Hello everyone and welcome back. I apologize for the delay but I lost my entire Notes folder so I had to take time to write it all out again from scratch and memory which was DULL AND A PAIN IN THE ASS. This chapter was also a pain as I was trying to find that balance of making it my own while still having at least some semblance of the campaign mission.

Anyway, I am kinda bummed that only one person recommended a girl for Arthas. Said girl was Zelda with a follow up review stating the one from Hyrule Warriors. Now I'm not opposed to this but why did I only get one?

Anyway, this will cover Silvermoon being defeated and some filler between it and Arthas marching on the Blackrock Clan.

Also, I'm debating on splitting this fic into two parts: Part 1 would be Reign of Chaos and Frozen Throne and then Part 2 would be World of Warcraft occurring. Nothing concrete, just debating on it as there would be a decently sized time-skip between Frozen Throne and World of Warcraft.

LAST TIME NOTICE: Weapon descriptions in this are for you guys, it is not how the people in this story would describe them. So if I mention a Kukri or a Templar Sword, then it's so you can picture what the weapon looks like better than me butchering a true description.

Now, let's get to what y'all are all here for.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, see previous chapters

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'Language other than common'

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"Non-Humanoid (Demons, spirits, etc. etc.) speech"

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'Above's speech in other language'

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Chapter 8: Fall of Silvermoon

Quel'Thalas: Arthas' forward basecamp

Arthas looked over his forward camp nestled not more than a mile from the walls of Silvermoon as they prepared for the final attack. Luckily enough, the city had not been made aware of his army's march nor the carnage they had wrought so far. Sylvanas believed the fools that stood against them in the early stages were too prideful to call for help and raise the alarm. Arthas wasn't going to complain though, if the fools wanted to try and fight his forces on their own then they could do so.

However, he did have several Shades watching to ensure none of them could run and alert Silvermoon. While his forces could handle them no doubt, it would make it harder to surround and attack the city from all sides if they were being aggressive as well. Tactically, it was better to leave them ignorant to their impending doom than let them prepare and fight.

His attention was then drawn to Sylvanas' gear that had been given to them for her and Arthas had given the items to her after their… fun with Jaina in the woods. Arthas idly recalled the information Sylvanas received: Sylvanas Windrunner, I am glad you have not succumbed to the folly and idiocy of your race has begun to show in great detail and number over the past few decades. Who I am I will leave to Arthas to explain as I am sure he will tell you about me later on. As to why I am doing this, just believe that it is necessary both for Arthas' sake and the world's.

I know fully well you have seen the fall of your people over the past few centuries, and I'm sure you could see where this would lead if Arthas hadn't started his march. Your king was becoming more and more power hungry and ambitious to the point that in a few months' time he would have marched and taken the southern border lands and started a war within the Alliance controller territories paving way for the demons and other entities to take advantage and claim lands and lives until they were unstoppable. Arthas' march has now stopped that due to the king losing followers, both to death and desertion, and the fact he has not had time to prepare a proper military formation and defense.

Regardless, you are important to Arthas and thus enclosed in the bundle are some items to ensure you can fight, survive, and aid Arthas.

That had been Sylvanas' note to her which then led to Sylvanas, Jaina, and Arthas discussing Damon before Sylvanas then opened the bundle, The Heart Piercer: Crafted from blessed petrified Ebony, Black Drake Heartstrings, Deathweb Spider Silk, and Nightstalker fangs. This bow can pierce the hide of a Highborne Dragon and the bladed tips can pierce plate with ease. This bow will serve you well and will ensure that every shot strikes true no matter the range or target, it merely depends on what YOU are aiming for. It is also receptable to any magic you channel into it and thus allow it to funnel the power into your arrows regardless of the type of arrow or magic.

The Deathblades (Shine is the Dagger and Shadow is the Knife): Two blades forged from the heated core of an Abyssal and cooled in Hydra venom with the dagger being imbued with holy water and the knife being imbued with demon blood. The blades are fast, accurate, and always strike true at a lethal point. Shine will heal an ally or severely harm a demon or Undead while Shadow will poison and curse an enemy regardless of alignment and can launch a Shadowbolt after claiming five lives. The blades are picky on who it is that will wield them, so treat them with respect and they will never fail you.

Quiver of Plenty: Hardened Drake skin quiver enchanted so that it reproduces any type of arrow put into it and will continue to do so as long as there is at least one arrow in it. It is recommended for you to hold an assortment of arrows for a variety of situations and uses so you will always be prepared. Also, do not worry about damage to it, it would take someone of Arthas' caliber to damage it.

These scrolls will engrave runes on your chest, this will NOT hurt, and they are permanent no matter what happens. The first will increase your accuracy with your bow turning you into the deadliest archer to exist. The second increases your minions' power and durability. The third increases your agility and your comfortability with knives and bows. The fourth will increase your spell powers and control over them. The fifth will empower your body; becoming stronger, faster, more agile, smarter, becoming immune to poisons and toxins as encountered, and faster at analyzing a situation. The last one is important, will make it so any weapon wielded will be locked on to the user so it will return if thrown or lost.

These potions are permanent and will not be removed no matter the number of potions outside this bundle are consumed and these will not interfere with each other. Blue will increase magical power to that of an adept and your powers grow the more magic you use. Red is a concoction that will permanently allow your body to heal minor wounds while stopping some of the more serious ones from becoming too life threatening while also making it so the more you fight, the better at fighting you'll get. Silver will increase movement and attack speed. Black will increase your fighting ability and destructive spells and abilities. White increases your beneficial spells and the auras you will generate. Note, the red one does not make you unkillable as Arthas can testify to, it merely makes it harder to kill you.

Sylvanas then drank her potions before having him and Jaina help use the scrolls on her and then they rejoined the group and started the first push into Quel'Thalas.

Arthas then turned his head as Tichondrius appeared, "You've done well… so far. Now your true test lies before you, little Human." Tichondrius stated with his arrogant and superior tone that made each of Arthas' commanders have to restrain themselves from running him through right then and there.

Arthas however was impassive towards him, "I was wondering when you'd show up." Arthas stated as he looked at him in boredom.

Tichondrius merely snarled at the disrespect in Arthas' voice, "I am here to ensure that you do your job, whelp. Not do it for you." Tichondrius growled out and Arthas merely glanced at him

Arthas merely scoffed, "I will reach the Sunwell on my own, Dreadlord. I need no help from some demon." Arthas stated making Tichondrius growl.

Tichondrius then schooled himself since he still needed the mortal regardless of his personal feelings on the matter, "Be warned: It is a pool of mystical energy from which the Elves draw their immortal and arcane powers. They will not give it up so easily." Tichondrius stated before teleporting away.

Arthas merely scoffed at the notion, "Tell me something I didn't already know, fool." Arthas then turned towards the spirit of Kel'Thuzad, "Do you think that he suspects that you've been aiding me, necromancer?" Arthas asked knowing it was indeed possible.

Kel'Thuzad merely chuckled, "I'm sure he suspects quite a bit. It is his nature to assume the worst and prepare for it so his master will not punish him for failure. Now steel yourself, the hour of my rebirth draws near." Kel'Thuzad stated before Arthas approached his scouts.

"Lord Arthas, the remains of the Elven Rangers have set up a base to our right flank. No doubt they will send runners to Silvermoon to warn them and ask for reinforcements." A Necromancer stated urgently.

"Then watch the roads for any signs of them. They can't use the trees since Silvermoon has barricaded and enchanted walls, the only way in is the main roads and gates." Arthas ordered making the Necromancer nod before he moved to send out Shades for further surveillance.

Arthas then leaned to the side to dodge an arrow and saw more of the loyalist rangers coming at them, "Did you forget about us, you wretches?" One of them shouted as they charged the camp only for Arthas to wave his fingers and ice spears rained down on them skewering them instantly curtesy of Jaina.
Arthas then waved his hand and they rose up as drones, mindless and weak undead but good for cannon fodder and mobbing enemies. Even skeletons were more effective than the drones were, but why waste usable and functional troops when he could wear down the defenses with the weak and useless cannon fodder?

Kel'Thuzad then chuckled, "Well, the Elves are nothing but tenacious. They remind me of you, Death Knight." Kel'Thuzad stated and Arthas snorted.

"Unlike them however, I still technically won in the end." Arthas stated as he merely moved the drones to group with the rest that he had his Necromancers revive from the other Elves that they had killed. Arthas had promised his loyal Elves that after the campaign, he would banish the magic from them and allow them to be buried with the rights of the Elves. Till then however, they were serving as his prepared cannon fodder for when it was time to attack Silvermoon, but first they needed to handle those annoying rangers.

However, a Necromancer came up, "Lord Arthas, the rangers have sent a runner to Silvermoon!" He said urgently as the Shades showed the runner moving towards the city, though Arthas questioned the rangers' intelligence since why not give him a Dragonhawk to get there faster? Why not give him an escort? Why make him run on the open road when enemies were all over the place?

"Doesn't matter, the Gargoyles that arrived from Northrend will see to it that none of them make it far enough." Arthas stated and sure enough the Gargoyles swooped down and grabbed the runner before tearing him apart and feasting on the remains.

With that handled, Arthas turned towards his commanders and brought out the map, "Alright, Jaina and I will attack from their west flank; Muradin, Sylvanas, and Uther will cross the middle bridge and clear out the islet before Muradin and Uther push into their camp from the north; and Sylvanas and her group will cross the islet and come around to cut off their escapers the East and ensure they can't hide among the trees. Once the rangers are down, we can split our forces to strike Silvermoon at both main entrances and end this stage of the campaign once and for all." Arthas stated making them nod since the rangers would be focused on Arthas over anything else giving the others ample time to get into position and complete the pincer movement.

