Every second it lived in Azeroth, it brought suffering. Instead Patrick participated in the chase; however, of all those besides Alleria, only Genn was fast enough to outpace the demon as it rushed after the elf.
Each swing of the monster's axes was too close for comfort, and each swing brought with it devastation. Walls collapsed as the axes crashed through them, eventually bringing buildings that had stood from grandfather's grandfathers time until today crashing down. Whenever the street caught a wild chop of the axe, the ground trembled and threatened to give way, pavement stones breaking and jumping into the air around the massive demon.
Only Genn Greymane was fast enough to strike the demon in the midst of this rampage; the Gilnean King's claws would scrape against the monster's skin like an animal's claws would against the armor of a Stormwind Footman. But despite the limited effect, the King's claws were tipped with the Demon's burning blood. And while she was hard pressed by this fanatic monster, Alleria never failed to retaliate whenever the opportunity arose. Void struck the beast, often blinding it or entirely redirecting its horrible rampage. However, even this was nowhere near enough to give it pause long enough for Patrick or Anduin to try and stop the blood crazed demons.
The demon closed in on Alleria, making it ever harder for her to dodge. And as the battle raged, Patrick felt himself needing the Light more and more to keep himself as levelheaded as Anduin was, all while the troops, with the exception of the priests and paladins, were giving in to blind rage, mindlessly throwing themselves at their demon opponents, making mistakes that their unnatural foes were all too eager to exploit.
But as the demon closed with the eldest of the Windrunner sisters, Genn had overcome the beast's speed and was able to lodge himself into its back claws, digging into the monster's ruined wings. And now Anduin was channeling the Light, while Patrick could easily shield Alleria or Genn from this monster's wrath. If Anduin could use the Light to banish this beast, the chaos here would be over, and then the Horde would keep losing this battle... Maybe. Patrick had too much experience to know that battles he was winning were sometimes still battles his side lost for some reason or another.
But for now Patrick didn't have to think; just beat this monster. Except this monster was no mindless animal; instead of continuing to chase Alleria, just as it was over the top of her, its eyes darted to Anduin, and its mouth entered into a spiteful, hateful smirk. With a logic-defying dash, the giant threw off Genn from its back, threw off Alleria's aim, and closed the distance to Anduin. Patrick roared, hammer ready, and the Light answering his call; already the paladin would intercept this creature, yet its axes moved as if they had long anticipated Patrick's speed and reaction. The paladin was forced to summon the Light's power to shield himself, yet rather than the edge of the blade, the axe's body battered the paladin aside, leaving Anduin entirely open.
The monster cut down, the second axe passing just inches from the ground and under Anduin's surprised and rushed guard with Shalamayne. The axe came up until it connected with the chest of the King. It was only the blessing of how good the High King's armor was that the armor only bent under the blow, neither allowing the blade to cut through nor breaking. Still Anduin was launched by the blow, tumbling head over heel until he was carried through the wall of one of the few still-standing buildings. Lying in the rubble, Anduin only coughed some blood coming from his mouth as the rubble of the now collapsing building landed around him, partially burying the king. While even wounded Anduin should be able to dig himself out from the rubble, he was now stuck and exposed while Shalamayne lay yards away from the king.
With a roar, Patrick charged the demon; first it mentioned him, the foul creature that dared to sully his family legacy; now it wants to kill Anduin. Patrick would never allow it. This monster had to die here and now. Then in a single instant it was over; arrows of incomprehensible power bounced off the demon's back, only a mundane arrow burying itself deep into the creature. A lance of ice melted mid-flight, launched by the long-forgotten Jaina Proudmoore, who had spent this time working on some other spell, one she abandoned to try and save Anduin. Genn was backhanded by the demon, sending the Worgen king tumbling away, and an axe deflected Patrick's hammer while a hooved kick impacted the Paladin's skull, allowing Patrick to barely see all the rest take place before the world swam.
