Delurk Bloodsnarl prepared to depart from the Razor Hill barracks. After hours of careful strategizing, the greatest rebel figureheads had concluded on sound battle tactics. The process was grueling due to the racial variety present, each with their own ‘genius’ ideas, although a compromise was met.
Before the titanium orc could saunter across the outpost and up the slope, a gruff, fuzzy hand halted him.
‘’What do you want, Heavypaw?’’ Delurk eyed the pandaren peevishly.
‘’I have seen you fight.’’ he responded. ‘’And I have watched you train the warriors. No spy could command soldiers like you do. I was wrong, Delurk Bloodsnarl. You are no traitor to our cause.’’
Folding his tree-trunk sized arms, Delurk prepared to reply before Husto interrupted him.
‘’But you are still a monster who only joined us for self-fulfilling purposes.’’ the pandaren’s steely gaze met Delurk’s intensely. ‘’And I will never forget what you and your grunts did in Pandaria.’’
‘’I do not seek your forgiveness, you corpulent fool.’’ Delurk growled. ‘’I seek your aid in this war.’’
Hesitatingly, Husto begrudgingly agreed. ‘’You are the lesser of two evils.’’
‘’Hmmph.’’ the titanium orc rumbled warningly.
Without another word, the brawler joined his ally-of-circumstance up the dusty path leading to Far Watch Post.
And from there…
All around Unorak, fire blazed ceaselessly. The very heat of the burning realm would’ve dehydrated him in minutes if his water hadn’t constantly kept him preserved and refreshed.
Screams filled the air, screams which sounded as if they belonged to mortals. That detail, however, was overlooked upon seeing what horrors the fire plane bore; colossal, two headed behemoths which roamed the charred earth, as shrill cries of phoenixes pierced the sky, their wings rhythmically beating as they scoured for prey.
Searing tornados wandered astray across the barren land, pursuing whatever could be incinerated. Anything green, if it had ever grown here, had been burned to ash long before recorded history.
Spontaneously, a fire spirit coalesced in front of the Shaman.
‘’Your trial is simple.’’ The creature told him. ‘’DEFEAT ME!’’
A fiery claw reached out to engulf Unorak, although the shaman surrounded himself with water before the spirit could snag him. The struggle between fire and water resulted in a thick coat of steam covering the battlefield.
From out of the smoke, the orc charged. The wind aided his step as he barged into the elemental, flying into the air with it. With a stern kick, he pushed himself from the infernal before dousing it with torrents of water. Summoning tremendous gusts of wind, the shaman then hurtled the spirit into the ground.
With anticipation, he shifted nervously as the smoke became clearer. The earth hardened his will, allowing him to press on. He’d need to, because…
The spirit appeared unharmed.
‘’The lesson in fire is simple.’’ The otherworldly being smirked at him. ‘’POWER IS THE ONLY TRUTH IN NATURE!’’
A pyroblast sent Unorak hurdling back into the rocks, although the earth caught him and set him down gently before any more damage was done.
Tossing an axe at the spirit, the shaman couldn’t help but to smile as it struck the elemental’s shoulder. He enchanted the weapon with Frostbite as it sunk into the being’s fiery body.
Belching an unholy shriek, it hucked another wave of consuming fire in his direction. Resourcefully, Unorak created a stone barrier to shield himself, but it didn’t hold, and the shaman was forced to roll away as it crumbled before his eyes.
Calling down rain on the elemental, Unorak used it to assist him in his offensive as he swung fiercely at the flaming foe with his bare fists. The wind parted the elemental as he struck, making his blows much more deadly. He aimed to strike the core.
‘’Don’t you understand?’’ crackled the creature, knocking the shaman’s hand out of his burning body. ‘’The other elements have taught you nothing but WEAKNESS! DENOUNCE THEM, AND EMBRACE UNTAMABLE POWER!’’
The fire spirit disappeared as Unorak swung again, only to reappear behind him and place both burning claws on Bloodsnarl’s thighs, instantly sending scorching pain up his backside.
‘’HNNNNNNGH!’’ the shaman cried out as he collapsed, desperately crawling away from the fire spirit. It pursued him yet, towering over him ominously.