Separating, his commanders began getting their forces prepared while Serafina stayed with Arthas and Jaina. Arthas then had his remaining forces prepare themselves for the assault on Silvermoon and to kill any scouts before they could report back to the city before he and his small band moved to attack the Ranger camp.

Arthas and Jaina were at the front with Marwyn and Serafina flanking them followed by their soldiers. One more annoyance to crush and then they could finish the campaign and get some answers from the Necromancer. Answers they knew they needed to fully implement different plans to crush their enemies and end the demonic threats… or so they hoped.

There was a nagging feeling in the back of their minds that there was still a LOT more fighting and threats to deal with before any form of peace and relaxation could occur. However, given the times they were raised in, they were prepared and were ready to fight if even to get scattered days of relaxation.

Some was better than none after all.

Shaking those thoughts away, Arthas and Jaina marched on the Ranger outpost and Arthas started off the fun with throwing Light's Vengeance, which was also called Death's Embrace by his forces, at one of the buildings letting it smash through the building and setting it on fire. This caused the defenders to rush them, only for a large group to be killed by falling ice spears and then another by archers that were with Arthas.

Once the volley of arrows finished, Arthas moved forward to meet them and began cutting down different enemies while Jaina supported him and Serafina stayed beside Jaina to ensure no one got too close to her. Jaina was a powerful sorceress, but it only took one lucky hit to bring you down regardless of how strong you were. Serafina had no intention of letting any of her former brethren get a shot at her mistress no matter how many tried.

As Arthas and his group began to push back the defenders, more arrived making it a stalemate… until Muradin and Uther's group came in and caught them between their buildings and their forces with Arthas' forces baring down on them too. "Stand strong men! We can't let these monsters stop us from protecting the lands and Silvermoon!" One of the higher ranked Rangers shouted as he kept fighting to keep the attackers at bay.

Not that it was easy, mind you.

It didn't help that as their forces fell, Arthas and the Necromancers would raise them up as ghouls, skeletons, and zombies to fight against their former kin and comrades. Plus they were losing room to fall back with even as some animals nearby came to help them. It also didn't help that some of the attackers were their own former comrades that betrayed them and thus knew how they fought and had they defended against incoming threats.

However, as the fighting progressed, the writing was on the wall and one of the commanders ordered a contingent to retreat and warn Silvermoon. Knowing the situation was dire, this caused a band of ten rangers and a couple Dragonhawk riders to break away and flee through the eastern side and flee down the path to Silvermoon. They knew their comrades and friends wouldn't survive, but it was their duty to sacrifice their lives to protect Silvermoon above all else and as such, their comrades would cut down as many enemies as they could to give Silvermoon more time to get forces rallied and strike back.

However, the fleeing contingent was in for a shock as Sylvanas' group came and cut them off keeping them from falling back into the trees and trying guerilla warfare or hiding to go back to Silvermoon. The Dragonhawks quickly tried to fly away and get to Silvermoon, but the archers with Sylvanas were too skilled and the Dragonhawks were punctured by dozens of arrows causing them to crash into the rangers or the nearby river. The few close range fighters in Sylvanas' group cut down the rest of them before moving to flank the rest of the Rangers.

As everyone was fighting, Arthas stood in front of the leader of the Ranger corps after Sylvanas' desertion, "I salute your bravery and tenacity, Elf, but the chase is over and your time has come." Arthas stated and the woman before him scowled deeply.

"Then I will proudly make my stand here, butcher, like that witch Sylvanas should have done with us! Anar'alah belor." The woman stated making Arthas frown at the insult aimed at Sylvanas.

"Not even the light of the sun will help you." Arthas stated as he swung Frostmourne at her and she tried to block with a small pair of blades only to realize the mistake in doing that as Arthas' physical strength vastly outclassed hers and she was forced to her knees. She was then sent back curtesy of Arthas' armored boot slamming into her face.

As she tried to get up, Arthas struck and cut deep into her side making her shout in pain as she laid there clutching her side as Arthas stood over her. "Finish it then… I at least went down fighting and not like the cowards that lie in the city. I told them for months we needed more rangers out here and I was left with next to nothing. My own only consolation is that the same fools were die too." The woman snarled hating that so many within the city were lazy weak things instead of proud warrior elves.

"Don't worry, you'll get your chance to fight more." Arthas stated with a smirk making her frown in confusion before they widened in horror as a Banshee came towards her.

"No! I refuse to become a puppet! No, no, NOOOOO!" She stated and screamed frantically as she tried to raise a blade to stab herself only for the Banshee to rush forward and enter her body making her scream and begin to convulse on the ground as the Banshee claimed her.

Arthas merely smirked and let her writhe on the ground as his forces kept pressing the attack against the remaining Rangers and any allies they had.

Then, she suddenly stopped and lied there a long moment before she stood. As she opened her eyes, they showed her now golden eyes combined with a sultry smile, "Hello my lord." She stated in a different voice than before and her hair had a greenish color to it now and her skin tanned a bit. She then looked down at her clothes and frowned before tossing aside the cloak she was wearing leaving her in just a bra like breastplate and form fitting leather pants with heeled boots. "Hmm, not quite my style, but it will do for now." The woman stated with a slight frown before smiling flirtatiously at Arthas, "Unless my lord and master would prefer I wear nothing at all." The woman stated dragging her fingers along her chest and between her impressive bust.

Arthas merely chuckled amused at his odd sense of luck that he was gaining women that wanted his attention in some specific ways, "You're fine clothed, we do still have a fight to do after all." Arthas stated making her pout but she still nodded, "I didn't catch your name." Arthas and the woman smiled as she pressed her tits out towards him.

"You can call me, Echidna, my lord." The now named Echidna stated with a seductive smile.

"A pleasure, now let's get back to work." Arthas stated making her nod as she took a sword from near her and followed Arthas into combat intent on showing her lord what she could do with her new body.

It wasn't long before the encampment was destroyed and the Rangers all killed off. Of course, they didn't stay dead as Arthas brought them back as cannon fodder to use against Silvermoon. Granted, some of his own warriors fell too, but such a thing was inevitable and he brought them back as cannon fodder as well since he'd release them after they finished with the High Elven city. It was a way for his warriors get another shot at their enemies before leaving this world permanently since not all of his warriors wanted to be brought back if they fell..

Plus, with some of the suspicions that Arthas had, he didn't want any of his warriors being used as puppets by the Dreadlord or his masters. Arthas didn't believe for one minute that the Dreadlord intended for Arthas to keep command of the entire Scourge, but when the time came the Dreadlord would realize the Undead belonged to him and would obey him over all others. However, when the fool of a demon did realize this, Arthas would be shoving his sword through his black heart.

He could kill him now, of course, but that would tip his hand to the demon's masters and cause further problems for them. Arthas needed his opponents blind to his movements and unable to figure out what he was going to do to remove them all until it was too late to stop him. Like now with Silvermoon, there was no one to warn them, no one to get the defenses activated, and no one to get troops mobilized until his forces were marching on the city walls. Walls that would crumble and burn with the city and their precious Sunwell would be tainted and ruined for all time.

Arthas made a mental note to take some of the water before he dumped the Necromancer's remains into the waters. No sense letting that magical power go to waste when they could keep it for emergencies and get some added power in the process. Hell, even the contaminated water could serve a useful purpose to them and better to have it and not need it, then have a need for it and not have it.

Shaking those thoughts away for the moment Arthas grouped up with his commanders, "All right, Uther; you, Muradin, and Falric will take these Undead and your portions of our forces and stay just out of sight of the southern gate and collect the Gargoyles along the way. Me, Sylvanas, Marwyn, and Jaina will head back to the base and have the majority of our Undead march on the western gate with the Meat Wagons providing support. We'll launch a flare when we've pushed through the gate, then you'll both launch your hammers through the southern gate and send the Undead in to start clearing the way for you to lead your forces in. We'll meet up in the middle and then head for the Sunwell." Arthas stated making them all nod since why endanger their main forces right off the bat when the mindless Undead were expendable. Especially since the more flesh covered ones could be brought back as skeletal warriors or magi.

No better to use cannon fodder and expendable forces over their loyal and dependable forces. Good men and women that were loyal and competent were hard to come by nowadays, better to hold off on losing as many of them as they could.

Sure, there was an argument to turn his warriors into higher grade undead, which is what Echidna was classified as since she could possess a body that was to her liking and become a new living being. However, only women could become Banshees, Arthas didn't understand it but it was just how the magic worked for whatever reason. Death Knights could be either gender, same with Necromancers, but Banshees for some reason could only be females and Liches could only be males.

To the point though, while some of his warriors were capable of being turned into upper tier undead not all of them were capable or really suited to be those undead for one reason or another. Plus, some of his warriors when they died wanted to just pass on not continue to fight and wage war. It was nothing against Arthas, they just didn't want an eternal life of fighting and living as a soldier, which Arthas understood entirely. Many joined the military to be given a purpose or earn income to support their families, not because they truly enjoyed being a soldier and then there was wanting to be with any family that passed on as well.

Now, that didn't mean all of his warriors were like that, Falric and Marwyn were chief examples of that. Their whole life was serving in the military and protecting Arthas, they knew no other professions or real skill sets. They were dedicated and loyal to Arthas and serving as soldiers, but they knew how to relax as well and Falric already had Rane and Marwyn would find his own lover when time or the Light permitted. Uther was the same way, he was already pushing into his late 50s early 60s and was still the greatest of paladins and ready to serve.

