The Dark Lord's eyes flung open.
"Looks like my dragons are not enough to destroy the spirit of the Sentinel." He chuckled. He swirled his hands in a oscillating motion. A fume of green and gray appeared in front of his throne, and two large, gargoyle like wings solified out of the mist. The wings flapped, spreading the mist, and out walked a creature.
"Go now, do as much damage as you can, weaken the Sentinel, do whatever it takes to destroy their hope and faith." bellowed the Dark Lord. "Do you accept this mission?"
The Terrorblade glanced up, smirking.
"Of course I will."
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The Warcraft Chronicles
FanfictionUntil now, war rages between the Sentinel and the Scourge...
