"This is all the people thats left of the ambush?!" yelled bitterly Cairne Bloodhoof, shocked. Even with his failing eye sight, Cairne can see all the warriors clearly.
"This is unacceptable!" the old bull continued. "Now how are we to fight?" Furion walked up to Cairne.
"My old friend, not all is lost. Not all wars have been won in numbers." He assured Furion.
"Thrall, you are right." Furion spun around to see Thrall walking slowly towards him. "Not all wars have been won in numbers. Tactics and quick wits have out smarted quantities twice as large." There were footsteps behind Thrall, and the elve called out.
"Thrall, our couriers sent to spy our enemy has been killed, but it managed to pass the information to our ground couriers before it fell." The elve pulled out a brown papyrus and handed it to Thrall. Furion can see the colour drain from Thrall and Cairne's face as they read the information.
"Fif...Fif...Fifty thousand land troops?! Five thousand Frost Wyrms?!" Cairne stammered as he read the inscription. He scanned the crowd of warriors. Roughly one thousand.
"The Sentinel can't hold off another attack like that, not with the weak defences," said Furion emotionlessly.
"So? Whats the plan Furion? Stay here is not an option." said Thrall. Furion walked up the the world tree and touched it with the tip of his staff. It immediately shrunk, turning into a small seed, resting in Furion's palm.
"Our plan," Furion looked up. "Is a trap."
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The Warcraft Chronicles
FanfictionUntil now, war rages between the Sentinel and the Scourge...