Arthas wouldn't be the man he was today if not for those three men all contributing in some way and being there for him when he needed it most. Arthas fully intended to return that loyalty in full and if a time came that they didn't want to serve anymore, Arthas would let them retire in peace.

Right now though, they still had several battles to fight and people to kill and Arthas needed all hands on deck for them.

Breaking from those thoughts, Arthas nodded to the others before he, Jaina, Marwyn, and their contingent left to prepare the undead horde to be unleashed. He and Jaina also noticed Serafina giving a mild glare at Echidna, no doubt at her trying to be close to Arthas which was also Serafina's goal. The two could only chuckle as they made their way back and began mobilizing the undead forces, "Lord Arthas, how should we proceed?" One of the Necromancers asked as they were preparing to march on the bridge and their Lord hadn't led them astray so far.

"Send the Ghouls and skeletons across first, they are fast enough that they should be able to start to breach the defenses before they can fully activate. Send the Abominations in next and then send the drones and zombies forward with the Meat Wagons, they're slower but the zombies and drones will take a lot of the hits and let the wagons fire on the towers and defenses easier. Hold off on the Gargoyles, Crypt Fiends, Necromancers, and Banshees going until the first line of defenses have been destroyed." Arthas ordered making the Necromancer nod as he gave the order and the skeletons and Ghouls rushed forward across the bridge with the first few getting struck my magic, glaives, and arrows and the rest got inside the gate just as it was closing and started slaughtering and drawing defenders.

It didn't help them that Arthas was using his own necromantic power to immediately bring the Ghouls back as Skeletons and the various skeletons that fell to combine into different larger more durable skeletons and even a few skeletal versions of Abominations to press forward. Jaina also helped by calling numerous water elementals to the bridge and letting them strike out at the enemy. The Meat Wagons fired on the towers and defenses while also hitting the gate doors to ensure they couldn't close off the city.

However, the Elves were nothing if not determined and managed to close the gates most of the way before the mechanism broke. Naturally, the Elves that were running the gate abandoned it and instead moved to fighting the undead invading their city.

The poor fools joined the fight just in time for the Abominations to slam into the gates forcing them open and allowing the full horde of undead to rush in with screams of pain and terror and roars of the undead filling the air along with the sound of combat and corpses being feasted on.

Naturally, this also had the Gargoyles, Crypt Fiends, Necromancers, and Banshees entering the fray with the Gargoyles providing support from the air with the Crypt Fiends bringing the aerial enemies to the ground. The Necromancers were slower in joining the fray as they were turning various corpses into Ghouls, skeletons, or Abominations to further attack the Elven defenders. The Banshees moved carefully as, while they could fight in their current state, their greater purpose was to take over new bodies for them to use as they pleased and serve their lord as flesh once again while utilizing any new skills and capabilities they gained from their new bodies.

Once in their new bodies, they'd have not only their previous talents, possession notwithstanding, and any new ones that their new body had making them more versatile and useful to their lord. Plus, them taking some of the Elven bodies technically meant more Elves would be alive after this. Their lord didn't want all the Elves dead, just the assholes and those magically corrupted to the point it was better they be killed than spared. Once the Sunwell was corrupted, they'd either be driven mad from the loss of their main source of magic to drain/eat, they'd drink from the well still and corrupt themselves into who knows what atrocities and horrors, or perhaps even worse they'd delve into Fel magic and start bonding to demons to give them more magical power. Such a thing was too risky, better to be merciful and put them down before they could spiral into madness or worse.

Back to Arthas, he watched as his forces fully entered the gates and nodded to a mortar team, who promptly launched a flare into the air as Arthas and his group marched on the gate.

Uther and Muradin, seeing the flare, immediately drew back and threw their hammers at the gates causing a large shockwave that cracked and rocked the gate before it began to crumble and Uther unleashed the undead with him and they charged in like a pack of rabid animals. Uther and Muradin just waited with their forces as the undead charged in drawing fire from magical towers and the few defenders who remained at their post. Of course, against a horde there was no stopping them with such small numbers and too many were on the west end fighting to know that the south was breached until it was already too late due to the pincer movement being fully executed.

Once they saw that the Undead weren't getting mowed down anymore and were pressing further in, Muradin and Uther led their forces forward while letting the Necromancers begin raising the corpses up as more soldiers to send into the fray and wear down the Elven defenses and fighters. While normally, both would be against this sort of tactic, they also knew this was just the tip of the spear for the fight so better to let the easily replaced cannon fodder be killed and worn down over their soldiers. There would still be fighting done even with the horde launching into the enemy, but it wouldn't be as severe and they'd lose fewer people this way which meant they'd have more warriors handy to fight the next fight.

Their warriors could learn, grow, get better at fighting, and learn to adapt and think on their feet. The undead, for the most part, were mindless and won through sheer numbers and ferocity, not skill or tactics and they didn't get better at fighting or killing as they went on. So they were being utilized how they best could be: swarming an enemy and bringing them down while giving their more competent fighters more bodies to bring up their numbers. Arthas and them provided the intelligence for their attack patterns while the undead merely ravaged and destroyed like they did best.

Best of both worlds.

Anyway, once they passed the gate, Uther and Muradin joined the attack with their forces routing out all the Elves. They didn't have to worry much about who they killed, Sylvanas had a few agents within the city moving the innocent people somewhere safe so that they wouldn't be killed or harmed and could be gathered again by Prince Kael'Thas Sunstrider, when said prince eventually came to investigate rumors of his homeland being attacked. With luck, the prince wasn't arcane drunk and sinking into madness like his father had, though Arthas believed he wouldn't as Kael was stronger than his father and would keep his people in check until such a time that Arthas could speak to him and possibly persuade him to join them.

Kael had been speaking out against his people using the Sunwell so much for decades only to be ignored or shot down by his father and the other chief advisors. Some even going so far as to say Kael was blaspheming and disrespecting their traditions and the policies of the Elves and their kingdom. Despite what many people think, Kael wasn't sent to the Kirin Tor to learn more magic and improve relations, it was to put Kael into a place so deeply saturated in magic that by the time he returned he'd be fine with taking in more magic and feeding the hunger and loss from leaving that city. Of course, King Anasterian Sunstrider had been trying to get more of the well's waters into the city to slowly saturate the city, the waters, the ground, and the forest in magic so no matter where in their domain you went there was magic in the air to feed off of.

Of course no one other than an Elf could be in their land to experience such magical power, it was theirs and theirs alone, no one else could have it or experience it.

And some of them wondered why other races thought they were assholes with sticks shoved up their asses.

Anyway, with Kael away and no doubt learning magic rather than absorbing the magical energy of Dalaran, there was a leader that could keep the Elves going in the proper way until Arthas could fully get in touch with him. Arthas and Kael had a bit of a rivalry in Arthas' early years, but it had become a mutual respect and friendship later on. Kael, Arthas, Jaina, and Sylvanas had all had extensive talks about the problems in their respective kingdoms and areas mostly to vent to the others and get someone to understand their perspective and problems. This let them bond further as they did have people who understood and sympathized with the problems and they had agreed to try and fix the issues when they came into positions of authority that would allow them to do so.

Though, none of them had ever thought Arthas would be sacking Quel'Thalas let alone at the head of an undead army while doing so "under the orders" of a demon and with a ghost of a Necromancer speaking in his ear as he did.

Yeah, life never goes the way you plan for it to nor can you predict how things will go.

Uther then broke from his thoughts as he blocked a sword strike from an attacker and forced them back. Getting a better look at said attacker, Uther saw it was Anasterian's right hand man: Thalorien Dawnseeker. Said man/Elf was using one of two rare blades of the High Elves that rumors state they took from cousins across the sea: Quel'Delar, the blade of the sun. Quel'Delar was a one handed curved Runeblade similar to a scimitar that could be wielded one handed easily or you could use two hands to give more force. The blade was also surrounded in a faint golden electrical glow with the runes being the same color and a blue jewel in the guard glowing faintly.

Uther wasn't intimidated though, Thalorien was renowned mainly for having Quel'Delar and killing Troll invaders during one of the early wars. Uther had faced a lot more than just Trolls and had been in fights recently and hadn't been lazing away in the comfort of a castle for decades. Uther would be surprised if Thalorien had faced anything more than some simple raids by other forest natives. Hell, he may not have even faced that and just stayed inside the city sending others to put down the threats.

Utter broke from his musings as Thalorien spoke, "You dare come to these sacred lands, human! You will pay for your insolence." Thalorien spoke with venom in his "holier than though" tone.

Utter merely waved Muradin and the others forward while he dealt with Thalorien. "Insolence? That's a strong word coming from a man who was gave of a pledge to help the Alliance against different threats, only to turn your back on us when we are dealing with "human" problems as your so called righteous king called them." Uther stated making Thalorien snarl at him before he charged and Uther's hammer clashed with Thalorien's sword.

"Just because we're allies doesn't mean that every fight you people get into will be joined by us! Why should we sacrifice our people for problems you yourselves cause?! None can touch us within these woods and with the power of the Sunwell for us to command, we are invincible!" Thalorien shouted as he and Uther clashed and Thalorien was getting angrier that this old human was keeping up with him. Him! The man that was second only to the king and prince and even then Thalorien knew he was a better fighter than the prince.

Kael didn't have the stomach for war, he'd rather make peace and gain allies. Bah! Peace and allies were for the weak! What good were inferior allies except for when they needed cannon fodder and bodies to throw at their enemies?! Any in this so called alliance should be glad if they sent even one of their own to help them, one of their own was worth thousands of them. They were the holders of the Sunwell and they had a kingdom that long surpassed the Humans, Dwarves, Gnomes, or anyone else, so why should they bend the knee or offer support to those that were inferior?!

