The Warcraft Chronicles

Chapter 4

As Thrall climbed on his boar, he sensed the wind brush gently upon his face. It seemed as if it is sending Thrall a word of warning, but not telling him what about. Ignoring the wind, Thrall sat tall, scanning the landscape. As tyrants sharpen their branches, and druids preparing relics, the nature force seemed unstoppable. A low whistling sounded, and as he turned, he saw the wisps, zipping around the World Tree, giving it protection it can provide and the warmth of the nature. The spirits of the Nature has started to wake, as the Ancient of War stood tall, it waved its hands at a acre of trees. It rattled, and miraculously, awoke, eager for battle and eager to do their part to protect their creators. As the tyrants scurried to join the army, the Dwarven Sniper appeared, riding on horseback.

"I manager to call in some of my brothers from my village. Hope you won't mind having a spare roommate." Grinned the Sniper.

"No problem, the more the better." chuckled Thrall, and as the Sniper pulled the reigns of his horse, a group of snipers formed around him. Thrall smiled. He wheeled around to face the Dragon Knight. As Thrall opened his mouth, The Knight beat him to it.

"No. I haven't brought flaming dragons with me. Don't look at me like that." said the Knight. Thrall laughed.

"My friend, we need no re-enforcements." grinned Thrall. The Dragon Knight smiled, and he walked off, leaving Thrall with Magina.

"Erm..." stammered Thrall, "so... how's the weather?" Magina continued to remain silent, only to stare into space continuously.

"Alright then," said Thrall, disappointed. "If you need me, just give me a call." Thrall started to walk off, but was surprised by Magina; he had blinked infront of him.

"Promise me," breathed Magina, "capture my brother alive." And he was gone, leaving Thrall staring into space.