Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - EpilogueEpilogueWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Epilogue by Daneas
“Perhaps this is what the world needs.”
The raven, perched on a branch, watched King Anduin and the people of Stormwind carrying his father’s remains into the city.
“A fresh start, a new beginning.” The raven headed towards Stormwind, its castle being repaired. “A second chance.” Arno stood beside a tree, observing a girl and her mother. “A chance to grow stronger.” Grass sprouted between the stones of a ruined wall. “A chance to remember our mistakes.” The raven flew over an unmarked grave bearing the symbol of Lordaeron and continued its journey north, passing through countless lands. “A chance to mature.” Arator led the survivors of Stromgarde forward while Danath limped beside him, his arm draped over the half-elf’s shoulder. “A chance to reclaim what once was lost.” Genn Greymane arrived at the gates of Gilneas, other worgen beside h
Warcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter XVXVWarcraft: Return of the Lich King - Chapter XV by Daneas
Wrath of the Lich King
“Do not lose faith!”
Tirion pulled a soldier to his feet and waved at another lot to make haste, hollering.
“Tirion!” he heard Darion Mograine’s voice.
The Ashbringer rang out as Tirion deflected the blow from a sword-wielding demon, both of his blades burning a bright green. He parried a second time and a burst of light caught the demon by surprise. Tirion swung, spraying demonic blood around him, and thrust, the Ashbringer ending the demon’s life in an instant.
Tirion watched an infernal crush a soldier while a pack of felhounds tore another man apart, screams, shouts and battle cries echoing all over the battlefield. “Stay in formation!” he said, the combined forces of the Alliance doing their best to hold their ground.
Another soldier st
Warcraft: The Sun King - PrologueWarcraft: The Sun King - Prologue by Daneas
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 and untouched. He strode forward and took a good look at it, wondering the meaning behind it. It was then that he turned towards one of the three balconies, the sky thundering.
“Greetings, young prince.”
Kael’thas bowed. “I ha
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