It was bad enough the old coots in Dalaran kept wanting to come to their kingdom and investigate the Sunwell and their woods. As if they'd let any other race defile their magic! If Dalaran wanted to see the Sunwell they had better be ready to swear fealty and loyalty to them to be even allowed to glimpse it! Everything in their woods was theirs and no one could take that. All the fountains, springs, and pools that could heal or restore mana, all the creatures dwelling within it, the trees themselves, even the very air within was theirs and no one else's! None had any right to it unless they had Elven blood in their veins and were loyal to Silvermoon over everyone else!

Thalorien broke from his inner ravings as he took a vicious backhand to his face making him stumble before a hammer blow to his arm and side sent him crashing back with a shout of pain. "Hmph, this was rather boring." Uther stated as he readied his warhammer to end the fool.

However, before he could crush his opponent, a teleportation spell was used and Thalorien vanished making Uther grunt in annoyance. Uther then turned his attention to the side and saw several knights heading for him. Uther merely snorted before he attached his hammer to his back and drew his sword and funneled mana into it before three dragon whelps appeared, a red, a yellow, and a black. The three whelps roared before they charged the attackers and Uther readied his sword before he charged as well.

Nearby, Muradin was facing his own enemies as different rangers were aiming for him over anyone else. Not that Muradin cared really, as it meant more of his warriors survived the fight and more of the enemy fell faster. Maya was right beside him cutting down any and all enemies with the two working in unison and harmony to strike down different enemies. Muradin then turned as another squad of knights were coming for them and slammed his hammer on the ground causing a fissure to appear and the knights fell in with screams of pain and agony following soon after. Muradin then turned and launched a Stormbolt at a Dragonhawk rider sending the Dragonhawk and the rider plummeting to the ground.

He and Maya then charged to where combat was still in progress while some of their warriors began looting the area and flushing out any hidden enemies.

With Arthas, he was casually cutting down different attackers and occasionally sending a tornado out from his blade. Naturally, the tornados were scattering and tossing enemies all over the place and leaving them easy prey for his warriors to take them. It didn't hurt his frost powers were enhanced not just by the Orb of Frost but also from Frostmourne itself. Hence why a quick burst of his hand had a Frost Nova springing up under the next group of attackers either encasing them in ice or skewering them with it.

It was also a bit interesting when he struck enemies as they got frost, flame, and lightning damage on them as well as being slowed. At times it was very effective as the frost would hit, then the flame would hit melting the frost, and then the lightning would hit and the water from the melted frost would conduct the lightning to harm the target even more, which was even worse if the enemy was wearing metal armor.

Near him, Jaina was using a good sized portion of her mana to create Water Elementals and Skeletons to further wear down the enemy before them. She was also destroying towers and other higher threat enemies with her spells and magics and ensuring none of the enemy flanked her and her love.

Of course, they were also still being reinforced from the main bases as the Acolytes would summon more graveyards from Northrend and their territory on this continent for the Necromancers to bring up more Skeletons and Ghouls before the Acolytes would send the graveyards back to be refilled. There were piles of dead in both Lordaeron and Northrend to be used and plenty of crypts and graveyards to summon and send back to be refueled. The dead that weren't brought back on this campaign would be piled up and ready to fill graveyards and crypts to be summoned as needed to give more advance forces for their Lord.

Well, so long as his Elven forces allowed it, if not then they could kill the local Trolls and add those corpses.

Ner'zhul had signed off on this method as he was pleased with his champion being so ruthless and cunning. Let the weak and pathetic corpses that wouldn't grow stronger take up the fight against the enemies while his trained and living soldiers were ready to fight afterwards. Sure, it could be seen as cowardice as they should be ready to embrace their deaths for the glory of their lord, but then what do you do to make up for the skill you're losing in the process? Sure some could become Death Knights or other higher class undead warriors, but not all and then they go from being skilled warriors to lesser undead that couldn't hold a candle to how they originally were.

No, better to have the trained warriors fight after the outer layer of defenses crumbled to ensure they could fight where it mattered and grow more competent and stronger in their victories. It wasn't like they were going to run out of corpses to use for their armies any time soon anyway, so why not get the full use out of the trained warriors before their eventual deaths? Besides, they could get stronger and more competent with each battle survived, the undead remained the same unless they were higher tier like a Death Knight or a Lich.

There was also the fact that the stronger the being was before becoming an undead, the stronger they could be as one. Arthas was by far the most powerful Death Knight Ner'zhul had ever seen and look at his power before he was converted. It was why Arthas was keeping the Necromancers among the middle of the army so they could support and attack but also use more of their necrotic spells to grow stronger so if one could be brought back as a Lich then they're power would grow into greater heights. The more magical power they had, the more unholy and necromantic magic could be poured into them to bring them back. Same principle with warriors as the greater the fighting spirit the greater chance of converting into a Death Knight regardless of how much magical power they held within them.

So, Ner'zhul wasn't going to counter or interfere with Arthas' methods since he was slowly gaining new warriors and magi that could become even greater undead warriors when they eventually fell. While he was a bit annoyed at Arthas not converting all of the enemy soldiers into the stronger undead, he also understood some of the logic behind it. Arthas' living forces would obey him fully no matter what anyone else tried to do, whereas the undead could be counter commanded by either Ner'zhul himself or Archimonde and Kil'Jaeden when they arrived on Azeroth. Given the fact that Arthas already assumed something was off about the Dreadlords and such, it was a good idea to have a standing force that wouldn't follow someone else's orders and thus ensured he also had support no matter what. Plus it weakened his enemies power with them having less powerful servants to use immediately, which meant they had to rely on the demons and take losses as well.

Ner'zhul knew the moment Archimonde or Kil'Jaeden was on Azeroth, they and the Dreadlords would take control of the Scourge and begin doing things their way, which was why Arthas had already sent competent soldiers and warriors across the sea to Kalimdor with them rounding up any other supporters he had. Arthas would let the demons run rampant and kill all of the remaining people as they didn't deserve life or a chance at mercy in Arthas' eyes, so he was saving those that could be useful and had given their loyalty truly. Ner'zhul didn't care, no reason to have an empire of corpses when the living could supply more bodies for the army later whether through their death, killing enemies, or through breeding more mortals.

Plus, Arthas was drawing power and strength from each of his warriors and subjects that he converted into his Shadow Warriors. They were each funneling strength to him and he in turn was funneling power and the cycle just continued to grow the longer each one was in his service. Naturally, his commanders were giving off and receiving the most out of the cycle. That was fine though, a King needed strong subordinates to work with and support him against his enemies and if he was getting stronger through them getting stronger, then all the better.

Yes, Arthas was shaping up to be all that Ner'zhul was promised and more. Soon, he would see Archimonde and the other demons fall before him and the Scourge claiming all of the enemies and demons as their food and sacrifices.

However, first, the Elves had to be dealt with.

Near Arthas, Falric was cutting down or smashing any attacker that got close with his sword and shield. He was converted into a Shadow Knight by his lord, but had yet to test out anything besides his improved speed and strength. Not out of fear, mind you, just lack of understanding how to utilize whatever it was he gained from his lord's power. Though some of his lord's auras seemed to have stuck to him even if he was out of range of Arthas. Falric didn't know if he was triggering it or if it was just natural, but didn't have time to ponder or worry about it right now.

Beside him, Rane was using her spears and javelins to ensure none of the aerial attackers got too close since the Crypt Fiends were a bit spread out at the moment and she wasn't going to chance it. Besides, she had some aggression to work out against these arrogant pricks since she couldn't count the number of times different Elves had looked down on her for being a Human and they were an Elf. Granted, she appreciated and respected her Elven comrades, but the other Elves as a whole were assholes and she wouldn't shed a tear over them falling in combat.

She did feel bad about them becoming undead, that seemed like a horror no one should have to face, but the fools brought it on themselves.

Back with Arthas, he turned as he saw fire rain down on a group of his undead and saw King Anasterian there using his prowess as a warrior mage to bring down a lot of undead while also teleporting some of his warriors away. "No doubt taking them to the Sunwell to recuperate and drink heavily from the waters. Probably in the belief that his fanatics and zealots can overcome any number of enemies if they have direct access to the well's waters and the magic flowing out of it." Arthas thought finding that while reasonable, as the waters did strengthen you, was also costly as it became addicting and you had to keep drinking the water to keep the high of having such magic running through your body.

Not that Anasterian cared since they had the well, why not use it and damn the consequences?

Of course, all the fighting and chaos stopped as Arthas stood across from Anasterian and the two merely looked at the other with Frostmourne radiating death and cold around Arthas and Anasterian's blade, Felo'melorn or Flamestrike, radiating some heat with the two blades themselves seeming to be eager to clash against the other. However, Arthas noted that Anasterian's blade didn't seem to have the radiance and power that it was rumored to have. "Could the blade be rebelling against him? I wonder if Kael has felt a pull from it." Arthas thought wondering if Anasterian's hunger and corruption had finally cost him his weapon of choice.

Arthas then broke from his thoughts as Anasterian launched a wave of fire that Arthas countered with a wave of ice and the two waves fought for supremacy before Arthas' won out and Anasterian dodged at the last minute. "Kill these intruders! If nothing else, buy time for the Kingsguard and myself to gain the Sunwell's power!" Anasterian shouted before he teleported himself and a few others away.

