36 Narrowly Escaped

(A/N: I finally got my Death Knight to level 50, it took longer than expected. Funny thing is that in pre-patch my no gear Demon Hunter does more dps at 1600 than my full gear Fury warrior at 1400. Big dumb. If this novel gets enough traction I might make a fun guilds for people to throw their alts into. May do a poll on love interests soon, it has been decided he will have two wives, an evil one and a good one. But I need idea's for the candidates.

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As we walk back to the makeshift fortress with the new army the miasma begins to fade from the land. It leaves behind permanent blackish streaks that look like veins running through the stone.

Many of the citizens seem happier than I expected having been raised from the dead forcefully. It turned out they were actually happy to be free of their doomed afterlife. The majority of them were not allowed to pass on to the afterlife and were left to be normal wandering spirits or vengeful spirits killing those who came near.

I guess being undead is much better than an existence like that. Don't tell that to the Wraiths and Banshees though.

Amon and Gunther were raising lower level undead and infinite skeletons according to my miracles and not their old magic. This kept them from drawing through the Shadowlands, instead, they pulled from Death using me as an anchor.

Once we got back to the fortress we saw that Prime had already set up a temporary portal to the necropolis. A few of the death knights were wandering around helping out the citizens that needed it as well as helping to build the stone walls.

Siro was standing at the portal speaking with Prime while he held the portal open. Siro's men were walking through dropping off some rations. Although undead do not need to eat many do like to, and those that I raise have the full sense of taste not the dull taste like the common forsaken.

"What are you doing down here Siro?" I ask walking up to the both of them.

He lowers his head as he turns to me "Lord Lorian, I felt like since we are going to be here for a few hours we should offer help." He peers past me to the army I walked in with. "But I see that is no longer needed."

"Ah," I mutter looking back at the mix of citizens and soldiers alike "Yeah, I'm sure things around here will advance quickly, especially with Amon and Gunther here."

Siro smirks "I am getting Amon back right?"

I laugh a bit "He will be joining us again after we reach Silvermoon... After I conquer The Ebon Hold I will be placing other leaders along with you."

He nods "Of course. I may be powerful but I am still weak compared to the Horseman. Darion and the princes would be a hard fight."

I shrug "I'm sure with your training and new power you could certainly match them at this point."

"Perhaps… Pestilence is indeed very powerful." He says as black ice forms in his open palm.

I nod as I look back for Nathanos and see him talking to the same forsaken as before. I nod farewell to Siro and walk over to Nathanos.

"Are you ready to lead an army?" I ask cutting their conversation short.

The forsaken looks at me before nodding his head to Nathanos and leaving. "I grew up in these lands. I once called them home. In fact, my old farm is about twenty miles north. We have to go through my lands in order to get to Strathholme in a reasonable amount of time."

"Once we take back these lands I wish to get rid of the ruins and replace them with real cities. I want to clear up the vile creatures that taint this land." He says with passion.

"I didn't expect this type of talk from someone who serves Sylvanas so fervently," I say with a joking grin.

"I serve my land in life and death… It wasn't until I prayed to you that I started to think like this. I thought about what I wanted for the future, not for the short term but for a hundred years from now. I found my answer."

His eyes meet mine with seriousness "And my lady's wishes align perfectly with mine. There is no reason for me to doubt my faith in her. You only advanced the pace that we can get things done."

(A/N: He is dead wrong btw, she had no plans to clean up the Plaguelands, he was stationed there for reconnaissance and nothing else. He is just too blind with faith.)

I nod "Sure, glad I could help."

'That's enough time with this nut job.' I think to myself as I quickly say goodbye and head back to Prime and Siro.

"Let's go, I don't wanna stay here with that weirdo." Siro and Prime both nod with surprised looks.

Seeing their confusion I gesture back at Nathanos "He will never be a part of our army… maybe if he comes around but until then I say no."

They both peer past me at Nathanos and nod obviously judging him. "Once you are done we are leaving for Tyr's Hand. How long will it take to get there?"

Prime tilts his head as he thinks "A day or less," he says without moving his mouth.

"I'll be in my study then," I say as I teleport back into my room.

Once in my room, I sit back down and begin to gather mana from around me as well as souls to feed my power. The souls are honestly more useful for power advancement but there are only a finite number around me so I have to take them in slowly to get the most use out of each.

After a short while, I feel the Necropolis begin to slowly move. These lands are rich in stray souls so I pull more and more as we near our destination until the number begins to dramatically decrease.

I stand up and walk out to the blue hall where Tsar'Rin is studying as usual. I ignore him and walk out onto the balcony. From the sky I see a pillar of light raise into the sky from the horizon. From the direction of the pillar of light, I can feel there is a giant power of death. A Death God or at least something similar.

I turn to Tsar'Rin with a wide grin "I'll be back." He looks confused as I cast levitate and slow fall onto myself and jump with as much strength as I can.

Since I still don't know how to teleport to places I've never seen this is the best way. Without gravity's pull I fly through the air with little resistance until the battle comes into view. An army of undead soldiers lays on the ground with a handful of death knights kneeling before a small chapel.

A man in bright gold armor stands opposite of a dark figure with black armor, The Lich King. My grin grows wide as I slow myself. I slowly near them as Levitate begins to fade and I slowly drift down. They are yelling at each other like they know each other. I'm curious so I drop faster.

"How simple it was to draw out the great Tirion Fordring out of hiding. You've left yourself exposed, paladin. Nothing will save you." The Lich King echos through the rotten trees and open-air above.

"APOCALYPSE!" The Lich King raises his blade and death magic pierces through the air towards the old paladin.

"That day is not today!" says one of the death knights tossing his sword to him.

The paladin catches it as the light bathes him uncorrupting the sword he is holding. A barrier of light stops the rays of death magic. With confidence, he jumps forward with the sword-slashing at the Lich King.

Their swords clash as the sword grazes the Lich Kings and moves on to slash his armor. "This is your end Arthas!" yells the old paladin.

The Lich King backs away holding his chest. "This is not over, next time we will not be on holy ground."

A portal opens behind him as he begins to step through. I quickly raise an arm gathering lighting in my palm. Like a ball, I throw the stake of lightning destroying the portal he made. I fall to the ground with a grin as the surrounding death knights and paladins look at me in confusion.

The Lich King looks at me with his glowing eyes calmly. "You are not supposed to be here." His voice echoes.

I grin "and you're supposed to be dead."

The paladin's eyes narrow "Who are you?"

"Not the time," I say looking at him with a confused look as my eyes move back to the Lich King nothing is there… he got away.

I glare at the old man "Why did you let him get away?"