Leaving the Stormwind

When we flew to Stormwind, we saw a dire situation. The city was on fire. The walls were almost destroyed, and the orcs were making their way through the large hole like an ocean. The royal palace was destroyed and also drowned in black clouds of fire.

Half of the city had already been taken over by the orcs, but the other half was still held by humans. Although what a half is. So, a small block. Ordinary people plunged into many ships, trying to slowly leave the dying city.

Lothar accelerated and threw himself into the midst of the enemies, who fiercely fought a troop of human knights. I followed him and recognized King Llane Wrynn among the fighting. He brandished his sword, all the while shouting something to the warriors. They slowly retreated, leaving behind the corpses of the orcs, as well as the corpses of the people themselves. It was a last-ditch defense.

Anduin jumped off his griffin and slammed into the orcs from behind. Some did not expect this and paid for it with their lives. He fiercely and deftly wielded his weapon, making his way to the king.

I landed and sent a chain lightning bolt at nearby orcs. They immediately burst into flames and began to writhe in pain. The magicians who landed behind me were in no hurry to die either. Krasus hit the nearest orcs with a fiery stream, destroying dozens at once. Mirell, on the other hand, struck a quick, magical wave strike that threw the nearest row of orcs back somewhere.

"Well, how are you doing?" asked Lothar King Wrynn.

"It's bad," he said. "The orcs attacked us with the most terrible spells. They summoned demons, but we stood. They stood until the strongest warlock we ever saw entered the battle. He burned out entire companies with his magic. It was he who broke through the wall and captured several blocks. It was the bloodiest battle.

The king finished off the wounded orc, who was already choking on blood.

"Then they stopped for some reason," said the king. "After that, not a single warlock attacked us again.

I looked at Lothar and the other wizards who also overheard this conversation. It seems that it was the victory over Medivh that was able to stop the attack.

"If not for that, then Stormwind would have already been captured," he said. "And so, we can only retreat."

"What about the mages of Dalaran? Krasus asked.

"They helped a lot, but it wasn't enough," said the king. "They were evacuated by portals.

"I see," Krasus said, then added. "King Llane, you can count on our support."

"Thank you," he said.

But then something happened that no one expected. The giant rock landed right on the king, crushing him like a pancake. Lothar was knocked back from the impact, but he rolled and got up. I managed to stay on my feet, only now realizing how close death was to me. Luck and nothing else worked here.

"No-no!" cried Lothar and tried to push the stone.

The warriors who surrounded us also looked at the stone with disbelief. None of them could believe that their king died in this way. He died not in battle, but from a stone that fell on him from the sky.

"He's already dead," Krasus said, pushing the stone away with a wave of his hand, revealing a terrifying sight of the crushed body. Lothar walked over to him and slowly knelt down. I also came forward, but I understand very well that I can't help with anything yet. I do not have enough strength and skills to bring back from the dead. I'm not sure if the same Krasus or Mirel can do this. "Lothar, you need to take control of the warriors and the retreat."

"All right," said the knight and got up. He glanced over at the other knights, and they saluted him. Realizing that he was supported by the royal guards, he began to give orders. The orcs had not yet attacked, but they were already close. Our intervention bought a little time for all people, allowing more to board the ships.

"What will you do," Lothar said when the orders were given.

"Mirel and I will go to Dalaran," said the head of Dalaran wizards. "We need to prepare. This war will not end so easily. Alistar can decide for himself."

All eyes turned to me. I thought for a few seconds about what is best for me to do. If I go with the mages, I will have to stand before the council and talk about Medivh. This, of course, will not allow me to do my own training. On the other hand, I can stay here and earn points in Lothar and his people's eyes. Besides that, I will get some combat experience. But there is one but ... This is a war, and everything can end very badly for me if I am not careful. On the other hand, I will not need to participate in the conversation, which will definitely unfold in Dalaran.

"I will stay to help Lothar, "I said, after some more time of reflection.

"All right, young man," Krasus said, then added. "Be careful."

A portal light flashed, and the two mages disappeared. I turned to Lothar, and he nodded gratefully to me. The warriors also looked at me with gratitude. I'm sure their magicians have long been tired and have lost almost all their strength. And I'm still strong and ready to fight. Besides, I have enough energy to help somehow.

"Follow me, "Lothar shouted and drew his blade.

We proceeded towards the giant port. But we couldn't get there so easily. It seems that the king had been fighting for so long that he did not have time to notice that orcs have already penetrated human defense very deeply. They were already preparing to surround him. The corpse itself rode on one of the horses, swaying in time with her steps.