Unorak flipped around to blast the elemental’s fiery skin aside, in an effort to reveal the core. Hopefully, he sent a geyster of water at it, although the spirit was able to recover before any true damage could be dealt. Its next move was to envelop Unorak completely in a flaming tornado, in an effort to char his skin off.
‘’SURRENDER!’’ the chaotic spirit hissed. ‘’DENOUNCE THE OTHER ELEMENTS, AND YOU SHALL LEAVE THIS PLACE ALIVE, AND AS AN AGENT OF DESTRUCTION, IMBUED WITH THE MIGHT OF THE FLAME!’’
Expelling a final effort to defeat his impeccably indestructible infernal adversary, Unorak blasted at the inside of the tornado with water, earth, and wind alike. Nothing was able to overcome it.
‘’The other elements have taught me lessons of tenacity! Freedom! Patience!’’ retorted Unorak, despite parched lungs. ‘’If they are virtues I take to my grave, so be it!’’
Slowly, the searing tornado came to a halt, and the shaman collapsed onto the hard molten floor.
‘’Well played.’’ The spirit applauded. ‘’You have passed the trial of fire.’’
‘’W-what?’’ Unorak barely coughed the words as he attempted to quell his dry throat with restorative water.
‘’Fire is power.’’ The creature continued. ‘’You did not have the strength to defeat me, but you are merely mortal. However, despite the fact that you were going to lose and die, you resisted my offer of otherworldly might under my servitude. Power without control is chaos incarnate. I am an elemental, but that places me as a force of the universe, not a force to unmake it.’’
Both infuriated and relieved, Unorak rose to his feet, his breath still heavy. ‘’Are we done here?’’
‘’So energetic. So…. passionate.’’ It almost seemed as if the spirit licked its lips at the final word. ‘’There is one more element you must visit before you reach ascendancy.’’
Too tired to ask, the shaman merely met the fire spirit’s gaze. The creature’s brightness stung his eyes, although he was too fatigued to care.
‘’It won’t be a trial or lesson like the ones you’ve faced thusfar.’’ reassured the creature, detecting Unorak’s haggard expression. ‘’Think of it as a humble meeting.’’
With that, the spirit wrapped its bright claws around him. Surprisingly, the fire didn’t sting as it once had. It seemed as if Unorak had truly mastered the element.
Despite such a terrific achievement, he had little time to take pride in himself, as the fire creature had teleported him to the final realm.
The realm of life.
And it was beautiful.
Approximately several hundred yards from the Valley of Spirits, the wind seemed to have a pungent smell about it. Every fighter rode tensely as Delurk led them toward their destination, perhaps their final destination. Both Koah and Husto requested they fight under the titanium orc’s guidance, albeit with different reasons for doing so. Oddly enough, a blood elf had also desired to join them. While Delurk noticed her, he never spoke of or directly to the woman.
Her hair was a short blonde, her eyes the standard emerald green. Pragmatically, she donned brownish-gray leather armor, perfect for disappearing into Orgrimmar’s rustic environment. The Blood Elf looked extremely useful for penetrating enemy lines and tearing them apart from the inside, and the titanium orc made a mental note to take advantage of her skill.
Nontheless, more pressing matters were at hand. As they encroached on the Orcish capital, silhouettes could be seen in the distance.
Kor’kron who were expecting them.
‘’WARRIORS OF THE HORDE!’’ Delurk thundered, facing his battalion. ‘’The day has come! Today, we will take back OUR city, and restore the Horde to its full glory!’’
His steely gaze drifted amongst his combatants. Some of them, the elf included, were barely more than teenagers.
Some of them WERE teenagers.
‘’But do not fight this battle merely in the name of your honor, or your riches!’’ the titanium orc continued. ‘’Fight it so that the next generation may prosper, and the generation after! Today, we show Garrosh that no force on this planet OR ANY OTHER will conquer us!’’
Inspired, his warriors shouted in approval.
‘’There are two fates of the coming battle.’’ The titanium orc spoke as he removed his helmet. His bald head reflected off the sun. ‘’You will live and become heroes, or you will die and become legends!’’
Cheers rang out again, almost deafeningly.
