The Warcraft Chronicles

Chapter 14

Axe waited impatiently for the message from the Dark Lord's courier. He had been ordered to man his battle stations and wait until a signal to break into the Sentinel's ranks. But for the past hour, nothing had returned. Beside him was his fellow comrade, The Skeleton King. He held a gleaming sword, tip ablaze. Even the hollow eye sockets were enough to make him shudder. But that also reminded him that he was also once dead. He looked back to the day when the human paladins had manage to round him and his men up, slaughtering all of them. That memory had pierced his heart so hard, and he had sworn revenge for his people. Suddenly, he heard a swoosh, and turned around just enough to evade the arrow that was primarily aiming for his chest. He turned, seeing Aiushtha the Enchantress riding away with her maidresses. Sneering with anger, Mogul Kahn abandoned the task of waiting for the dark lord's courier, chasing after Aiushtha, yelling, "Forward!" 

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those fools, thought Aiushtha. They actually fell for it. She ran as fast as her feel would carry her. Although the enemy was stupid, their force were widely known as fatal. She ran up a hill and off the other side. She turned around to the warrior waiting and winked at him. The warrior nodded, and blew a huge horn. A dozen of men on horse back rode towards the hill, a piece of wood attached to the back of the horse. They rode around the hill randomly, creating a whirlwind of sand, creating a blurry landscape. Axe, Skeleton King and their minions burst through the sandstorm.  

At last, thought Axe, I see them. Through the sandstorm, Axe could make out a small opening in their formation.  

"there!" he yelled. "Theres an opening! To arms!" He charged in with his minions, thinking that he had broken through the opponent rankings. What he didn't know was that the opening was a door to his doom.

Furion looked through the green orb. He could see everything clearly, as the sandstorm did not effect his courier in the air. The opponents have fallen for their trap. He had place his soldiers with a shield, shoulder to shoulder, making a wall of shields, in a shape of a circle. In the circle, small lanes connected to each other, making the wall of shields a maze. He had closed up every entrance, trapping them in, and closing the space smaller and smaller every time they entered each lane. And this is what they call the turtle formation.