Patrick lay weakly trying to shake the rage that was now making it so hard to call upon the light to fix his head. He could only watch as Genn tried again and again to deter the demon from its slow, malicious course towards Anduin. Lion's Guard died one after another trying to attack, shoot, or just stall the demon. Jaina's spells broke one after another, either mid-flight or against the Demon's cruel skin. Only Alleria seemed to now be able to harm the creature, her void-infused arrows tipped with what looked like a common metal but still looking different to Patrick's unforced eyes, each striking under the armor plates around the giant monster, and each buried itself into the monster, but the sheer size of her opponent meant the demon could easily ignore the arrows as he began to look over Anduin.
Then the creature stopped; it raised its head, sniffing at the air like a hound, then its eyes passed over the battlefield before it smiled hatefully at Anduin and spoke. "Jeg kan ikke bestemme hvilke ferdigheter Jeg vil ta For Khorne, little king, og siden jeg har så lite tid, må jeg ta en kjent hodeskalle først. På den måten kan ikke feigen forvise meg, og jeg får enda mer tid til å samle alle ferdighetene dine, hold hodeskallen klar for meg til da. (I can not determine which skulls I want to take for Khorne, little king, and since I have so little time, I will have to take a familiar skull first. That way the coward can not banish me and I'll have even more time to collect all your skulls, keep your skull ready for me until then.)"
And with a leap the creature was gone, its form disappearing over rooftops as it went deeper into Lordaeron City. All while all present, not still fighting, watched in confused awe. Not a word the demon spoke was in common, yet somehow Patrick could just understand the meaning. This creature meant to ensure its time on Azeroth was longer, so it could kill them all at its own pace, and that meant killing someone else deeper inside Lordaeron.
Finally, Jaina spoke. "You need to stop it! If it kills whomever summoned it, I cannot reverse their spell to banish it."
Finally Anduin pulled himself from the rubble. The battle here had not died down; the few remaining Horde were all dead or dying, but the left-behind demons only seemed to grow more vicious with the departure of their leader. "Quickly, before the demon's hold becomes stronger!' the High King ordered, and Genn swiftly sniffed the air.
"Follow me!" And the Worgen King was rushing into the city following the Demon's trail with Alleria hot after him.
"Uhhh, why can't we just banish it?' Patrick asked, now channeling the Light to heal himself as he readied himself to chase after the demon as well.
"This ritual is being controlled by its main caster; it's anchoring the demon to Azeroth, fueling it. I can steal control of the ritual and banish the demon, but only so long as the caster is alive. If he does, the ritual is sealed, and our only hope is to overpower the demon. If the caster gets out of Lordaeron, we will be fine as well; this ritual limits the demon's reach. By the time he reaches the walls, his connection to our world would most likely be cut." Jaina explained, though the last half of the explanation, besides being too complex for Patrick, was shouted at his retreating back as the Paladin raced to catch up with Anduin, Genn, and Alleria.
"I can't believe... Grrh. MOVE!" Kersti barked at the child who was again lagging behind the rest of their group they were now escorting. Not only had Bathol found no fewer than twenty civilians all huddled together in a single building on the surface, they then ran into a group of twenty other adventurers who had themselves been given orders by Sourfang to find civilians to escort out of the city, and those adventurers had found another fifty civilians.
Now Kersti and Lo'jie were at the back helping the civilians keep up as they raced towards the last exit from the city not yet destroyed or captured by the Alliance. There supposedly the Horde had a fleet of Zeppelins guarded by their gunships waiting to evacuate the final remnants of the city to safety.
"Can't believe what, bestie?" Lo'jie asked, the troll's good-natured mockery clearly evident on her face.
"I admit it. Bathol was fucking right. Tell him I said that, and I'll fucking kill you, by the way. But how fucking stupid do you have to be to race up into a warzone from the safety of the underground?"
"Alliance spies and Dark Iron drill machines be down there. After what da Alliance did in Orgrimmar, Dem Poppin' up all over da place had to be terribly frightening when you don't know how to protect yourself. They probably thought their chances were betta up 'ere." Lo'jie lectured, but Kersti's ability to empathize had long since been muted by her body's horrific decay and the jaded nature she fostered from her life experiences.
"They'd be out of the freaking city if they had just stayed down there. Freaking morons." The undead grumbled but let the issue slide.