A small group of orcs jumped out at us. Lothar managed to draw his weapon and almost instantly cut off one orc's arm with a weapon. Orc did not expect such a fierce attack, and immediately after that, his head fell. The warriors locked in battle, and I sent lightning bolts at further orcs, burning them.

After that, I killed a dozen more with magic. During this time, the warriors managed to deal with other orcs and took a breath. Almost immediately, we continued our way forward, not paying attention to the fact that the city's outer parts began to burn slowly. The warriors were already too tired to pay much attention to anything. Buildings no longer mattered, only people and ships.

We continued our own advance, and very soon, the size of our unit increased by several dozen soldiers. These were warriors from other troops who lost most of theirs. They all looked at the king's corpse and could not believe it. There was a crash from behind. It looks like one of the human hero statues has been destroyed.

"We're not stopping," Lothar said as a small group of orcs jumped out at us. There were five of them. The soldiers killed them without any hesitation. I didn't even have to interfere.

Very soon, we approached the main front line. Artificial barricades were erected there, behind which archers, warriors, clerics, and magicians were hiding. They were preparing to repel the attack if any happens.

"Lothar," said a warrior in golden armor. "Are you back? Where is the king?"

Anduin nodded at the horse that carried the body. The warrior walked slowly over and froze.

"Oh my God," he said. "And what to do now?"

"We will continue to retreat," Lothar said. "So far, I have decided to take command if no one is against."

"I am not against it," said the warrior. " But you need to know that soon the ships will end. We even have fishing boats. And there are still a lot of people. The panic that begins among ordinary people we have to severely suppress, but that will not work for a long time. Who knows what might happen in the future."

"So what are we going to do…" Lothar said, tapping on his sword. "We can't just leave them here.

"I don't know," said the armored warrior.

A wounded soldier who was missing one arm and one leg was carried past us on a stretcher. He was bandaged entirely and unconscious. This is not the first corpse that I saw today. Our path was strewn with the corpses of not only orcs, but also people. So, it scared me. I never thought this battle was so bloody.

"And also, stones sometimes fly into us, which are launched from the trebuchets," he said. "And I will say that they arrive very accurately as if their gunners have hundreds of years of experience."

"I already knew that, "Lothar muttered and looked at the king's corpse. "So we need rafts."

- They have already begun to make them, - said the man in armor, - But the materials for them have long been running out.

"We ought to retreat somewhere and regroup," Lothar said, accepting the words about rafts. It seems that it is very difficult for him now. We need to find a way out of this situation. If he did not take command, then the head of another person would have to hurt because of this. And so it hurts.

"We can't save everyone," I finally got into the conversation. The warriors looked at me as if expecting me to save them all. Well, I'm sorry, I can't do this. "Perhaps it is worth trying to break through the orcs' blockade and walk along the ocean to another city and there already sit on ships.,"

"I've already thought about this," said the warrior in golden armor. "The success rate is very low here. I don't think those who go will be able to survive this. And do not forget that at any time they can attract warlocks. Then, we will have an even worse situation."

"Who has already entered the ships?" asked Lothar. It looks like he's up to something. I wonder what?

"Some of the magicians who no longer have the strength to fight, some of the wounded warriors and common people," the warrior quickly listed. "Another part is still on the shore awaiting its loading."

"Can we arm the people?" asked Lothar

"No," replied the warrior. "We don't have enough swords; we don't have enough of everything."

The warrior spoke with enough expression to make it clear that things were going very, very badly in Stormwind. What options can I suggest? If I could create portals, I might have opened one that led to the nearest port of another kingdom. Well, I don't know how to open them. I can also try to freeze a huge iceberg and try to put people there. But I'm not sure that I will have enough strength to make a large enough iceberg. If I was stronger, then, perhaps, I could break through by force this orcish environment and lead the people out myself. But I'm not an archmage yet, and I can't do any of this. Throw a wedge everywhere.

Then some other knight ran up to the soldiers. He was dressed in clothes that should not hinder his movement. On his belt, instead of a sword, he had a dagger.

"What news do you have?" The warrior in armor asked him.

"The orcs have begun to advance towards us," he said. "They decided on the last assault."

"How many squads did they send approximately?" asked Lothar.

"Everyone," the scout replied. "All the orcs have stepped forward, ready to destroy us. Until I saw the warlocks, but even without them, they remain a formidable force.

"Bad," said the knight in golden armor. "Lothar board the ship, while my men and I will try to hold them back longer."

