The Warcraft Chronicles

Chapter 11

The entire nature force marched forward, as if the forest itself was shifting its positions. Deep in the core of the tyrants was Furion, merely glancing forward as he concentrated at the tiny seedling that is the World Tree, just minimised in its smallest form. It is hard to believe that this small seed is the item sustaining all the life of the tyrants, and above all, nature. The sky was turning from night to daybreak, a small ray of warmth shining upon Furion, for once, he felt safe, he felt at home, and the war was over. But he knew, no, the war had just started.

"Furion!" someone cried out over the shuffling of the tyrants. Furion glanced around to see Thrall, fighting his way through the sea of trees.

"I have sent my courier ahead to find a suitable place for a stay. Looks like it had found it," said Thrall. As Furion peered out to the far end of the nature army, he could see the courier circulating an area of land.

Looks like the courier had found the right place. A smooth, flat land stretched across a far distance, enough to easy fit the army.

"We'll settle here. Get to work!" Instantly wisps materialised out of the trees,floating towards the land, and started to build up the essential structures. Furion walked to the centre of the land, crouched down, and planted the seedling. He rose and walked back. For about ten seconds, nothing happened. Suddenly, branches cracked through the soft soil, and before their eyes, the tree expanded, instantly sprouting to a fully grown tree. Just under a minute. Everyone had been scattered to do their duties. Thrall and Cairne setted up a table with maps to take note of tactics and areas.

"We are here." Thrall pointed at the map. It shifted, and formed the layout of the base.

"The Scourge is about there." Thrall pointed at the map, and it shuffled, giving an approximate position of the Scourge base. "We are not able to exactly trace where their base is. Their relics are far too strong to infiltrate. I sent a flying courier out to keep a look out, and this is what it is seeing right now." Thrall folded the map, put it aside and picked up an orb to place on the table. The orb shimmered a light green and blue before shifting into a birds eye view of the ground. What Furion saw struck him deeply. An army of undead skeleton was marching towards their orginal base. Looks like they didn't know they had moved. But what was leading them was the threat. Lucifer. The Doom Bringer marched with such darkness that rotted the floor beneath him. His terrifying look and weapon is bound to destroy. But now, worry was written all over his face. Something troubled him. Suddenly he cried in pain, and fell to his knees, and who was it that threatened that monster? Only his leader would. An shimmering image of the Lich appeared in front of him. But all Furion can hear was a soft muffing sound, and nothing else. What could trouble him?