Then rocks fell from a ruined building behind them. Immediately, Kersti and her pet spider, Precious, were ready; fangs out and bow drawn, they prepared to meet whatever manner of idiotic foe or monster could possibly be after them. "Eeeeeeeek!" Of all things, Kersti wasn't ready to see Thanquol drop from one of the remaining balconies, tumbling down the pile of rubble until he landed on the ground, the rat's head-first position on the ground causing his robe to fall down, exposing the rat to all who were watching.
Several squeaked words came down to the rat as he picked himself up. "(Oh great, glorious Thanquol, have you successfully and swiftly reached the path? Allow my slow, ponderous self to catch up to your brilliant, much faster, glorious self!)"
While the children ran forward panicking, and other adventurers joined them only to freeze in confusion. Kersti watched on both nervously and with a small amount of amusement as the Headman of all people leapt down and helped Thanquol to his feet. Immediately Kersti stowed her bow and approached the Headman while making a show of bowing to Thanquol. "What are you two doing here? Shouldn't you be out of the city?"
The Headman continued to pat off Thanquol while muttering the ratman's praises before answering. "Damned Rogers did a flyby of our escape route. She carpet bombed the whole thing, killing everyone there indiscriminately. We barely escaped. This is the last exit from the city standing." The Headman explained, and as he did, Thanquol began to rush forward to the last Horde-held gate out of the city just in sight.
However, for the first time in a long time, Kersti felt true uncertainty and fear. Her nihilism had allowed her to brush off most of the world's horrors, but in this moment, it felt as though her heart was beating once again. "W-we're going to make it, aren't we? You left to give us a separate chance to escape. But if this is the last exit, then—"
The Headman placed his hand over Kersti's mouth. "All we need to do is get past the city wall and we're safe. Thanquol is already rushing ahead. Paybag secured, all we need to do is get out alive ourselves. No issue."
"Right then—" Kersti began to say, feeling reassured, only for screams of terror to cut her off. The demon from the ritual burst from an alleyway; already two adventurers heads were flying through the air along with the broken body of a civilian and another's arm.
While screams of fear spread, many other roars of rage erupted from the crowd. Civilians, both men and women, blindly rushed the beast; others charged forward, swinging at the adventurers at the lead of the group, curses on their lips. The children violently and fearfully screamed as they raced to escape, kicking, punching, and biting along the entire way. Even the undead were not entirely spared of the sudden onset of wrath overtaking their minds. Even as the demon itself roared while absentmindedly decapitating each and every one of the adults who rushed towards it, their fists balled and some witnesses daggers.
The demon seemed to scan them all, its rage focused as if it was hunting a single hated victim, and Kersti knew who. Thanquol was already more than halfway to the gate, but the moment this demon saw him, it would attack him. And as much as she hated to admit it, she needed the damned rat's money, and some of the projects he and the Headman had started weren't as moronic as they appeared to be.
Holding back a scowl of outrage, Kersti drew her bow and aimed for the demon; already more adventurers were trying to attack it. Mages' spells and warlocks curses—all magic seemed to die before reaching the monster, yet that was still better than the warriors and rogues, who literally died to the beast's axes, often with their blades either barely sinking into the giant demon or bouncing off entirely.
But they didn't understand the nature of their opponent, and they never had the chance to slip some materials from an insane gnome's warpstone stash. "Magic from your world, fucker, let's see how you like it." Kersti growled before letting the arrow fly.
The demon deflected countless attacks; bullets in midair met metal plates, arrows and crossbow bolts were severed midflight, and swords were pushed aside. But Kersti's arrow flew flawlessly and unnoticed until it pierced the great demon's eye. The arrow punched into the demon's eye, drawing out a torrent of flame and magma from the foul creature. And so the demon roared in wrathful agony.
Immediately the demon turned to focus on Kersti, then pulled the arrow from its wounded eye and inspected the top before grinning cruelly. "Bathol, take that rat bastard and go!" Kersti shouted; the demon didn't seem to know Orcish, so it seemed best to have the orc whose magic was useless rush the rat to safety.