Unsheathing his humongous weapon, Delurk spurred Durek as he led the pack into the fray.
‘’Don’t just stand there!’’ snapped Norkom at the other side of the battlefield. ‘’KILL THEM, YOU COWARDS!’’
Foaming, starved wolves snarled as they pounced forward, their riders just as eager for blood as the rebels seizing the gate.
Delurk leapt off Durek and into the fray, cleaving the first two Kor’kron heads clean off before thrusting his blade into an oncoming wolf, sending its rider catapulting forward. Anticipating the flying orc, Koah speared him through the chest with an earthern barb, before dodging an incoming axe. To the second Kor’kron’s disdain, his blade lodged itself in the troll’s makeshift pole.
Taking advantage of the stuck weapon, the shaman swung at its wielder, although the grunt jolted back as Koah’s axe was also caught in the earth barb.
Growling, the Kor’kron tackled the troll and rapidly rammed his fists into his narrow sides. Torntusk wheezed for breath, attempted to block the beating with his elbow, although the sheer brunt of the force was overwhelming.
Wisely, Koah took a different approach. He ignited his fingers with flame and jabbed them into the grunt’s eyes, causing him to stumble back, screaming. While he was blinded, the troll removed his axe from its dirt sheathe and chopped at the orc’s side, killing him instantly.
Meanwhile, Delurk faced off against two riderless wolves and an atrociously massive orc, which the titanium rebel suspected to be genetically enhanced. Voraciously, the wolf to his right pounced first with jaws extended, although Delurk caught the wolf with its mouth open as it knocked him to the ground.
The orc-giant loomed belligerently as the two creatures wrestled with their titanium-clad meal. Reaching for his boot knife, Delurk attempted to ram it into the aggressor wolf’s mouth, although its brother bit his arm before he could do so, causing him to lose his grip on the dagger. It whimpered as the ex-Warlord’s titanium plates cracked its teeth, although the pain paled in comparison to the fist in the snout which followed shortly after.
Flung back several feet, the white wolf whimpered as it struggled to get up. Before it could, Delurk hurtled its brother atop it, pinning both beasts down as a man-sized sword ran them both through the heart.
‘’YOU KILL PUPPIES?!’’ boomed the larger orc in rage, his wrath no longer inhibited by his furry companions. ‘’I KILL YOU, PUNY REBEL SCUM.’’
Clumsily lumbering forward, the titan-orc took the first swing as Delurk dove out of the way. The ground shook as he fell on his stomach, but he hopped back to his feet and drew his sword, facing the colossus with courage.
Drooling slightly, the massive orc charged at him again, his wingspan snagging the titanium rebel before he could escape. Hamfistedly, he compressed his bulk against Delurk, and while the smaller orc struggled, he could hear his bones crack.
‘’Gonna crush you like coconut.’’ the brute giggled sadistically.
While he writhed, the goliath’s iron hold seemed impenetrable. His second boot knife was close, yet out of reach. It seemed as if for all his cunning and tactics, he’d still be flattened by a mook of raw strength.
Suddenly, Koah appeared atop the behemoth with two axes and began slashing madly at the back of its neck. Screaming in pain, the huge orc dropped Delurk to seize this new threat, but by the time his overgrown hands found Koah, the titanium rebel’s blade had run him through the stomach.
‘’OOooourouugh….’’ the humongous man-beast fell, not with a bang, but a whimper.
Licking the blood from his face, Koah grinned at Delurk, and the former Warlord couldn’t help but to admire his bluish ally’s combat prowess.
Meanwhile, the slender Blood Elf engaged Norkom in an intense melee. Quite similar to the massive foe they had just defeated, the faceplated orc swung awkwardly as the girl danced away from his attacks, landing several stabs on him with every ill placed stroke.
‘’STOP CHEATING! HOLD STILL!’’ whined Norkom as he was incited into rage.
Wildly, he initiated a frenzied assault on the blonde elf, consisting entirely of horizontal slashes. She boredly dodged them, even yawning as she plunged one of her daggers into his kneecap. If not for his armor, the orc would’ve been dead long ago.