"Are you sure, Braum? " Anduin asked his comrade. Braum just nodded his head.

"Take the king's body with you," said the knight. "He needs to be buried properly."

"Warriors," Lothar said to his squad. "You can stay here to help cover others' departure, or you can go with me to take revenge on these creatures in the future. The choice is yours but decide quickly."

The warriors made their decision very quickly. Most decided to stay and cover the retreat of others. Only one in four chose to go with Lothar. They quickly said goodbye, as they understand that this may be the last time, they see each other. After that, they will not have such an opportunity.

We quickly headed towards the port, and then we climbed aboard a medium-sized ship. People looked at us with empty eyes. They no longer have any hope that they can be saved. Fathers sent their children to ships, while they took up arms and prepared to defend themselves, as their fathers and grandfathers did.

The approach of the orcs became visible very soon. The cries of battle were getting closer and closer.

"We are leaving. Announce that," Lothar said to the ship's captain. Some were already afloat, and only the last remained in port.

A trumpet began to play, and the sailors unfurled their sails. They were immediately filled with a light breeze. The ship started, leaving this bay. The battle was already on the embankment itself. The orcs attacked the defenders in a huge wave and, with fury, crushed and destroyed them.

Only at the very sea did they stop. Several of them approached and threw spears, but they only crashed into the stern and did not catch anyone. I walked a little forward and extended my hand. A quick recitation of one spell and a powerful beam erupted from my finger, which cut the nearest orcs in two. Half of the reserve was gone. Perhaps it was not worth doing, since the spell had no effect on the balance of power. The orcs only looked at me with fury and waved their weapons, as if promising big problems in the future. Well, we'll see that.

At half of the remaining mana, I created a stream of wind that filled the ship's sails, accelerating it so that it very soon caught up with other ships. After that, I slightly calmed the wind, letting nature itself work.

Lothar, and many other people, only looked at their city, which they were leaving. I think they hope for a return, but it will not make any sense, since to regain control over the city, you will first need to knock out the orcs from there, and then they will defend themselves for a while. Everything will need resources that the locals do not have and are not yet foreseen.

***

We have already sailed on the sea for several days. There was enough food for everyone. People gradually moved away from what happened to them. The mages were engaged in healing, rehabilitating the wounded, filling ships with food, freshwater, and also raising the wind that filled the sails. Everything was calm, but the problems have passed from where you least expect them: from people.

No, they were not pirates or an attack from another state. It was a rift among the leaders of Stormwind themselves. Many generals wanted to get full power into their own hands, believing that they could govern better than others. Lothar would gladly give the reins to someone else, as this began to annoy him specifically during these days. If only there was one contender, but there were five of them. The entire armada of refugees was divided into five camps. And all those who supported Lothar were the smallest camp. It was only one ship. We could not oppose anything to other boats, since we had few magicians and warriors. But ordinary people are the opposite. On some other ships, the military contingent was larger. The skirmishes have not yet come, but soon everything can turn into a carnage, which will destroy the remnants of the people of Stormwind.

Lothar didn't want to get involved in all of this, and we just weren't just behind most of the ships. Nobody dared to go against Lothar, as I supported him. Besides, as it turned out, I was the strongest magician here. This made me happy, but not so much that I began to consider myself the navel of the earth in a few days.

"What are we going to do?" I asked Lothar, watching as one ship approaches the second, and a battle begins between them.

"We will not interfere," Lothar said. "I used to think that power would be a light burden, even when I was the First Knight, but now… I don't like power, I don't want to become the new king."

"If not you, then who?" I asked him. "All these generals who consider themselves worthy, in reality, are nothing. I support you."

"Thanks," Lothar said. " I will try not to let your faith in me."

"In addition, if we want to warn other kingdoms about the danger of the Horde, then we must go directly to other kings, and they simply will not listen to others."

"Anything is possible," Lothar nodded. It was evident that he was not happy with what was happening now, but he could not do anything so far. "Listen, I got an idea."

"What kind?" I asked him.

Lothar told his idea, and I looked at him in surprise. It was very dangerous, as it could lead either to defeat, after which Lothar would be left alone, or to the unification of all ships under his leadership. My job was supposed to be uncomplicated and straightforward. All I had to do was kill the rebel generals who want the crown. The chance of success is small, but it is there. And if everything works out as he planned, Lothar will be a new and full-fledged leader.

But after a while, we had to abandon this idea, as the battle went into a hot phase, attracting more and more ships. The outbursts of spells and the cries of warriors, mixed with ordinary people's cries, showed that everything is developing in a completely different way. Not as we thought.