"Coward. Leaves his people to the slaughter because he fears his own mortality." Arthas spat knowing he could have teleported more of his people to the Sunwell, but decided to add more meat shields between him and Arthas. Arthas then turned his attention back to the current situation as some of the still fanatical and zealot Elves readied to engage him before he stabbed Frostmourne into the ground and drew Blood Cleaver before throwing it at the enemies. He then drew Leechbane and threw it into a priest that was preparing a holy spell and then grabbed Frostmourne to charge at the attackers, which was thinned from the buzz saw that was Blood Cleaver.

Naturally, the rest of Arthas' group charged as well and renewed the fighting.

It took another hour to get through the fanatical resistance of the Elves before they reached the palace, which was the fastest route to the Sunwell island. It was also there that Arthas and his commanders all regrouped while the warriors scavenged the city, though they also left some to be used to rebuilt by Kael when he eventually returned to the city and gathered the survivors that didn't join Arthas, though Arthas hoped Kael could straighten out the few fanatics that Arthas had no doubt slipped through the cracks of his invasion.

As for why they were stopped at the palace, it was because there was currently a fight going on… and it wasn't any of Arthas' forces. It seemed to be a small civil war between the Elves. The left side was filled with a mixed amount of what they had been fighting before while the right side was mainly a mixture of rangers, knights, and what looked like Paladins.

Arthas and his group moved to help the right side for one very clear reason: Sylvanas' sisters were on that side of the fighting. This also had the benefit that the opposing side was trying to kill Arthas over anyone else so they were easily cut down by the various soldiers and warriors in their blind rage and hatred.

Once all the opposing forces were handled, Arthas turned to address Alleria and Vereesa only for them to tackle them in a hug causing him to stumble before he laughed and hugged them back. The two then pulled back and kissed his cheek before they hugged Jaina and Sylvanas as well, "Good to see you two are still alive and fighting." Arthas stated with a small smile as he saw his two sister figures smiling.

Arthas then idly looked to his left to see Sylvanas there smiling with her sisters Vereesa and Alleria, two other Ranger leaders with Alleria being a general and Vereesa was a captain. This was partly due to Alleria and Sylvanas being older than Vereesa since Alleria was the oldest by at least a couple hundred years and Sylvanas was next by about a hundred over Vereesa. He noted with no small amount of amusement that Vereesa seemed to be interested in Uther and wondered how he'd handle this situation especially when Minerva was reunited with them.

"Glad you could finally show up." Alleria stated making Arthas break from his observations and raise his hands.

"Did you get the others to safety?" Sylvanas asked making Alleria and Vereesa nod.

"Yes, they are within the palace with the constructs and magic keeping them safe." Alleria stated making them nod.

"Good, that should hold out especially with the stores and stock within until our job here is finished." Arthas stated making them nod since while Anasterian was an asshole, he knew to stockpile and keep the palace and supply stores full at all times in case the worst somehow came about.

His great plan was that if somehow someway someone ever did reach Silvermoon, they could hold out for years if necessary while harassing any attackers with their great magic and fuel themselves further with the Sunwell to destroy all who opposed them.

He just never anticipated a large army of undead led by competent and powerful warriors that included their own kin or that some of his fiercest warriors would turn against him. It also didn't help that Arthas and his commanders were far stronger than he ever anticipated and weren't shy about crushing everyone in their way as it became necessary.

Arthas did feel bad about the destruction wrought on the forest as it was a peaceful and wonderous place with the magic in the air being both riveting and terrifying. The beasts and creatures of the woods were pleasant to be around and one could even pet a bear or mountain cat without fear of harm at one time, but no longer. The magic within Quel'Thalas was corrupting and twisting the creatures and the beings within it to the point they were no longer the original creatures or entities, just crazed magically fueled beasts.

Well, most of them were, some like Alleria and Vereesa hadn't been corrupted simply because they refused to feed so heavily on magic and didn't drink from the Sunwell's waters repeatedly. The same was true with Kael and some others as well.

Arthas then turned his attention to the others that were with Alleria and Vereesa and saw that the paladins looked a bit different from the others. He also noticed a woman among them with a commanding presence. She had glowing gold eyes, sun kissed red hair, fair skin, and black painted lips while having a glowing amber pendant around her neck. Her attire consisted of a long crimson gown with gold accents with a black tabard over her torso that was emblazoned with a blood red pair of phoenix wings around a diamond. Her legs up to her waist were in red plate with gold accents, same with her shoulders. Her hands were in black plate gauntlets with gold accents and she had two wing like protrusions from her pauldrons that were pointed straight up and were silver with the backsides being black with gold accents.

Her equipment was a large plate kite shield with a phoenix head and was spilt at the top to give the idea of feathers and the phoenix head was looking at all before her with piercing glowing gold eyes. Her sword almost resembled an enlarged sea cutlass only it was more intimidating as a silver blade with golden glowing accents and the aura around it screamed fire and power. Towards the base of the blade were three ground in grooves with large points between each groove and the back had a notch ground in with two large hooks on each side, no doubt to catch on the way in with a thrust and to pull out when withdrawing the blade. The base of the blade just above the guard was a glowing golden gem thrumming with power and there was another in the pommel encased in gold but the glow still came through. The handle was a simply black leather wrapped one with enough room to use single or double handed if necessary.

All in all, she looked like a fierce and powerful warrior, but there was also the fact her mana and presence, it screamed that of a priestess if not a High Priestess. "Something happened to this woman. One doesn't simply leave the religious path and not have a reason for it." Arthas thought looking the woman over and saw she was doing the same to him.

"Arthas, meet Lady Liadrin, the captain of the Blood Knights." Alleria stated seeing the two staring the other down.

"Blood Knights?" Jaina asked and Alleria nodded.

"Priests, Priestesses, and other holy members that took up the way of the sword as well. Paladins in a sense, but they are more… brutal I suppose is the best way to describe them." Alleria stated and a few of the Blood Knights nodded since it was true enough.

"Sounds like some of our own warriors nowadays." Uther supplied knowing that the few lesser Paladins that had joined them were more brutal and at times blood thirsty, but not so much they couldn't rein themselves in and keep from going too far.

"Indeed." Arthas stated still staring down Liadrin and many felt it was like two alpha creatures staring down the other to see who was better.

"Love, we have to go." Jaina stated wanting to remind her lover that they still had to go to the Sunwell.

Arthas merely nodded before turning to his sister figures, "The Sunwell will be ruined after this, so your choices will be to stay here until Kael comes back or you can come with us." Arthas stated making them nod as Arthas and his group prepared to push towards the shortest area to cross to Quel'Danas, the isle that the Sunwell rested upon.

However, Liadrin stood in front of him making Arthas look at her while Shadow was by his side watching the possible threat to his master. The two stayed like that before Liadrin saluted him and nodded making him raise an eyebrow, "Well, come on then." Arthas stated making her nod as they set out of the area and Liadrin ordered her knights to stay and guard the palace.

It took about 20 minutes to reach the coast and the isle of Quel'Danas was within sight and Arthas drew Frostmourne before pulling back and doing a sweeping uppercut at the water. The thing that surprised everyone was a burst of frost to launch out and form an ice bridge from the main land to the isle. Arthas then pointed forward and the Skeletal warriors that Jaina continued to summon, thanks to the Rod of Necromancy she picked up a long while ago, charged across the bridge while Arthas, his commanders, and Liadrin followed.

When rain of fire and meteors started heading for them, Jaina merely swiped her staff sending the water up to block said items and then threw the rocks back at the isle. A few skeletons were hit, but not enough to matter and those that fell in the water would corrupt it slowly while keeping the bridge safe. Jaina didn't care though as she kept blocking the incoming spells.

The fire eventually stopped and Arthas and his group finished crossing as Anasterian ran out of mana to keep launching spells, which meant he was back to drinking the waters to improve his power and refill his reserves. Arthas then sent the skeletons throughout the island while Muradin and Maya went left with Marwyn going with them, Uther and Liadrin went right with Rane going with them, Sylvanas went down the center of the island with Echidna and Serafina following her, and Arthas and Jaina went another route followed by Falric..

Each of them found some counter attackers but Uther was again facing Thalorien Dawnseeker. Uther narrowed his eyes while Liadrin and Rane moved out of his way and started fighting the other Blood Elf addicts that were with Thalorien. "You won't be so lucky this time, fool." Thalorien stated and Uther snorted as he kept his sword ready.

"I'm not the one who ran away like a coward in the face of losing." Uther stated making Thalorien snarl before the two charged and began to clash blade against blade.

Uther easily blocked each strike Thalorien sent at him with Thalorien quickly learning that even with the Sunwell's waters in his body, he couldn't overpower Uther and he apparently couldn't out speed him either. Uther then backhanded the Elven warrior when they locked blades again causing Thalorien to stumble back before he was cut in his side making him howl in pain, though there wasn't much blood loss due to the freezing aura Uther had from Frostguard. Uther merely stood there with his blade ready as Thalorien charged magic around himself and his blade and roared before charging at Uther again.

Uther kept blocking with little trouble and was honestly disappointed with how this fight was going as he thought there would still be some honor in facing Thalorien as his legendary prowess and skill was known by many as well as the fact the blade he used was equally as well known. However, he was feeling cheated as the opponent before him was nothing like the person of legends or the rumored skilled swordsman that was revered and respected among the Elves.

He seemed more like a drunkard holding a blade than a veteran warrior.

Then again, that wasn't that far off since he was magically drunk and hoped it would give him more power and skill to best Uther, but it wasn't doing anything like that at all. The more he wasn't winning, the sloppier Thalorien was losing any sense of form or discipline to the point Uther believed a fresh Paladin just inducted into the Silver Hand Order could best him.