Surprising her with a vertical cleave, the orc’s decorated red axe bit deeply into her skin.
‘’Auuuyugh!’’ she gasped before collapsing to the floor.
‘’AHAHAHAHAHAH!’’ jeered Norkom, closing his eyes to take in his triumph. ‘’I AM THE GREATEST! I AM THE BEST! I AM UNDEFEATA---‘’
The orc detected his lone boasts in the silence and opened his eyes. Almost everyone under his command was dead, and the titanium rebel was rushing at him with vindictive rage.
‘’GET ME THE WARCHIEF’S GIFT! NOW!’’ screamed Norkom to his engineers as he retreated over the bridge leading to the Valley of Spirits.
By the time Delurk had caught up with him, Norkom had already pulled his trump card.
An enormous metal scorpion, complete with razor claws, a laser cannon tail, and a furnace for a mouth, clanked threateningly before him.
‘’YAHAHAHAH!’’ howled the faceplated loyalist as he activated the Scorpion’s heat ray.
Racing away from the beam, the titanium orc knew he had to think swiftly. As fast as he was, the laser was faster.
Cunningly, he plunged into the water next to the bridge, and as Norkom’s beam struck it, a thick fog emerged.
‘’Where’d you go?’’ Norkom scowled. ‘’COME OUT AND DIE!’’
A loud ‘thump’ caused the newly appointed warlord to stiffen, followed by the puncturing of metal.
The titanium figure appeared atop the cockpit, and his hand lunged forward to pluck his cowardly nemesis out of his death machine.
‘’NO NO NO NO!’’ pouted Norkom as he forced the controls forward. ‘’STOP CHEATING, DELURK!’’
Hanging on by the sword implanted into the creature’s metal hide, Delurk braced himself as the scorpion clacked out of the Valley of Spirits and into the Cleft of Shadow.
Norkom attempted to detach his rival with his juggernaut’s metal tail, but to his absolute horror, Delurk had already ripped it off.
‘’Gyah!’’ shrieked the faceplated orc as he intentionally drove his machine against the walls of the cleft while it ran. Sparks flew as Delurk grunted, but he remained steadfast.
Barely managing to place his hand on the edge of the cockpit, Delurk hoisted himself up as Norkom continued dragging his machine against the cavern wall.
Grunting, the titanium orc seized his fumbling foe by the back of the tabard and threw him across the Cleft of Shadow, causing him to collide into a wall before falling into a hut.
Delurk swiftly yanked his blade from the juggernaut, before jumping off it as it smashed into a nearby Doom Guard, which the warlocks had doubtlessly summoned to fend off the Kor’kron.
Wasting little time to dust himself off, Norkom raced through the Ragefire Chasm, with Delurk in hot pursuit. While the faceplated orc was much slower, the lava which the cave emitted proved a worthy obstacle for the titanium rebel, as his enemy navigated through it with relative ease.
As they raced through the Kor’kron Barracks, war raged all around them. Humans fought alongside trolls against orcs and goblins.
‘’Pinkskins? Here?’’ Delurk muttered under his breath. If he wasn’t preoccupied, he would’ve slain them personally. This was the Siege of Orgrimmar, true, but the Alliance had no place in the Orc Capital, regardless of occasion.
Frightfully, Norkom bolted up iron stairs as Delurk’s sword nipped at his heels. The faceplated Warlord turned the corner and darted into next room…
Where another hulking orc awaited him. This was no mere orc, either.
It was none other than the Kor’kron Leader, Malkorok, who was now five times Delurk’s size.
‘’Great leader!’’ rasped the out of breath underling. ‘’Our halls have been breached! Invaders pour from the stairway! Defend us!’’
‘’I should kill you where you stand.’’ retorted the towering Blackrock. ‘’Although you’d serve me better to warn the Warchief. Tell him that intruders have broken through the gates, and have now slunk into the Underhold. Go, before I gut you!’’
‘’He will go NOWHERE.’’ roared Delurk, marching into the chamber.
‘’Warlord.’’ Grinned Malkorok, as Norkom took the chance to flee further through the Underhold. ‘’It looks like Norkom isn’t useless as I thought. He has brought you to me…’’
The Blackrock took several groundshaking steps forward.