The demon then flexed the muscles of its ruined wings and, with a set of powerful flaps, launched itself into the air, where it hung for a second before falling upon Kersti and Lo'jie like a comet. The thing was unbelievably fast. So fast, Kersti knew she could never avoid it, let alone Lo'jie. Yet at the last moment the duo was saved as a Worgen collided with the demon mid-air, claws tearing into its flesh, only to earn the reward of torrents of flame into the Worgen man's face. Then arrows began to fly at speeds Kersti could only dream of matching slipping past even the demon's near-impossible defense, and while most bounced off its impossible flesh, others buried themselves into the demon. Confused, Kersti looked back where she saw the Alliance rushing forward to join the battle.
Kersti and the other Horde roared at the onrushing Alliance, ready to tear into their longtime foes, who were now charging them with their weapons drawn. However, a light drove away the darkness and fog of war, while a familiar voice declared the Alliance's intent. "Horde, evacuate your civilians; this demon is ours!" And so Anduin Wrynn, High King of the Alliance, along with eight other Alliance warriors, came rushing into the fight.
As the Alliance fought, launching every ranged attack they could at the demon, the civilians, freed from their cloud of wrath and realizing their situation, broke from their combat with the Horde adventurers and rushed for the gate. In the middle of the civilians, Bathol was carrying Thanquol, who now was shouting and waving his hands at the Alliance; however, only small green sparks came from his fingertips that fell to the ground uselessly.
However, as the ratman tried to cast his spell, it shouted out the words, the distinct squeaks of squeakish reaching above the din of the battle. Then in the midst of the battle, the beast turned towards Bathol and the annoying, knotted-fur and parasite-infected-looking rat on his shoulder. "Oh my fucking hell!" Kersti screamed as the demon turned and began to force its way through the Horde adventurers who were now trying to save as many of the remaining civilians as they could.
In a single swing, the demon split two of the adventurers in half, an orc torso and dismembered sin'dorei legs hitting the ground directly after the brutal sweep on lethal blades. Seeing this, Thanquol, the damned idiot rat, began to flail in Bathol's arms while Kersti could only mutter a curse, loading her second and last warpstone powder-tipped arrow and firing the projectile into the crook of one of the demon's wings, which caused the beast to stagger and roar in agony. The beast then lunged forward, but it was too late. Bathol threw Thanquol through the gate, which, as the demon was entirely focused on the ratman, allowed the orc to dive aside, sparing himself the demon's axe while Thanquol barely escaped through the city gate.
With a roar of frustration, the demon then turned back to the few remaining civilians, adventurers, and Alliance interlopers. "Fint, hvis jeg ikke har tid, så tar jeg bare alle hodeskallene dine og ordner opp verdien deres etterpå! For Blodet bryr Gud seg ikke om hvor blodet flyter, bare at det flyter! (Fine, if I don't have time, then I will just take all your skulls and sort out their worth afterwards! For the Blood God does not care from where the blood flows, only that it flows!)"
And in an instant the demon became a whirlwind of blood and death; five adventurers died in an instant, six civilians the next, two of the Alliance soldiers seconds after that. Kersti and Lo'jie couldn't hope to keep up with the pace this monster set as it swung its axes with such force that no armor or technique was able to stop the demon's fury. Kersti considered running away, but the only way out of the city was past the demon.
Lo'jie likewise was only slightly more useful than Bathol, whose spells meant nothing to the demon, as she at least had a crossbow she could use to fire at the demon. Few of the adventurers had the strength and speed necessary to match the demon, and only the Worgen and the bald-headed fat paladin who Kersti had witnessed at Brill could match the demon, stopping its forward march of slaughter with their strength and speed, which gave others time to unleash volleys of shots into the creature, which seemed to still shrug off all damage done to it.
Then the Paladin took a strike to the shoulder, which broke through the divine protection and allowed the blade to push down, cutting not only through the Paladin's massive pauldrons but down through his shoulder and slightly into the Paladin's chest. This then allowed the demon to brush aside the Worgen, and it then aimed for the rearmost pair of the Alliance, their incredible archer elf and the king himself. Kersti knew that if those two fell, the rest of the battle was lost. So with a shout to Precious, she drew her blades and raced to meet the demon and what she feared would likely be her true death. However, the demon's speed and strength were such that the beast defeated her in an instant. Rather than his axe, the demon's knee sent Kersti flying back, the top of her head cracking open against some jagged rubble.