A particularly large ball of fire broke out, and one of the ships began to sink slowly.

"It looks like your idea will no longer be realized," I told him.

"Possibly, "Lothar nodded, then added. "But it may be that we will come back to it. After all, the winner of this fight will want to get the crown. And I have it."

"So, we'll just watch?" I asked him.

Lothar nodded. But the fight was not going to stop. Now almost all ships were in this battle. This aroused suspicion since even children took part in this bloodshed. Lothar frowned at all this and tried to understand what it is, and why everything is happening this way. Other people who were with us on the ship watched with bated breath as the ships, one by one slowly sank to the bottom. The whole battle began to resemble madness.

Our ship stopped and was in no hurry to approach there. The spells that flew from there only intensified. The current began to slowly bring bloodstains to us. This is really scary.

"What's going on?" Lothar asked me. "Is there some kind of magic involved?"

"I don't know," he answered, gripping the staff harder. "I don't know what's going on there. But for some reason, they just can't stop."

"Alistar, can you do something?" asked me Lothar.

"I don't think so," I answered him and closed my eyes. My mind slowly began to perceive the surrounding space. The energy swirls from the ships were so large that they made it difficult to notice any extraneous magic to any friend. So, it might be worth working differently. What could be the source of the madness of these people? Only artifacts, potions, or direct magic.

I can't feel the potion. It will be necessary to get a sentient body who is fighting there and conduct a detailed analysis to find potions. So it's worth looking for artifacts. But, no matter how hard I tried, I could not find anything. So there is only one thing left ... Someone is running this "ball". Someone very powerful.

There was no one around the ships or in the sky, which means there was only one place where the enemy could hide, namely at sea. At a fairly deep depth, I discovered a strange creature that gave off energy in jerks. This energy disguised itself as a natural background and then influenced the people on those ships. Strangely, this creature did not release its energy at us. If it did, then we would also get involved in the battle.

Having already found it, I emerged from the state of feeling the surrounding space and then created a spell that should show me what kind of creature is attacking us. It lay on the water, thereby making it transparent. It was a very difficult spell for me since the transparency had to be made very large to reach the body.

There was a dragon. A Black dragon.

The sight of him made me sweat, and I instantly ended the spell. I hope he did not have time to notify us. After that, I spun the staff, causing a mighty wind, which instantly filled the sails so that they almost began to burst.

"We need to leave and hurry," I said. "Did you see that dragon in the water?"

"Yes," said Lothar. "But what's so terrible about this dragon?"

"It was a dragon from the black flock," he said. "When I was studying with Medivh I had access to a huge library with a lot of knowledge. Only one Black dragon survived. Aspect. Rumor says that he went over to the Old Gods side and almost destroyed other dragon groups that were supposed to protect Azeroth from demons and other aliens in ancient times."

"Hmm," Lothar drawled. "And you say that all this time he was hiding somewhere?"

"I don't know," I answered him. "Everything is covered in mystery."

We quickly moved away from the flaming ships. There was no way to save them. I understand that very well. Lothar takes no action, only looks into the distance. A lonely tear rolled down his cheek, and then he said:

"Well, no, I will destroy every orc, everyone who is responsible for the destruction of my people."

It was a powerful oath, and something tells me that he will fulfill it. You know, I also don't like things like this happen in this world. I don't like that some dragon can just appear out of the water and destroy a huge number of people without pity. I'm not going to forgive him so easily, and when I have the opportunity, I will pile him myself. Better yet, if I can destroy his plans. I don't know what plans he has, but I will destroy them. Clutching my staff, I turned away and stared at the horizon. We continued our journey, leaving behind a whole cemetery. It is not possible to save anyone there, as I had not hoped for otherwise. And if we climb there ourselves, we will also fall under the influence of magic. We may be acting stupid now, and perhaps not. I don't know.

***

Dawn came slowly. A sleepy fishing town called Southshore was slowly awakening. Some people were already preparing to go to sea. They took their own boats and, arguing, prepared.

There was an unnatural fog this morning. It swept everything around, hanging over simple wooden houses and hiding the sea, which, as all residents knew very well, is right at the edge of their city. Although they could not see it, they could hear the sound of waves hitting the shore, flowing around the only dock in the settlement. Going out to sea in this weather would be suicide. So the fishermen were just waiting. The silence that reigned around drowned out all sounds except the sounds of the sea.