‘’And to your death.’’
Thrusting his blade-hand forth, the Kor’kron leader snarled as Delurk ran through his legs, his sword directed upward.
In reprisal, Malkorok swiftly turned around to swat the titanium orc against the wall as if he were weightless.
Before he could follow up with a more devastating blow, a sword pierced his back. Usually, such a thrust would be lethal, although in Malkorok’s altered state, it was little surprise that it merely agitated the hulkish levitation.
The sword’s wielder was a brown-furred tauren, completely covered in golden armor, a beacon of Light in one of the world’s darkest hours.
‘’Go now.’’ he nodded to Delurk as his titanic opponent turned to face him. ‘’Finish what was started. I’ll hold him off.’’
After a brief salute, the orc took after the faceplated fiend.
‘’You’ll regret that.’’ leered Malkorok, shaking with fury at the Sunwalker. ‘’The Warchief gives me STRENGTH!’’
The tauren elected to remain silent as reinforcements came to his side.
Then, the Kor’kron Leader charged.
While Delurk was uncertain of what lurked further down the hall, he wasn’t afraid as he traversed the dungeon-like stronghold.
Torches burned dimly along the cold iron walls, as if they had been lit some time ago. Contributing to the unkempt atmosphere, spider webs could be found In several corners.
Delurk noticed a small whimpering sound, and after stalking around the corner, he noticed three thin orcs, one adult male, one female, and one sickly child, all shackled against the wall.
Peculiarly, the small family was familiar to Delurk. Upon closer examination, each orc was covered in bruises and oil stains.
Revelation struck like a hammer.
This was the family Scargash took him to see after the demise of Deathwing, during the days depression held him down. The same family which motivated Delurk to reemerge from the depths of despair and fight again!
A family which was now forced into slavery by the Warchief, subjugated while they were weak.
Vigilantly, Delurk prepared to cut down their chains, although after noticing the fear in the child’s eye, he spun around with sword in hand to parry Norkom’s axe.
As he forced the faceplated orc’s blade back and began his offensive, a hand struck him from behind, pushing him forward as Norkom’s axe cleaved his stomach.
Fortunately, Delurk’s titanium armor blocked enough of the blow so that it wouldn’t be fatal. Seizing his ambusher from behind, he smashed him into Norkom, and they both went crashing into the wall.
To his astonishment, it was none other than Husto Heavypaw.
‘’BETRAYER!’’ roared Delurk, provoked into rushing at the pandaren.
‘’I do what I must!’’ the brawler retorted, catching Delurk’s falling blade between his palms before kicking him away. ‘’The Kor’kron will EXECUTE my child if I fail to obey them! It’s YOUR fault they have him in the first place!’’
‘’You will waggle your lying tongue less after I’ve severed your head from your bloated body!’’ Delurk snapped back, hucking an idle axe on the ground in Husto’s direction.
Deflecting the projectile with his fist, it flew across the room, nearly beheading the chained female orc as it clattered to the floor.
Finally recuperated, Norkom came at Delurk with full force, although the titanium rebel effortlessly seized the orc by his arm and smashed him against the wall behind them. The Kor’kron slunk to the floor as Husto came in for another spin kick.
Blocking the foot with the blunt of his sword, he jammed the hilt into the brawler’s nose, matting his fur with fresh blood.
Husto wavered, but didn’t falter. He came at Delurk again, faking a front kick before going in for a punch. His strike landed successfully on the warrior’s chest, and his titanium armor bent from the impact.
Suddenly, a dagger pierced Delurk’s back, and he keeled over.
‘’AHAHAHA!’’ bragged Norkom as he stood victoriously over his longtime foe. ‘’I HAVE WON! I AM THE B---‘’
An axe pierced the back of his scalp, and the faceplated fool died before his carcass struck the floor.
The male orc, who had managed to wrestle the stray axe that landed near him from the ground, had cut his family free before rushing to the titanium orc’s side.
Husto Heavypaw sank to his knees in shame of what he had done. Since Norkom was slain, his children were safe.
Finished with their rumble with Malkorok, the revolutionaries raced down the stairs to catch a glimpse of the commotion.