Lo'jie was swiftly at Kersti's side, trying to feed her a potion while the Headman slithered out from the shadows to grab hold of Kersti, lifting her onto his shoulder and whispering his intent to flee to safety to Lo'jie. As this happened, Kersti, in a barely conscious and limp state, stared unthinkingly forward, her eyes seeing but not comprehending what was occurring before her.
Darkness enveloped the elf, allowing her to warp away by several yards from the demon while a wall of light held the beast back from her and Anduin. However, the Light seemed to struggle against the pure rage and mindless muscle of the demon, who broke through layer after layer of the Light's protection, growing closer to the pair step by step.
If it killed Anduin here and now, would the war be over? Would the Alliance fracture without the High King or a strong enough individual to hold them all together? Could peace between the Horde and Alliance ever have been a possibility?
The demon roared into Anduin's face directly as it raised its axe, ready to kill the king. However, the attack of the demon faltered as words of a woman, which seemed to boom from across the city, spoke in the demon's own dark tongue. "Jeg kaller Deg Skarbrand; jeg bryter båndene mellom våre verdener. Gå tilbake til varpen du kom fra. Forvisning! (I call thee Skarbrand; I sever the ties between our worlds. Return to the warp from which you came. Banishment!)"
The demon then screamed as his hands seemed to grow translucent, his axe shattering against the air rather than decapitating Anduin. The beast then roared again before speaking, his every word like a curse, filled with malice and hate. "Din verden er dømt! Gudene spiller allerede her som de vil, og den trettende leser. Jeg kaller det nå; du skal være der det første dødsslaget rammer! (Your world is doomed! The Gods already play here as they please, and the thirteenth readies. I name it now; you shall be where the first deathblow strikes!) And with that, the demon lunged to bite at Anduin, but at that moment its form shattered like glass, which then became a red cloud overhead, a presence unlike any other that clouded Kersti's mind as the cloud passed through them. Rage overtook every living thing; Lo'jie attacked the Headman, and the adventurers and Alliance immediately began to strike out at each other.
Unable to move Kersti could only watch as the cloud, as if driven by great winds, blew to the northeast. And after maybe a minute of lying on the ground, Kersti calmed down, no longer so mind-numbingly enraged that she could now realize what was happening. The undead had witnessed Anduin barely survive this demon, perhaps their greatest hope at ending the war, avoid his necessary death by inches, and now the battle was more ferocious than before the demon had been summoned.
It was by fortune that the Headman picked up Kersti, still roaring in frustration; he sprinted past the confused melee with a cursing and accusation-tossing Lo'jie behind him. Within moments, Kersti saw the Alliance tearing apart the remaining adventurers, who were unfortunately also tearing into each other. And then the Headman passed the wall, and the frantic nature of activity changed. Now civilians and countless others, including Baine Bloodhoof, were either getting into zeppelins or were directing others on how to load onto the zeppelins.
Behind the Headman Lo'jie crossed the wall, still screaming her hate of the employer who had so needlessly endangered her and her friends, of the undead, of everyone and everything. Only for her eyes to flash, as a shaman's healing spell overtook her, purging the influence on her mind and making the troll relax. Lo'jie's drowsiness was obvious as she then immediately slumped and fell over asleep. The last of the demon's influence over Kersti's party was now done; they were free from its threat.
Within a half hour, Lo'jie, Bathol, Kersti, the Headman, and Thanquol were all loaded into a Zeppelin with Baine and Nathanos Blightcaller. They continued to float over the palace of Lordaeron, watching as the city fell to the Alliance, Alliance flags rising over every district. The Alliance air fleet gunships were pushing into the city while the Horde's gunships rained down shells on Alliance positions. For those unable to fight, this was a painful moment. First the Alliance had tried locking out the Horde from any and all Azerite, even fortifying territory that rightfully should belong to the Horde; then they tried to bomb their new allies from this other world, and then, so shortly after the War of the Thorns, rather than seek peace, the Alliance now invaded and seized Lordaeron. If she could, Kersti would have cried; next to her, Lo'jie muttered comforting words while Thanquol kept muttering demands to "hurry-hurry, kill them all" in squeakish.