And then they heard, no, they even felt something else. Something dangerous, scary, and at the same time, lonely. This something came slowly and steadily, floating through the fog. Light rumbles of blows against stones and urged people to leave their homes and look at the sea to anticipate what will happen there.

People looked at the sea and saw a small black dot that slowly increased, like some wave. The children who watched it started to run away, frightened by the event. Adult fishermen were prepared to run away in the same way. None of them wanted to die from an unknown threat.

A lonely ship emerged from the fog that had seen better times. There were too many people on this ship, so it was planted very deep. The village residents could see children and women there, which calmed them somewhat, showing that they were not pirates. It seems that these people were not going to take over or attack. On the contrary, they tried to escape the terrible disaster that awaited them on the way.

The headman of this village stepped forward a little to be the first person they met. It is he who will have to solve the problems with the settlement of these people. And everyone understood that they would need a place where they could stay.

When the ship ran aground, people began to descend from it. They didn't pay attention to the cold water. How much they had to go through to become so alienated. Some sprawled crying on the rocky beach. Others stood and breathed deeply, joyful at parting with the water. The fog began to dissipate, the morning sun broke through it in its thin beams, which quickly disappeared, replaced by strong rays, and the inhabitants of Southshore could see everything clearly. Those people were not an army. Indeed, many of them were women and children, many were poorly dressed, skinny, and weak. They were just people. Many of the survivors were so overworked that they could only stand or stumble.

Some of these people were in armor, but there were so few of them that you don't even need to count. Particularly attention was drawn to a tall man in armor and a young guy in a robe and with a staff. They moved away from their people and examined the inhabitants of the village. There was no aggression from them, only interest.

"Greetings," the warrior said, taking a slight step forward. "I want to thank you for the meeting. We are refugees fleeing a terrible, terrible war. I ask you for any food and drink you can share and shelter for our children."

The headman listened attentively to this warrior's words, trying to understand if there was any malicious intent in them. But so far he had not seen anything like that and could only come forward to talk to these strangers. Looking again, he waved the residents of his village to help these people.

Immediately there was a noise, and the inhabitants of this town immediately began to take away the refugees, setting the tables. They dragged them out into the street so that everyone had a place. Several aged women took the children and went with them to a local healer to see them.

"Thank you," said the warrior, going up to the headman.

"We cannot allow women and children to suffer from hunger and cold," said the headman. "Now tell me who you are and why are you here?

"My name is Anduin Lothar," the warrior said, adjusting his beard. "I was once the first knight of Stormwind."

"Stormwind?" the headman cried out in surprise. "But this is overseas!"

"Yes," Lothar said and exhaled. "We sailed for many days, went through storms and winds to get to the calm and peaceful coast."

"And you weren't even attacked by pirates?" The man asked in surprise.

"We can fight them off," Anduin said and nodded at the man behind him. "If I'm not mistaken, are we in Lordaeron now?"

"Yes," said the headman, and then added. "Lordaeron, Southshore village."

"I recognize these lands," the man said. "I studied the maps, but I don't remember such a village there."

"Are you from Dalaran?" asked the headman. The man's speech was different from Lothar's. And this question was just at random, like a finger pointing at the sky.

"Yes," the guy replied. "But don't worry, I won't be here long."

The headman exhaled with relief. Although he tried to hide it, he did not quite succeed. The wizards of Dalaran were strong, and he heard that the king considered them to be his allies and advisers, but the headman himself preferred to stay away from this magic and those who possessed it. Such people are always dangerous and in their own minds.

"We won't be here long," said Lothar. "We need to meet with the king as soon as possible and tell him about the situation."

"It takes time to get to the capital," said the headman. "Don't worry about your people. They can stay here and live with us. This will not weigh us down."

"Thanks," Anduin said. "I'll repay you as soon as I can."

"Don't worry," said the headman. "I will send someone ahead on a swift horse to convey a message to the king. What message should I send him?"

"Report that Stormwind has fallen, King Llane Wrynn is dead, and the dark creatures have reappeared," Lothar said. It was evident that it was not very easy for him to say this. After these words, he exhaled.

"Good," the headman replied seriously. The situation was very unpleasant, and now he understands for sure that he cannot hesitate. After all, the fall of one of the kingdoms can promise problems for other kingdoms. And problems mean an increase in levies for ordinary people. Also, the number of thieves and robbers will only increase. "I'll send William ahead. He has the fastest horse."

"Okay," Lothar nodded and rubbed the top of his head. "Alistar, and I will also need horses."

"Alistar?" asked the headman.

