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Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter XIV
XIV O Thanagor Bolvar stared at his shield, the light from a nearby brazier dancing on its steel. The door creaked open. “Highlord Fordragon, we’re ready to depart for Icecrown.” The lion on his shield watched him, its eyes glowing as if it were truly alive. “Sir?” He broke away from his thoughts. “Aye.” Bolvar then was lying on the cold ground, the foul air making it hard to breathe. He watched his fellow soldiers collapse, clawing at their throats or strangling themselves, doing everything in their power to fight back the deadly gas. All for naught, Bolvar knew as his eyelids s
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II The Dead Still Live There is much to do, Fordragon. The blade must be reforged, Northrend must be reclaimed and the lich must be found. He knows much. Too much. The elven woman could also prove useful, but be wary, she cannot be underestimated. Arthas did so, and almost perished. She too might be in search of Frostmourne. She cannot be all— Bolvar hushed Ner'zhul as a nerubian erupted out of the ground. “Sire,” the creature said in a raspy voice. “It is an honour to serve you once again. We have been awaiting your return.” Abominable little thing, Bolvar thought, although he didn't make his disgust vLiteratureWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Prologue
His eyes opened and the ice began to crack. Bolvar Fordragon awoke from his long slumber, his eyes flaring like two suns. The ice completely crumbled down and all that was left was the frozen throne. “There must always be...a Lich King.” He exhaled. White puffs escaped his mouth and soon after vanished. “Fordragon…," a voice whispered. “Rise from your throne and take back what once was yours.” Fragmented memories of the previous Lich King flooded his head. “Be gone, spirit. I will not be your puppet.” “Fool!” the voice snapped and all of Icecrown shook. “LiteratureThe Dragon's Roar - Bard Song
From the rubble and the ashes, amidst the chaos and the cries, to overcome the odds a warrior will rise. The fury of the dragon’s roar will shake the whole world and reverberate across the sky. In the night, surrounded by flames, he will fight to retake his rightful place. He will roar and roar until it’s dawn. His enemies will bow before the dragon’s roar.LiteratureWarcraft: The Sun King - Prologue
Prologue The prince walked across the dark corridor, moonlight beaming through cracks and holes upon his crimson-coloured robes, three verdant spheres hovering about him. “Prince Kael’thas.” One of the two nagas guarding the door hissed, a scar running across his right eye. “Lord Illidan has been waiting for you.” They both withdrew their tridents. Kael’thas nodded, his cape flapping gently in the breeze as the door was opened. The room was empty but for the pedestals beside each wall, the largest one standing in the middle of a room, a magical barrier encasing an orange-and-yellow flower, pristine
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