The Warcraft Chronicles

Chapter 15

Axe ran through the rankings of the Sentinel, thinking that he had broken through. As the dust cleared and the sand settled, he realise in horror to see that he was surrounded by a horde of shields, slowly closing in towards him. A hook was flung over the shields and managed to catch cavalry over his body. The skeleton warrior shriek in terror as he was yanked off his horse and into the shields. It slided open and the hook pulled the skeleton in, followed by a terrifying cry as the skeleton was tore into pieces, it's remains tossed over the shield back to Axe. The Scourge cavalries was stunned for a moment, and it was followed by a scurry of madness. More hooks flew over the shields and took more skeleton warriors. Before Mogul Kahn knew what was happening, most of his warriors have been gone, only bones remain. Only a handful of Skeletons remained.

"Formations! Shield us!" Yelled the Skeleton King. The Skeleton warriors immediately sprang into action, plating their shields on top of each other, creating a void of shields. Some warriors charged at their wall of shield, only to be knocked back by a force of shockwave.

"What do we do now?" Said Thrall, worried. A grin appeared on Furion's face.

"Call in the Rock Golem."

A low rumble rattled the earth and it shook as the golem walked towards the group of Skeletons. Flame arrows and spears were thrown at that the golem. Uneffected, it moved on. Suddenly, it shuddered, cracked and crumbled to the floor. Axe smiled, thinking that he had defeated the golem. A loud rumble shook the earth, and a spike shot out of the floor, penetrating the shields, shattering the formation. There was a loud, low horn and the tyrants took off, killing anyone in sight. Axe took off, switching on his battle fury, and spinning as he cut down tyrants as if they were merely paper. A huge shadow loomed over Mogul Kahn, and as he looked up, he only caught a glimpse of Jakiro, the double headed dragon before he unleashed his fire and ice. The last thing Axe thought of is his people, slaughtered, and never will be avenged.

The battle was short. The skeletons, outnumbered 1 to 4, were raided. Most have abandoned the mission, and those who had stayed to fight were either dead or dying. Thrall took a glimpse at the Skeleton King before took his head off with the swing of his staff. The Skeleton King crumbled, falling to his knees and crumbling to dust. The rest of the skeleton warriors have gone. The battle? A victory. The Sentinel gave a battle cry, a signal of victory.

The field had been abandoned, the wind softly washing through the trees. A simple cross covered a metre of the lands, and a Skeleton hand sprang to life.