The Warcraft Chronicles

Chapter 1

"Move forward!" yelled Thrall at the top of his voice, as the tyrants and drurids shuffle slowly onwards. As the battle raged, Thrall can feel the power of the elements beating and pleading for help. As he pushed that thought away, he was surprised by the the meeting of Furion, the Prophet of the Sentinel, leader of the Night Elves who has materialised infront of him Thrall.

"I have never thought I would live to this day, to see the battle between the Sentinel and the Scourge," he sighed deeply, and gazed into the horizon.

"It will be sunset soon, my young orc, you ought to return to the World Tree before they appear." With that he turned, desorting space around him, and as quick as he appeared, vanished. A low, long horn sounded.

"So, it begins."

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As Thrall marched upwards a hill with his troop of tyrants and drurids, he halted, holding up his fist, and indication of stop. Right infront of them was a ziggurat, a scourge defence tower. With a green orb hovering above the tower, it is capable of obliterating almost anything that dares to draw close. Thrall's muscles tensed, and with the sight of ghouls patrolling the area, a head on battle is fatal.

Then he saw him.

His armor as strong as diamond, his horse as black as the moonless night sky, and his victious blade, as chilling as ice. It's name? The Frostmourne. Even from a distance, Thrall can feel its strength and chill. He can hear and echo of souls, slain by the Frostmourne. As the lord of Avernus scanned the landscape, he stopped at the hill; the hill where Thrall was at. A chill ran down Thrall's spine as Avernus' empty eye sockets stared on. eventually, he turned to bark serveral orders to the ghouls, then does he leave. Had Thrall not realised that he was holiding his breath, he would have fainted. Suddenly, a soft ping can be heard from behind Thrall, and before he can react, a powerful shock wave knocked him off his balance. Landing on his back, he glanced around, only to see his army of tyrants and drurids slain. And a hairbreadth away from his eye was the Frostmourne.

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