Only Baine and Nathanos remained silent and calm. To the north, the main battle still raged. Though none on the airship knew, the red cloud of wrath had passed overhead, driving every combatant into a blind frenzy, friends lashing out at friends, and soldiers rushing into blind combats where they were certain to die. And now the land was tinted red by blood.
"How long are we going to stay up here? Does Baine intend to allow the Alliance to shoot us down? Why aren't we moving?" The Headman muttered, but Kersti ignored him, silently watching as the gates over the palace fell to the Alliance and the blue and gold lion raised up over the thrown-down black and red of unity and honor.
Still they waited, watching as slowly the Horde air fleet around them was falling back, the airships loaded to being overflowing with soldiers and civilians. The wrathful Rogers held back barely by the significant damage her fleet had sustained compared to the Horde's own. And then in an instant everything happened. The blackish figure of Sylvanas' burst from the top dome of the Palace as the green mist of the blight came out in billowing clouds that began to sweep over the streets. Where once dead bodies, triumphant Alliance soldiers, scavenging animals, and whatever else might have remained in the city was, within minutes they were all overtaken or replaced by a green tide of the gas.
Above the city, an Alliance airship circled, which drew Sylvanas's attention and thus everyone else on board. While it was faint, the glow of teleportation flashed on the ship's deck as figures, almost certainly Anduin and his followers, fled from the blight, leaving their army behind to die. The Headman shook his head before leaning in. "Monsters, Sylvanas warned them this was going to happen long before the battle; her command staff said so. Yet they let their men die like this, forced her hand, just for a spiteful revenge for an accident."
Kersti shuddered. While he had seemed like a nice enough individual, when the mask dropped, just how awful was this Anduin, a king without the ability to forgive, without honor, and with now a horrific death toll under his belt looking to match the likes of his father or Othmar Garithos? But Kersti knew from experience that often the most evil people put on a mask of kindness to lure in more victims and avoid consequence. Unlike Sylvanas, who was always truthful to the Forsaken and wore her heart on her sleeve no matter how cruel or foolish it occasionally made her appear, she stood for the Forsaken and now the Horde; they were her first priority above all else. Kersti knew this truth with absolute certainty and would never allow the Alliance to deceive her.
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Guest 1:Because that's who the Orc's are based loosely off of, specifically the slavic Mongols, so I specifically chose a dialect that is also spoken in eastern Europe.
Guest 2:Maybe, Maybe not, after all Skarbrand can't maintain full power, and Valkia was autobanboshed from Azeroth by the portal or the world itself for some as of yet unexplained reason.
