In this story, Azeroth exists on Earth Prime, where the Stormwind Kingdom and the rest of the world are at peace with each other. Justice League are the world's protectors along with Medivh as it's Guardian. Suddenly, Earth Prime faces a fearsome ra...
The warriors of the Frostwolf clan watched from a distance, as the Blackrock clan raided a village, Durotan stood next to Frostfang, Lo'gosh's frostwolf, Fenris and Orgrim as Lo'gosh was mounted on Frostfang. He listens as the people that were screaming.
"This is wrong." He mumbles, Durotan places his hand on his leg.
"I know," he answers.
"You taught me how to hunt game, not to... hunt people and use them for sacrifice, even children." He adds.
"I know, my son I know. But keep those thoughts to yourself... we mustn't let Blackhand heard them." He tells him and he sighs.
"Yes, father." He answers him.
And then Blackhand rode up to them with one of the villagers swung over in front, holding an infant in her hands.
"Frostwolf do not join the hunt?" He asks them, Frostfang growls at him and Lo'gosh pets his fur, calming him down and he looks down at the woman that was holding a child in her arms and looks up at him, who was terrified.
"We prefer our enemies armed with an ax, not a child." Durotan answers him.
"You've become agitated, Durotan. Maybe this weakling of a son you call is holding you back." He states. Lo'gosh growls at him as did Durotan, Fenris, and Orgrim did as well.
"This weakling can rip out your throat with his bare teeth in a flash, Warchief." Lo'gosh reported back to him.
He looks at him and smirks.
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"Respect the old ways." He tells them as Lo'gosh clutches his fist, trying to not let his anger get out of control.
"There must some worthy foe somewhere on this... dump hep. Find them all! Try not to kill too many! We need them alive!" He orders and road off. Then Durotan and the other walk to the village, going to help round up the villagers.
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"Father, do you think... that the Fel magic isn't under Gul'dan's control?" He asks his father. He looks at him.
"Yes, I do believe so, the Fel is born of death. Someone must have given him the power to possess it, the question is who?" Durotan said to him.