Locking blades again, Uther finally had enough and swept his sword up sending Thalorien's blade into the air… along with his arm causing Thalorien to scream in pain and drop to his knees. Uther then spun around him and caught Quel'Delar in his hand before he stabbed backwards, stabbing Thalorien through his chest with both blades, "Pathetic." Uther sighed before tearing the blades out and tossing Thalorien's arm to the side.

He then turned to see Liadrin looking at the corpse in pity before she shook her head and she, Rane, and Uther began heading further in towards the Sunwell knowing there were still dozens if not hundreds of Blood Elf addicts still on the isle. Uther also sheathed Quel'Delar and kept his own blade out and ready as they ran, no sense leaving a blade of that quality on this isle to waste away.

With Muradin, he had encountered Dar'khan Drathir and his own band of brigands. Dar'khan was a Magister for the Elves dating back to when the Elves first settled here and was the most experienced living Elf in using the Sunwell's powers and twisting them to aid his race over all others. Many thought he wanted the Grand Magister position more than anything, but that was false. He wanted to be the chief user and controller of the Sunwell, which Anasterian allowed with only him and his Kingsguard having superior access to keep them strong and for Dar'khan to find new ways to empower the Elves and use the waters of the Sunwell to further their glory and power.

His brigands were some of the cruelest and bitterest of the Elves as well as the most magically hungry, which made them desperate and easy to control and manipulate as they were used for his tests and experiments with using the well's waters. Some of the Elves on Arthas' side even stated there were rumors of several of them being twisted and corrupted and Dar'khan kept them for further study or to unleash on the other kingdoms and see how well they did against different fighting forces.

A sick man that should be put down and Muradin planned to do just that.

Nodding to Maya and Marwyn, Muradin had his hammer and sword and approached Dar'khan, who had a spear like staff with the golden jewel on top sharpened to be the spear head. Muradin wasn't a fool though, he knew that item was both a magical conduit and a physical weapon to do harm to anyone he faced in combat. Unfortunately for Dar'khan, he had never faced someone like Muradin Bronzebeard before.

Muradin also made a note of the blade Dar'khan had on his waist and seemed to Quel'Delar, but instead of gold it was giving off a pale blue glow and not the warmth of the sun that Quel'Delar did. Muradin could only assume it was the sister blade of Quel'Delar, Quel'Serrar: The Blade of the Moon. Muradin was confused though since rumors stated the blade was broken, but perhaps that was just the public story and Anasterian was keeping it hidden. It wouldn't surprise Muradin if both Quel'Delar and Quel'Serrar were being soaked in the Sunwell's waters for long periods of time to try and increase their power.

Muradin broke from his musings as he saw Dar'khan twirling his weapon and grinning a sickening smile, "Ah, a Dwarf. I've yet to test my experiments on a Dwarf before and I even get two! A male and a female! How exciting." Dar'khan stated with a mad grin on his face as his eyes glowed.

Muradin though narrowed his eyes at this fool daring to say he'd touch Maya in such a way. Muradin then charged and Dar'khan cackled in mad glee as he launched a curse at Muradin, who just charged right through thanks to his Amulet of Spell Shield negating the spell. Muradin had never been one for trinkets or bobbles, but he wasn't going to complain about having that amulet when this kind of situation was going on.

Dar'khan frowned seeing his spell not work and quickly blocked a sword strike from Muradin and then leaned out of the way of a hammer attack. However, he mistook the hammer strike for a normal one and learned his mistake when the hammer hit the ground and a loud noise occurred before a shockwave sent him back hard and disoriented him. Muradin then threw a Stormbolt at the man, who raised his staff to block believing his magical power would protect him.

However, he misjudged again as the Stormbolt slammed into his staff and cracked it and it was then broken as Muradin then threw his sword forward, cutting the staff and lodging the blade in Dar'khan's chest dropping the man to the ground. Muradin merely walked up to the now corpse of the man and withdrew his sword before looking at the staff.

The crystal looked useful, so Muradin snapped it off the staff and pocketed it before grabbing the blade he assumed was Quel'Serrar. Once it was sheathed on his back, he went and helped Maya and Rane finish off the brigands.

Once the small mob was dead, Muradin and his companions pressed in feeling magical power growing near the Sunwell. That was saying something since none of them were attuned to sense magic, so if they were sensing it then things were possibly about to get difficult.

Off in another area, Sylvanas was encountered by Thal'ena Longstride daughter of Lana'thel Longstride another of the… overzealous members of the ranger corps who also regularly practiced magic and began to consider herself a mage of all things, as if. Lana'thel was no more a mage than Sylvanas was a Banshee Queen intent on wiping out any and all Humans within her chosen territory. She had some skill in magic, but we're talking maybe having a few spells handy that could be used fully and this was with her drinking Sunwell water a LOT to boost her power and magic.

She just didn't have the talent like many of Sylvanas' kin did, but she by far had the hunger. Maybe even more hunger than most of the other Elves barring only Anasterian and Dar'khan.

Regardless, her daughter had more skill in magic but had ALL of the arrogance and cockiness that her mother did if not more because she could surpass her mother since she was born from such "greatness" as they both called it. Somehow they had convinced Anasterian that they were of high potential and were granted access to the Sunwell Isle and there was even talk that Anasterian was going to have Thal'ena marry Kael to unite the powerful bloodlines.

Naturally, both would have drunk heavily from the Sunwell before attempting to conceive a child of their union and Thal'ena would continue drinking all throughout her pregnancy. Never mind what damage the magical properties of the well could do to a fetus and unborn child since it was "acceptable" if even one child survived the process and became the next prodigy and all powerful Elven ruler to fully cement their legacy and power over Quel'Thalas and then further beyond.

Personally, Sylvanas had wanted to put an arrow into all of them except for Kael, since he wanted no part of it, but Sylvanas never had the chance. At least… not until now that is. Sure, she didn't get to shoot all of her targets, but she'd at least get one… or maybe she'd stab or cut her up to end her life.

Either way, Sylvanas was going to get some catharsis out of this.

"Well, well, well, the ranger whore shows her true colors at last huh? And with a pair of big breasted bimbos too." Thal'ena stated with a cocky tone with a sneer on her face while Echidna and Serafina were moving to handle Thal'ena's "apprentices" in combat.

Yeah, that was another thing too, Thal'ena and Lana'thel were as flat as a board both in the chest and in the ass departments and were very… touchy about it. It didn't help that LITERALLY every other female Elf had bigger breasts and butts than them no matter how many "magical enhancements" the two did to try and change that. Each enhancement being a failure, obviously.

"Says the whore who gladly spreads her legs for the chance to have more of the Sunwell's water." Sylvanas countered making Thal'ena glare while scowling.

"You'll pay for that!" Thal'ena growled before casting a fireball at Sylvanas, but the fireball wasn't impressive when compared to Jaina's, which was why she just had to lean to the side to dodge it. Sylvanas then fired three arrows at her causing Thal'ena to throw up a shield of fire only for one arrow to be too low for her shield to block, which caused it to fly by and cut her leg making her hiss.

However, she had to move as more arrows came her way, so she rolled to the side only to have her cloak and dress torn from the arrows snagging them. Sylvanas then charged up an arrow with her mana and then fired it and Thal'ena brought up a shield to block it, but the arrow exploded against said shield throwing her back as the shield failed miserably. Thal'ena tumbled away as she tried to orient herself only to scream as an arrow was shot through her hand pinning her to the ground.

The pain blocked out her focus, which was why Sylvanas was able to shot another three arrows into her chest letting her fall back to the ground. Sylvanas merely knocked another arrow and waved Echidna and Serafina to follow her since they were done with the few other zealots that Thal'ena had with her.

With Jaina and Arthas, they had encountered Lana'thel Longstride and Jaina merely waved Arthas on while she and the "mage" before her were going to fight. Falric was going to follow Arthas, but his lord motioned him to stay and help Jaina if she needed it while he and Shadow went further in.

Standing calmly with her hand on her staff, she could see Lana'thel sneering at her, "Well, the Human wench thinks she's a mage." Lana'thel stated and Jaina rolled her eyes since Lana'thel had less magic than an initiate at Dalaran did. Maybe if she trained for another few decades, Lana'thel would be initiate level and could go to Dalaran to learn, though Jaina knew her pride and arrogance wouldn't allow it unless someone in Dalaran played to her ego in hopes of getting access to the Sunwell.

"Says the male looking female, who not only fails to get another lover after her first and only one but also calls herself a mage with barely any power to back it up." Jaina countered while Lana'thel scowled at her and both ignored the sound of Falric fending off the zealots that's were with Lana'thel.

Lana'thel then sent a fireball at Jaina, who casually smacked it with her staff causing it to disperse into embers with Jaina looking bored. Lana'thel scowled further and then launched a blizzard at Jaina, who merely brought up her staff and fire shield sprung up and blocked the frozen assault and then morphed the water from it into a water elemental that began attacking Lana'thel. Lana'thel cursed and dodged the attacks before launching a bolt of lightning at the elemental causing it to disperse, but now she was panting from exertion and mana exhaustion while Jaina was fresh as a daisy.

Lana'thel scowled further finding it unfair that this human bitch had such magical talent that surpassed her own! She was a High Elf, she was one of those blessed with he Sunwell, she was the one drinking and taking in as much magical power as she could every day, she was the one training to increase her power and skill! What had this woman done to deserve such power?! That power should be hers and her daughter's! Not some pathetic Human's!

What right did a human have to such magical power and talent?! Why should she be given that power while Lana'thel had to practically fight and bleed to get her magical reserves up at all?!