A masked, white furred pandaren placed a hand on Husto’s shoulder and hoisted him up gruffly. ‘’You will answer for your actions in Pandaria.’’
Koah brushed by the Monk to find his friend lying deathly still in a shallow pool of blood, not all of it his.
‘’Delurk, mon!’’ the troll exclaimed, hobbling over to his side.
The two adult orcs gave him room to examine his friend. However, their child was more reluctant. It took several minutes of coaxing for the parents to call their son back. Touchingly, it seemed as if the youth’s devotion to the veteran enabled him to open his eyes.
He reminded the titanium orc of what was worth fighting for.
The future of the Horde, so that all races, orc, blood elf, and everyone in between, could live in prosperity, without the burden of darker times looming ahead. Where a troll child’s shelter would be accounted for, due to freshly sawed Ashenvale trees. Where slaves would scrub the floors and build the houses, instead of orcish laborers. Where famine would be solved by the accumulation of fertile Alliance land.
Delurk sat up painfully fast, causing him to rub his back softly.
‘’Careful mon!’’ urged Koah. ‘’If dat Kor’kron’s dagger was an inch closer to ya spine, you neva would’ve fought again!’’
‘’Hmmmph.’’ grunted the titanium orc, unwilling to acknowledge the medical analysis.
The dagger to his spine was far from the first of his injuries. His chest was battered, with a sizable gash through his stomach. Restorative waters patched him up as best they could, though it’d take an hour or so before he fully recovered.
Helplessly, he watched as rebels poured through the iron-clad doors, slaying the Kor’kron in their path. Everyone present knew he would’ve instantly traded places with them if he were able, but fate’s sadistic hand prevented him from assisting his brothers and sisters in combat.
Unorak Bloodsnarl couldn’t believe his eyes. The realm of life bloomed as an open, green field, surrounded by distant mountains. The sky was white, although the atmosphere was joyous, not dismal.
‘’Welcome.’’ Something whispered in Unorak’s ear.
He turned around to find the origin of the voice, but he saw only spirits flocking gracefully past him and back through the underbrush. Interestingly, they appeared to be spirits of departed Frostwolves, although he knew none of them. Their lives, once drowned in conflict, were now restful for eternity.
In this realm, there was no physical pain, death, famine, disease, or even sleep. There was only the sheer ecstasy of existence. He knew he shouldn’t envy them, but he couldn’t resist.
As he rustled out of the grassy field, a lake came into view. There, sitting by the lake, were two females, one orc, and one Night Elf. The Kaldorei was clearly trying to soothe her melancholy companion, who seemed depressed despite her tranquil surroundings.
Unorak extended his hand to the Night Elf, although he fell through her and onto the other side. Strangely enough, she didn’t even notice him.
To his complete surprise, it was the priestess Delurk had slain so long ago! His beloved Keya! (us.battle.net/wow/en/forum/top…
Frantically waving his hands, he attempted to seize her attention, although she seemed too affixed on her orcish friend to notice. Desperately, he tried to shake the water by the pond in which they rested, but it wouldn’t heed him either.
‘’They cannot see or hear you.’’ it seemed as if the plane itself spoke to him. ‘’For the living and the dead cannot communicate.’’
‘’W-what?’’ called out Unorak to whatever it was that spoke to him. ‘’Life spirit, can you not allow me to speak with my departed?’’
‘’I shall, my dear servant.’’ replied the plane. ‘’Although there is something you must do first.’’
‘’What is it? Anything!’’ he cried.
Suddenly, his world seemed to fall away as an image of inside a dreary citadel appeared before him.
A dark figure approached an undead rogue, who stood confidently beside a human death knight with folded arms.
‘’Are you prepared?’’ the silhouette inquired.
‘’You’d better believe it!’’ grinned the rogue, nodding eagerly. He jutted a finger at what Unorak expected to be a massive machine covered with black cloth. ‘’The boys dug up the rest of the hammer fragments, so all we’re needin’ now is the priest’s half. Reckon this here device’ll flush ‘em out.’’
The dark figure held out his hand as the undead placed ancient crystals into it.
‘’Conclavis has the rest?’’ frowned the bulky figure.