Guest 3:Seems a alliance player needs to check their privilege having the Night Elves who have a whole roster of literally God's worshipping them, the Gnomes and their tech, an army of space Marines whose death ability is magical nuke that can determine the difference between friend and foe healing one and killing the other, who also come with the ONLY space ships in either setting, ships that include orbital bombardment capabilities (you know space ships and orbital bombardments are total corner stones of fantasy where guys fight dragons with sword and shield, I mean how else does the knight kill a dragon? Bow and arrow, ballista, obviously they call their space ship and have it fire a laser from space) and of course mechs using light lasers and light shields so powerful the power difference between them and anything made by the Iron Horde makes that of the Gundam piloted by adult Armaro Ray and a Zaku piloted by a newborn infant seems miniscule in comparison, oh and the largest industrial base of Azeroth when so many fanboys will never shut up about how a small workshop with a furnace good for making maybe a dozen swords at a time, if one is talented and making small swords, is "canon" building a siege tank in 30 minutes time, and that industrial base has been undisturbed by invasion or disaster for centuries... Oh and exclusive ownership of the tech that allows one to pull a entire fortress out of their pocket, never used of course because Blizzard is full of idiots who don't know how to write. But considering the Night Elves who can send armies around the world in less than a quarter of the time it took the Alliance or Horde using just boats, can summon armies of Giants, can summon armies of trees, can summon armies of Mana draining mythical beasts, and have the bulk of their army comprised of warriors who have been alive and training for longer than the human species existed on Azeroth, then yes can solo the entirety of the Horde can send armies around the world in less than a quarter of the time it took the Alliance or Horde using just boats seven times over, and had to have deliberately allowed the Horde, who mind you is being lead by a idiot who thinks ordering his troops to drown to death in a river is honorable, allow those dumb fucks to burn their tree by having catapults with a range of a couple hundred yards max launch fireballs the miles long distance to their magically shielded and divinely protected tree. That literal God's had just sworn to help protect... Yeah the Horde might need some help you know getting even fucking close to having a chance of not dying to the might of Anduin's most holy flatulence. But yes the Horde can totally match that with their mud huts that have metal plates over top, and an adult population that could be fit on seven boats for their main species, especially after living in a barren wasteland with no food, and no resources because their leader chose that wasteland not because he had nowhere else to go but because, and I quote "believe we need to repent for our past", totally turned Thrall from a decent guy into a moralizing, self hating moron. Only reason Horde is a thing in WoW is because plot. Which considering people in WoW have no free will or ability to think or personality unless plot demands, and of course nothing in WoW works unless plot says so, rather than their world actually being a living world where consequences for ones actions, and free and independent will exists makes sense the Horde still holds on despite there not being a single thing actually going for them in that world... Because their world is dictated by the Meta rather than being anything resembling a functional world. Because if WoW was anything like WoW claims the Alliance would have more tanks (you know that other staple of fantasy where you run over the bridge troll with you tank treds and blow up the witches house with the turret mounted cannon) than the Horde has people.
Guest 4: well considering the number of Skaven who live their bongs and all the warpstone they let them huff, I'll say Blanks. And if you mean Blanks vs the yuuzhan vong it's still blanks because the ultimate anti-yuuzhan vong weapon in all of star wars...is Jedi using the force because the New Jedi Order series was the model for "how to be a shitty writer and still have fans pretend to love your writing because they love the IP" shy of having Luke come out as Trans, every Hallmark of modern shit writing is in those books, the Vong are supposed to be immune to the force, but that's immediately retconned to them just not having it and actually being very easy to defeat using the force. If this was Ysalamiri vs blanks then we'd have a discussion.
Guest 5:Cathay wasn't in place for this battle, but there likely to get much more involved here in the near future (for the story, for us idk how many more weeks)
BloodRedRoses11:fret not I can give you more. And ;)
Antonio ranza: SKARBRAND DOESN'T HATES BEING IN A DIFFERENT WORLD. SKARBRAND HATES STAYING IN THE SAME WORLD. SKARBRAND DOESN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO.
Ironwall: Unlikely the Chaos God's are very different, and aren't in Azeroth's pre-existing knowledge and unless plot says otherwise Azerotheans "know" everything with absolute fact and absolute knowledge ... At least until Blizzard Retcons all of it.
micelzod:what can Volkmar do against a Daemon like Skarbrand? Skarbrand isn't is forte.
Hakuryuu: At first I was confused because I thought you were still talking about the Alliance and Skarbrand. But remember the time frame in all of this is still very short, the siege of Mulgore hasn't happened yet, he just helped finance a human army to go through the portal to scout it out for him.
Amanwithhobbies:He's drained all the winds just manifesting, no magic phase for magic casters.
OscuroSignore-51: oh they understood, but he only spoke eight words. Not only is Skarbrand the embodiment of mindless wrath, he can draw out others rage, much like how a certain Wanderer can insult you in your own language so bad you are compelled to duel him despite him not speaking your language, daemons have their own version of the gift of tongues so that whatever they say carries the same inherent result regardless of what they say. And Khorne and Tzeentch for whatever reason are pretty much the only ones to make extensive use of this, Tzeentch to confuse the fuck out of people, and Khorne to make sure everyone is rightly pissed off.