Deception (a World of Warcraft Fanfic)

The Seige of Orgrimmar: Part II

"This way," I lead our army down a dark tunnel in the inner city, "The entrance to his emergency fortifications is down here."

We were bruised and beaten, morale was down, but we carried on. I could hear Nazgrim at the other end, barking orders to the Kor'kron.

It felt like a lifetime ago, meeting Garrosh and Baine in the hidden map room before departing for Pandaria. Now, I was one of the only allies that knew how to get into the underground fortress where Garrosh waited patiently. You couldn't have known then , I told myself, that this bloodbath was to come...

It was behind the walls of Orgrimmar that Garrosh began to reveal the near perfect hand of cards he held. Bloodied, beaten members of the Horde were locked away in cages, nearly starved and infected to death. Hundreds of Kor'Kron, the ones who were seemingly missing from the blockade fortifications, were there for the sole purpose of torturing them. The sight was emotionally tolling, even to our temporary Alliance allies.

The pain turned to rage as familiar faces emerged among the captive. It was not enough, simply to liberate them, it became personal. Garrosh was depending on this, he fought battles on two fronts, physical and mental. In their anger, some were careless, almost oblivious to their surroundings, and the casualties rose.

I assisted in the evacuation, going door to door and escorting civilians to the front. This fortress was also home to many innocent, fearful families. It was our job to carry personal belongings for the weak and make sure no child's plushie was left behind as well as break through the near impermeable defenses of Orgrimmar.

We were ready to face Garrosh after the horrors we witnessed, we stormed Gromash hold, and we demanded he answer to his crimes.
But Garrosh was no where to be seen.

Using my memory of the secret caverns, along with the other champions who had met with the former warchief underground, we were able to locate the entrance.

Now, we stood eye to eye with the most powerful general in Azeroth, Nazgrim himself. His former soldiers struggled not to salute.

I wanted to leave right then and there, I couldn't look him in the eyes. Nazgrim was the first to believe in me, he saw a hunter when others saw a little girl with a bow. He built up my confidence and turned me into a powerful weapon, a little girl with a bow who feared absolutely nothing.

"It is an honor to finally face you in combat." He spoke to his former army.

"Soldiers, into formation!" He ordered to his new one.

We engaged, the Kor'kron forces were well trained, no doubt products of Nazgrim's impeccable leadership. Warriors fought us head on, while assassins picked us off from behind. Raven watched my back as the other archers and I worked as snipers in attempt to thin their numbers. We were without a doubt the priority targets of the assasins, who had forced us to keep our backs against the walls of the cave, out of range.

Our warriors couldn't touch Nazgrim, many didnt realize he was a General for a reason. The orc fought with skill and showed no sign of tiring. He could take on five, ten at a time and still have the upper hand.

We were losing. We couldn't react quickly enough to Nazgrim's orders, our numbers were dropping. Then, Goraff spoke, "Get off of him, focus your fire on his men, he has a spell on him."

Not even I had noticed the magic aura surrounding him. No wonder we couldn't scratch him, he was protected by a magical shield. Goraff stared in disbelief as he watched his orders put into action. Confidently, he climbed atop a boulder and continued on, guiding us through the battle.

The tides turned, with Goraff's birds eye view, we were eventually able to find some of the shaman protecting him, weakening his magic ward to the point we could fight back.