Scowling still, Lana'thel uncorked a bottle of liquid and drank it feeling her reserves surge back while Jaina just stood there impassively. Lana'thel then launched a, what she considered to be, large fireball at Jaina before firing an ice spear and lightning bolt too. Jaina merely formed a water shield blocking the fireball before she then used the now boiling/steaming water to block the spear causing it to melt and then absorbed the lighting with the water. Jaina then threw it at Lana'thel. Lana'thel tried to dodge but the water was too wide and too fast and she was hit with the electrified water causing her to scream as the electricity surged through her. Jaina then pointed her staff at her and had her magic grab her in a tight hold before she began slamming her into the ground, the buildings nearby, the trees, rocks, and then finally threw her off the side of a cliff to the ground far below.

Jaina then sighed and composed herself before nodding to Falric, who had just finished off the last few zealots, before they took off to catch up with Arthas again.

Arthas, meanwhile, had reached the outskirts of the Sunwell plateau and found Anasterian there with several of his Kingsguard all armed and ready. It was also obvious that many of them had just drunk from the Sunwell and were eager to kill him for coming here. He also saw that Jaina's skeletons had also reached the area but were handling the lesser guards that Anasterian had scattered throughout the area.

"You're not welcome here, boy, your very presence defiles this place." Anasterian stated with his smug superior tone in his voice with the Kingsguard all drawing their weapons and preparing for battle.

Shadow growled threateningly at the fools who would dare threaten his master while Arthas merely kept Frostmourne at the ready. "This is your last chance, get out of my way now and you can live, continue to defy me and I will destroy you." Arthas stated and Anasterian snarled at him.

"Kill him." Anasterian ordered making the Kingsguard advance at Arthas, who merely readied Frostmourne while drawing Leechbane to his other hand.

Arthas parried the first attacker and slit his throat with Leechbane before sending a Frost Nova at the rest of the charging group. Most managed to dodge it, but a few towards the center weren't so lucky and were consequently killed. It also had the side benefit of creating a layer of frost across the ground making the Kingsguard struggle to keep their footing and advance on Arthas. It also made them easier prey for Shadow, who quickly jumped one and began mauling him.

The others decided that it wasn't worth their time as they focused on Arthas.

The first to reach him was blocked by Leechbane before Frostmourne carved him in half with a clean sweep. Another was quickly killed by Leechbane being thrown into his skull when he tried to start casting a Paladin spell. Arthas then ducked under a lightning spell and threw Frostmourne into the attacker before he drew Stone Wrecker and his hammer and began fighting the group that managed to reach him. Those that got within his defense with his hammer quickly met the business end of Stone Wrecker and had their heads smashed regardless of if they were wearing a helmet or not.

Arthas then grunted as an arrow cut his arm making him glance and see archers going up onto the balconies of the surrounding buildings to shoot down at him. Shadow apparently saw this and rushed for one of the buildings while Arthas dropped his hammer and grabbed one attacker by the throat before throwing him into the others. Grabbing his hammer again, Arthas charged it with his mana before hurling it at the other building.

The hammer slammed into the balcony causing to exploding in flames, frost, and lightning and causing it to crumble crushing the archers and blocking the way to get up higher in the building. The other one was handled by Shadow as he clawed and bit his way through the enemies including throwing the enemies off the higher levels to their deaths. Once the building was clear, Shadow jumped down and moved to keep helping his master.

Arthas blocked another strike aimed at him before he quickly used the Blink power from Kelen's Dagger of Escape to dodge a rain of fire as Anasterian decided to try and get Arthas regardless of if his own men were in the area of effect. Naturally, this meant that Arthas had a few less enemies to face, which helped him out since this was taking far too long for his liking.

Arthas then drew Blood Cleaver and quickly began to finish off the rest of the Kingsguard and then the other defenders aside from Anasterian. Though, Blood Cleaver ended up imbedded in another of the buildings with the flames lashing out and burning the attackers that were there while Stone Wrecker lived up to it's name and smashed through the other building like it was parchment.

Arthas sighed and held Leechbane and Frostmourne ready as Anasterian approached with Felo'melorn and his staff ready to fight Arthas.

This was the scene Arthas' allies came upon when they reached the plateau. Two kings squaring off. One power hungry and mad and the other loyal and powerful. The few surviving Elves on the isle were also watching with rapt attention to see the invader fight their king.

Arthas blocked a strike from Anasterian with Frostmourne and Felo'melorn clashing and their two auras and energies battling it out before Arthas blocked the staff with Leechbane. However, that proved a bad move for Anasterian as Arthas' Shield of the Deathlord caused flames to jump out at Anasterian, who hissed and lost his focus. Arthas then kicked the bottom of the staff causing it to snap before he headbutted Anasterian causing him to stumble.

Anasterian growled angrily as he tossed his useless staff away and held Felo'melorn with both hands while channeling mana and fire magic into the blade igniting it. Arthas merely snorted as Frostmourne began radiating a cold and death like aura around it while he dropped Leechbane into the ground.

The two then charged and clashed blades with both their auras flaring against the other and it was pretty obvious Arthas' was stronger and more potent as it was overwhelming Anasterian the more their two blades clashed against each other. Anasterian snarled and kept fighting, channeling more and more of his so called power into his blade, but the aura and flames wouldn't get stronger no matter how much power he put in.

It was clear to Arthas that the blade was finding Anasterian unworthy of it and was showing it's displeasure of him possessing it. Sure, Arthas knew Frostmourne was more powerful than it, but that blade was infamous for its fire and heated aura and yet it didn't seem like it was giving up even a moderate fight.

Anasterian though was only getting more and more pissed and enraged as he was losing ground to this pathetic mortal of a human and his damned blade that reeked of death. It was bad enough he had to have the boy in his kingdom when he was younger, but now to be losing his kingdom and soldiers to this boy was unacceptable!

Looking and seeing some of his subjects watching, Anasterian quickly used his magic on them making them cry out in pain as their skin melted off and their skeletons were consumed in flames giving birth to multiple phoenixes. The newborn phoenixes all screeched into the air before going for Arthas, who kicked Anasterian back to get some space. He then charged up Frostmourne with his power and then did a sweeping attack that sent a blast of frost at them all extinguishing their flames and encasing the cores in ice before they fell to the ground and shattered. The few that escaped were handled with a few Death Coils that killed them.

Arthas then turned back to Anasterian and stabbed Frostmourne into the ground freezing a small area and causing Blight to start spreading slowly as Arthas stalked towards Anasterian. Said Elven king growled and came at Arthas swinging wildly as Arthas dodged and weaved around the strikes and delivering body blows with his fists denting Anasterian's armor with each hit. Arthas then gave him a right cross that sent Anasterian to the ground and trying to shake the cobwebs out before Arthas kicked him sending him skidding back.

Anasterian got to his knees and spat up some blood before he got back up and glared even more at Arthas before charging. Arthas then sidestepped a thrust and grabbed Anasterian's arm and brought it over his shoulder before snapping it at the elbow making Anasterian scream in pain and drop his sword. Arthas then kicked his leg, breaking it, and causing Anasterian to fall to his knees. Arthas then grabbed the back of his head and began punching his face repeatedly breaking his nose, knocking teeth out, fracturing his skull, and breaking his jaw.

Arthas then stopped as Anasterian spat some blood and called Leechbane to his hand before stabbing up into Anasterian's head. Arthas then snapped his neck for good measure. Arthas then let Anasterian fall to the ground and breathed deeply before sighing and calling Leechbane back to his hand feeling his magic get an added bonus.

Arthas then turned towards Felo'melorn and whistled Blaze over to him. When said horse got to him, Arthas picked up Felo'melorn and placed it on Blaze for safe keeping knowing/believing that only one person in the world was capable of using it correctly right now. Arthas then recalled all of his weapons back to him before taking the urn from Blaze's bag and headed for the Sunwell knowing his forces had gathered some of the water while he dealt with Anasterian.

Arthas then used his magic to project his voice across all of Quel'Thalas, "Citizens of Silvermoon! I gave you ample opportunities to surrender and let me through, but you have stubbornly refused and openly defied me! Because of your actions, your once great kingdom lies in ruins and many of your kin are dead and left to rot. Know that today, because of your defiance, your dynasty comes to an end! Death itself has come to claim the high home of the Elves because of your own arrogance, stubbornness, and greed!" Arthas called before he approached the well with the urn in hand and began pouring his energies into the urn. "Now, arise, Kel'Thuzad, and serve the Lich King once again!" Arthas stated as he dumped the urn into the waters and watched as the ghost of Kel'Thuzad entered the well.

Arthas and the others then watched as the ashes and soul tainted it and caused the waters to turn putrid and the immediate surrounding area to be covered in blight.

The waters of the Sunwell then rippled as a skeletal figure came floating out with an aura of death and frost surrounding him. Kel'Thuzad had returned and he was now a Lich, "I am reborn, as promised! The Lich King has granted me eternal life and power!" Kel'Thuzad proclaimed in his new warped and deeper voice though he knew it was only through Arthas that such a promise was fulfilled and the Death Knight before him had more than earned his help.

Arthas merely looked the newly created Lich over and was wondering if he would indeed be worth having on his side. "I've upheld my end of the bargain, Lich. Are you ready to tell me about the Dreadlords, their masters, and their threat now?" Arthas asked and Kel'Thuzad nodded.

"Certainly. But not here. They have eyes and ears everywhere. We'll talk where it's safe and I can explain to you what it is that we have to deal with to be free entirely." Kel'Thuzad stated knowing they had to be careful where and when they talked lest the demons interfere and cause them more problems.