"It's me," the magician replied.

"Okay," said the headman. "We will prepare horses and supplies for you."

Alistar nodded and pulled out a few silver coins. The headman accepted them without hesitation.

Alistar nodded and stepped aside, looking out to sea. The wind blew slowly into his face, blowing his hair. The sunlight that shone in his direction made his face look like the face of some hero. The headman even caught himself, thinking that he liked this magician. Superior not in appearance, but in spirit. Throwing in a silver coin and headed towards the stables. Their best horses were there. At the same time, he did not forget to give his people instructions so that they cook.

"Why did you pay him?" asked Lothar. If someone heard this conversation, he would be surprised. "He gave us everything like that, for free."

"I don't want to be in debt," said the magician, and banged his staff. The waves died down for a few seconds so that later they would return to him. "And money almost always makes a person keep his word. Moreover, it is just metal."

"I understand," said Lothar. "You know, I feel there are still many events ahead. I may not be able to survive everything, which is why I want to ask you to promise me one thing."

"Okay," Alistair nodded after a while.

"If I die, promise to put up a statue of me in rebuilt Stormwind?"

"Of course," the magician answered with a chuckle and smiled. "But I certainly won't allow you to die in the nearest future."

***

Neltharion walked slowly across the land in his orc form. He chose it for himself long ago and went a long way from one clan to another, thereby winning many leaders' sympathy. The dragon was ready to begin his plan. The clash of people and orcs passed like clockwork as if luck itself was on his side. After that, it was only necessary to stir up the people's hatred towards the orcs, forcing them to face each other when retreating. He was sure that Horde artifacts would be found on the ships that affect the mind.

This was all part of a detailed plan that the black dragon and the former Aspect built. The next chain in his plan was very simple. He needs to strengthen the orcs since, after this protracted war, they have weakened. And so he began to prepare.

The Dragon Soul, an ancient artifact that helped defeat the Burning Legion in ancient times, is about to fall into the hands of one orc clan. During sleep, the black dragon inspired this clan's head that they could return back to the sky, as it was in their home world, before he slowly began to die. And once in their hands, they will be able to create a magnificent trap for other dragons, thereby almost instantly raising Neltharion above others, allowing him to once again fly over cities, burning them to the ground.

The dragon wanted everyone to remember his name. Deathwing. The dragon that carries death itself on its black wings.

As he approached a small gathering of orcs, he saw Orgrim, already raising his legendary hammer, which had pierced Blackhand's skull, over the tortured body of a warlock named Gul'dan. He was on his knees and said something. Neltharion just grinned at this and started to listen.

"Because you need me," Gul'dan replied to a question, raising his head to meet the gaze of the warlord. "Yes, you destroyed my Shadow Council and united the Horde under your rule. This is what you had to do. Blackhand was not strong enough to lead us. You're strong, and that means you don't need advice." He licked his lips. "But you need warlocks. You need us, and you cannot deny it - after all, people have their own magic, and without us, you cannot oppose anything to their power." He shook his head. "And you have very few sorcerers left in stock: me, Cho'gall, and a handful of newbies. I'm too useful to kill me just for revenge."

The dragon chuckled at that. He remembered well how, together with this Orgrimm, he found the place where the warlocks were hiding along with the Shadow Council, and then enthusiastically cut them. They tried to flutter, but what can they do against the orc, which is covered by the Aspect himself. Nothing ... they only had to die, and shed their blood.

Orgrim lowered his hammer slightly, agreeing with the words of the chief warlock. And Neltharion himself could agree. If there are no warlocks, then the Horde is left without magical support. And so after this massacre, she became very weak. Suppose he wants to unleash a new war between the races of Azeroth and the Burning Legion. In that case, his pawns must have the ability to fight on an equal footing. Now that the people will definitely unite in the face of danger, the orcs should also be strengthened.

"What are you talking about is true, " admitted the orc. Still, it is evident that he needed great willpower and self-control to say the words "And I appreciate the needs of the Horde above my own," he bared his teeth and bent to face the warlock to growl, "I will let you live, Gul'dan. You and those of your warlocks who survived. But only as long as you are useful to me."

"Oh, we'll be helpful," Gul' dan assured him, bowing low. He already had a plan. "I will create for you creatures you have never seen before, mighty Orgrim: warriors who will serve you alone. With their power and our magic, we will crush the mages of this world while the Horde tramples on its warriors."

Neltharion remembered how the same orc had commanded the other orcs with great conceit. And now bows low. Life is still a fascinating thing.

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