‘’Don’t you worry a smidgen.’’ giddily replied the Felblade. ‘’I’ve sent him a postcard of my latest works. Reckon he’s going to get over here in a real jiffy to finish this Hammer.’’
His larger companion appeared somewhat impressed. ‘’I would commend you, although I’ll save my praise for after the Hammer is in my possession.’’
‘’No worries, bossman.’’ The undead replied. ‘’No worries at all…’’
The image faded away.
‘’The shrouded figure, who identifies himself as Ignotus, wishes to end all life on Azeroth.’’ gravely reported the life spirit. ‘’If he completes the Hammer, it’s quite possible he’ll be able to achieve his dark goal.’’
‘’But spirit,’’ replied Unorak. ‘’Why stop him? This realm is so tranquil! So harmonious! None of the world’s flaws exist here! If every mortal lived in this plane, we would all be at complete peace!’’
‘’Incorrect.’’ the voice replied. ‘’If Ignotus exterminates all life, the cycle shall be broken, and this realm will fall into chaos. Wicked hearts will drive the plane into something unrecognizable. You must stop him, and with the lessons you’ve learned, you’re equipped to do so. It is your calling. Your destiny.’’
Unorak swallowed. ‘’I understand. But spirit, who is this shadowy demon? He hides his identity so keenly, Ignotus can’t be his real name.’’
Unfortunately, he began to fade from the realm of life as the spirit’s final words echoed in his mind.
‘’Live and learn.’’
After an hour, Delurk was fully rested. Vindictively, the revolutionaries had struck down everything in their way and broken into Garrosh’s throne room. However, not everything went according to plan, and Thrall had been defeated by Garrosh Hellscream. They were now in a standoff with the Warchief, as a massive, dark heart pumped rhythmically above him.
Rendezvousing with the rebels, Delurk assessed the situation. Thrall laid there, thrashed and whimpering like a disobedient puppy. The titanium orc couldn’t help but to scoff. After Garrosh was deposed, perhaps he’d cut out this weakness in the Horde as well.
His Sunwalker companion had survived the battle with Malkorok, save for a few scratches. Torches lit his glorious golden armor, although humility gleamed in his eyes.
‘’He must be stopped, and now.’’ rumbled his stalwart ally. ‘’If he consumes the Heart completely, he may single-handedly destroy both us and the Alliance.’’
Flinching at the last part of his comment, Delurk growled under his breath. He had almost forgotten about the infestation which had befallen Orgrimmar. Even overzealous orcs belonged in the City more than humans and their allies did.
Yet that was an issue for another time.
‘’Then let us strike now, and end this!’’ Delurk drew his black great sword.
‘’For the Horde!’’ every rebel voice rallied in unison.
‘’I, Garrosh, son of Grom, will show you what it means to be called HELLSCREAM.’’ Bellowed the Warchief meeting the challenge vigorously.
Gorehowl swung forward, splintering the Sunwalker’s shield. Many blades rose up in an attempt to run the Warchief through the chest, although most were countered by his weapon.
As Garrosh finished his parry, Delurk thrust his sword into the Warchief’s leg. Jolting it back, Hellscream avoided most of the damage, but it did create a wound just above his knee.
‘’Grrroawwwugh!’’ roared the Warchief, backhanding the titanium orc with enough force to send him sailing across the room. ‘’Farseers! Mend our wounds!’’
Enthusiastically, several dark shaman hustled into the chamber, closely accompanied by a holdout line of Kor’kron warriors.
‘’Delurk!’’ Vrang called out, locked in the fray with Garrosh. ‘’Cut off his reinforcements! Leave his death to us!’’
Nodding at his old friend, Delurk leapt to his feet and charged at the encroaching shaman. His strike was intercepted by a Kor’kron warrior’s axe, although the titanium orc’s blade broke the weapon as if it were a twig.
Violently, he snatched the warrior by the neck and stabbed him in the face with his sword, cleaving his skull in half.
‘’Anger… hatred…. Fear… the weapons of war… THE TOOLS OF A WARCHIEF!’’ Garrosh proclaimed as dark energies from the heart levitated him into the air.
