The Warcraft Chronicles

Chapter 5

"They are preparing for battle. I can feel it." crackled a low, cunning voice that shuddered his minions beside him.

"My lord, they will never know, how would they? We have our tightest courier guards circulating our bases, they would never know we will strike them." said one of his minions. Instantly he regreted uttering thost words as the Dark Lord turned towards him. The Dark Lord's eyes bored into his soul, and instantly, the minion frose, and cracked, and finally split in half, the look of horror still and forever will be on his face.

"Gather the frost wyrms," he bellowed to the remaining minion, who was shivering.

"We will give them the first strike."