"Then let us go and be done with the business remaining here." Arthas stated making Kel'Thuzad nod as Arthas mounted Blaze with Falric and Marwyn getting a few vials of the tainted waters before they began moving back to the coast.

However, when they reached the edge of the plateau, Arthas had Blaze stop and drew his hammer and began channeling both holy and unholy magic into it. "Arthas?" Jaina asked in concern before Arthas turned Blaze towards the Sunwell and hurled the hammer into the well.

The magics poured into the hammer combined with the tainted and chaotic power caused the well to become unstable and implode sending a wave of magic for miles.

The group held fast before they looked to see the waters stilled and little to no magic coming from it. "That's one less magical well for the demons to utilize now." Arthas stated knowing it was better that the well be gone than risk it falling into the hands of the Dreadlords and them utilizing it to empower themselves or others.

"A wise course of action as it was impossible to know what could happen if a demon or someone else drank those waters. Such powerful arcane energies mixed with the necromantic energies to bring me back could cause a variety of outcomes depending on who it was that drank the waters." Kel'Thuzad stated knowing that while it could have been useful, they couldn't watch over the well all the time.

Arthas then flexed his hand and the shaft of his hammer returned to his hand with the head no longer there and the shaft smoldering and smoking. Arthas sighed at the loss of his trusted weapon, but at least it was lost in an important attack and not just left behind to rust. Placing the shaft on the saddle, Arthas nodded to the others to move out.

The group then began trudging back to Silvermoon, "Tell me, Lich, did you truly believe the Lich King was going to uphold his bargain if it wasn't necessary?" Arthas asked as they reached the ice bridge and crossed.

"In truth? No. I did not. But he did, as such my interest align with him until I have a clear reason not to. Such as, when you make your own move to command the Scourge and beyond." Kel'Thuzad replied knowing the Death Knight was no pawn of the Lich King and was only doing his bidding as it benefitted him right now, but that could change easily and Kel wanted to be on the winning side when things started to get rough.

"So you aren't as big a fool as I took you to be when I killed you." Arthas stated and Kel actually released a laugh.

"Hardly. I can sense your power easily and you are fast approaching the same level as the Lich King, meaning why serve an old spirit that took his time to fulfill his promise to me over that of an individual who not only rivals him but has been making greater strides in the campaigns than anyone else?" Kel stated and asked rhetorically knowing the Lich King couldn't take his power away now and as such Kel could do whatever he damn well pleased and from what he saw of those siding with Arthas, doing so meant more power and strength as well as capability to crush anyone in your way.

"He's definitely smarter than the other boneheads we've faced, lad." Muradin stated with some humor knowing the other Liches were just about killing and spreading the plague and cult as far as they could.

"Indeed. If he really wants to be on the winning side, might as well have him start looking the part." Uther stated making Arthas nod while Kel was curious.

When they reached the shore again, Arthas removed a bundle from Blaze's saddle and handed it to Kel, who looked at it in interest before seeing a note attached to it.

Hell, Kel'Thuzad. My name is not important right now, but just know I'm the one who had Ner'zhul pick you to be his main operator in the kingdom as well as the one that has been helping make Arthas and his group stronger. Now, I'm sure some part of you has already planned to turn on Arthas should he start to be the losing side, but I will warn you that the only way Arthas is the loser is if the entirety of Azeroth loses and Ner'zhul will take back power from each and every commander and general he has if it means giving him a body yet again should he not be able to get Arthas to take his spirit into him. Now, the latter most likely will happen, but that's why Arthas needs more connections to capable and dependable people as well as grow his strength further so when the merge occurs Arthas' own spirit will overwhelm Ner'zhul's and he will assimilate the Lich King's power into his own and give him full and sole control of the Scourge and its forces. This means he could empower or remove any power from a Lich or any undead as he pleases and even help bolster his living forces further.

What this boils down to is simple: You side with Arthas and stay as his ally and you will have nothing to fear in the future. You betray him and your power will be stripped from you and you'll wish for your mortal life again.

The items within the bundle should help you in proving your worth to Arthas and keeping you capable of facing the enemies to come.

Regards, a friend.

Kel was interested in the message and was already guessing some of what was stated. However, his curiosity was too involved with the items, so he undid the bundle. The first item he found was a darker blue leather headdress with ice like crystal and bones throughout and it reeked of death and felt cold to the touch. He then saw the description for the item: Ice Monarch's Headdress: Forged from ice taken from the Frozen Throne, a Frost Wyrm's hide, and a High Necro Lord's bones and then imbued with the all the power of the Ice Elemental: Frigaros, the Ice King. Not only will this nullify most frost, cold, or ice spells, but it empowers your spells of those same natures. It will also help with your mana capacity as well as reducing the mana needed for spells of the previously mentioned types.

Kel nodded having already seen the other high quality items Arthas and his generals held and placed the headdress on his head as it assimilated the one he was wearing. He then looked at the next bundle and saw a set of robes that were a blackish blue with bone for accents and some armor mesh The note read the following: Robes of the Undead Lord: Robes sewn from the silk of Undead Nerubian Spiders and imbued with the power and bones of an Arch Necromancer. The robes provide protection against the weaknesses of the undead and Liches and against other Unholy energies as well as bolstering your power with magic and spells. Naturally, Necromancy, Curses, Unholy, and Death magic being the main Magics increases. The robes will repair themselves if damaged, can be used to heal other undead, and will increase your mana capacity as well as reducing the mana drain of using spells of the previously mentioned types.

Placing them over himself, Kel was satisfied as they weaved around him and formed to his body while assimilating his other robes. The next item wasn't a bundle of potions, but a bundle of bottles that had small magical flames contained within. The note for them said the following: Eat the Flames: Blue will increase magical power to that of three Archmagi and the powers grow the more magic used. Red is a creation that will permanently allow the body to repair minor wounds while stopping some of the more serious ones from becoming too agitating and the more fights you survive the more magical supply you will have. Silver will increase movement and casting speed. Black will increase your fighting ability and destructive spells and abilities. White will increase your beneficial spells and the auras you generate

Kel would have grinned if his mouth could do such a thing as he quickly opened the first bottle and inhaled the flame causing it to go into his ribcage where it was assimilated by his soul and he quickly followed the same procedure for the other flames feeling his power boost and grow along with his skeletal body. He had one more bundle and quickly undid to find a small collection of runes and it had a note: Runes: First will increase spell powers and control over them. Second will allow you to take souls from enemies and eat them to increase your own power and heal you faster. Third helps make your resistance to Holy Spells stronger. Fourth will allow the ability to sense magical energies with ease with the distance increasing the more the user trains in it. The fifth will empower the body; making your skeletal structure sturdier, durable, and help strengthen you against your weaknesses. Last one is important, will make it so any spells and attacks do increased damage or will give additional benefits depending on spell/attack used as well as allowing you to keep the Necromantic arts. Simply eat the parchment with the rune on it and the rune will become bound to your soul.

Kel did as instructed and felt the runes bind to his soul like the flames did and felt more of his power growing and feeling his body strengthen more and more. Kel then flexed his skeletal hands feeling the cold and power flowing through him like never before and gave a bow of respect to Arthas, "My thanks, King Arthas, for placing your trust in me. You will not regret such an action." Kel stated making Arthas nod.

"See that I don't, or you will soon join Anasterian among those that are permanently dead." Arthas stated and Kel nodded knowing such a thing was inevitable.

Before anyone else could say anything, Falric spoke, "My Lord! Look!" Falric stated while pointing down the beach to a young woman lying in the sand.

Rushing over to her, Arthas saw she had golden hair, bronzed skin, a bronze bra-like breastplate with white half sleeves, a bronze belt with strips of cloth coming down to make the appearance of the bottom of a dress but also showed off her legs, and a bronze short sword on her waist connected to the belt. She also had golden heeled sandals and a dagger strapped to her left thigh.

"Her magical power, it's incredible." Jaina stated since her power was high, even stronger than Arthas and her own.

"She has the stench of the Red Dragonflight on her as well as old magic, yet she isn't a dragon as I can't sense a soul within her body." Kel stated finding this woman to be an enigma.

"We shouldn't leave her here, lad, with the Trolls, undead that may not be loyal to us, and any of the Elves that still follow Anasterian's ways lurking about, it's too risky that they would just kill or use her for their own gains." Uther stated making Kel and the others nod.

"While I know you do not wish for her to be used in such a manner, it would be better for her to be in our possession than someone else's." Kel stated knowing that such power and oddity couldn't be left alone.

"Very well." Arthas stated dismounting Blaze to pick the woman up and get her on Blaze's back before climbing back on to steady her, "Let's go." Arthas ordered as they headed back for Silvermoon to check on the survivors and then head onto the next phase of the "plan" they were following.

High above them, the great red dragon Korialstrasz watched them go, "I hope Lady Alexstrasza and Lord Nozdormu are right in trusting that Guardian in doing this. Anveena Teague could become just as much a threat under Arthas' care as she would have been on her own or under Anasterian's followers. However, I can't interfere anymore and should she become a threat, we will have to face her and this new Human King when it becomes necessary." Korialstrasz thought before flying back home knowing it was a dangerous game the two leaders were playing, but it was a game they had to play to ensure Azeroth survived.

Korialstrasz just hoped it was a game they'd survive along with Azeroth.

DONE!

Whew, that took FOREVER to get done and get how I wanted it to be.

Lana'thel's last name is my own creation as she has no last name in WarCraft.

Hope you all enjoyed, feel free to comment and follow!

Later!