Even the Kor’kron paused in astonishment as Sha power engulfed the Warchief’s body. Chaotic energy shot uncontrollably through the room, slaying several Kor’kron and rebel alike before Garrosh disappeared with the revolutionaries he was fighting.
The silence didn’t persist for long before combat broke out once again. Since their protectors had either vanished or perished, the remaining Kor’kron shaman attempted to flee from the titanium orc. Tossing the sword between the healers as they fled, it pierced both of their sides deeply as it spun.
‘’GARROSH!’’ Delurk roared. ‘’YOU HAVE DEFILED OUR LAND, STOLEN OUR CITY, AND CAST OUT OUR ALLIES! SHOW YOURSELF, AND I WILL GRANT YOU A SWIFT DEATH. ONE YOU DO NOT DESERVE!’’
As if on queue, the room began to shake violently. Suddenly, the Warchief, along with the rebels, came crashing out of the Heart and onto the floor. Garrosh now resonated with sha energy as it pulsed through his veins.
Unfortunately, Vrang’s fall seemed to be more fatal than others. After cracking his head against the iron floor, he laid perturbingly still.
Motivated by their fallen ally, the revolutionaries fought harder than ever. Rapidly, blade and spell pierced Garrosh’s flesh as the army began backing him into a corner.
Frothing with rage, the Warchief signaled for his engineers, which, until this time, had been unseen.
Siege engines groaned as it seemed like massive chunks of the wall were coming out. To the Sunwalker’s horror, they were positioned directly at the raid.
The giant metal wheel raged forth as it spun to bring death toward Hellscream’s enemies, although before it could make impact, it was halted.
Screaming as he held the machine in check, the massive golden tauren shook with effort against the bestial device. Every fiber of his being was expended to keep his allies safe, and the titanium orc couldn’t help but to salute as the wheel came to a full halt.
Instantly, the tauren collapsed, but by that time, Garrosh had nearly succumbed to his wounds.
Losing any sense of restraint he might have had, the Warchief seized the Heart of Y’Shaaraj and devoured it, causing him to grow tenfold in size, and a hundredfold in power.
He had so much sha energy, he himself couldn’t contain it. Rabidly, he attempted to shake off his attackers, although they held on with a death grip.
His own corrupted blood seeped down the bridge of his nose as his body began to grow numb. The dreams he had of orc supremacy had been shattered before his eyes, and the men and women in his presence were to blame. He had had enough.
Gyrating ferociously, the Warchief extended his axe in a final act of spite.
Horrific tides of dark energy began rippling through the room, and while many sought shelter, few found it. Delurk frantically searched for a safe haven, although he found nothing.
He closed his eyes as a wave of devouring sha magic approached him, but it never made contact.
Instantly, he reopened them. Koah Torntusk was sprawled out across the floor, his body limp and lifeless.
He had sacrificed himself so that Delurk might live, and instantly, the titanium orc’s mind drifted back to Rika, who died in a similar scenario.
Defeated, Garrosh Hellscream collapsed to the floor as Thrall finally stood up to chastise him. However, Delurk’s priorities were currently elsewhere.
‘’Ya did good, mon.’’ Koah offered a ghostly smile.
‘’Troll….’’ Delurk began, though he was at a loss for words. ‘’…..Why?’’
‘’I goan be honest witchu.’’ Torntusk replied. ‘’I got one crappy life. Ya spend all your time in a desert, with no girl, no friends, and no status. Then you go to war as a grunt, where no one cares watchu think. It’s hard, mon. But you. I heard about you and your girl. There’s still a chance. It may be hard to believe, but you’re da only friend I got. And my only friend is worth dying for.’’
Outstretching his hand, the troll gently tugged the titanium orc to his side.
‘’Love is da best thing ya can have in life. Ya hold onto it, or ya die trying. Understand?’’
Gradually, Delurk nodded.
‘’Good.’’ wheezed Koah, clearly nearing his last breath. ‘’One last thing.’’
‘’What is it, old friend?’’ asked Delurk.
The troll beckoned him closer, to whisper in his ear.
‘’Stay away from da voodoo.’’
He allowed himself a raucous cackle, and then.