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that day had no important mission in mind. My intention was to spend the afternoon in the main square of Orgrimmar, sell tanned skins carefully for months had skinning the beasts of the icy land of Northrend. While haggling with a merchant elf the price of a frost dragon scales, I heard whispers about old trolls. Rumors that the priests of Stormwind had risen to the fallen King Varian, who had defeated hard-fighters of the Horde. "Gossip" I thought, and laughed to myself. Meanwhile, one of the older recognized me as one of the murderers of the human king, and began to whisper in the ear of his interlocutor words that my ears could not comprehend.
finished the transaction with the merchant elf and I left the crowded square. He had just come to a cow street when suddenly I felt a strange presence behind me. I turned by grasping the hilt of my dagger, and I found with the bright, blank eyes of a Voidwalker
, an arcane evil under the orders of a witch. He raised a claw, pointed at me and whispered:
"Sikwalin the Rogue, you've been invited to join an assault on the city of Ironforge. My love, Kaiduit, is knowing your deeds and seeks the assistance of the bravest warriors of the Horde in this attack on the Alliance. If you're interested, I'll rock you to the place where is my love. " nodded. The Voidwalker raised his arms and a huge black sphere of energy appeared from nowhere. I reached out my hand to touch and, as the tips of my fingers touched it, felt that a force pulling me towards her. I could feel my body going through the universe at high speed through the ritual of invocation, to stop suddenly in the dark. Slightly dazed, I opened the door of the huge magical wardrobe in which I had materialized. I was in a rugged and cold land, the mountains of Dun Morogh. Before me was a sorcerer who welcomed me warmly, and beyond thirty warriors armed to the teeth. There was more magic wardrobe like the one I had referred to me, and they emerged even more fighters, some of whom I recognized.
After get familiar with the strategy devised, we set off. We were just a few miles from the city of Ironforge, a huge fortress on the hill of a mountain, carved by the dwarves in ancient times. His intricate passages are venturing into the bowels of the earth, passages that we should go to get to King Magni Bronzebeard.
storm the city through the main gate, killing all the guards trying to stop our advance. Although not the strategy that a rogue would use, I acknowledge that it was quite effective. Let one of the guards force you to life and guide us through the network of tunnels.
Finally, we reached the room in which dwelt the king of the dwarfs. The stubbornness of dwarves is legendary, as much as their physical stamina. I saw it fall to many of us before Bronzebeard and his minions bite the dust.
In this way, I kept my promise. Magni Bronzebeard was the last of the leaders of the Alliance and now he was dead, the war chief Thrall had finally been avenged.
After questioning the guard caught, we discovered that there was a means of transport in the city of Ironforge, with which could reach the city of Stormwind in no time: a train created by engineers gnomes, running through an underwater tunnel and led to the very antechamber of King Varian. The group agreed to return to the old capital of our enemies to plunder what they could not during our previous visit. The train was extremely fast troll. The tunnel crossing, indeed, the sea: the top was made of thicker glass that he had never seen, and I was horrified at the thought of the huge amount of water that was on us, and what would happen if the glass came to break .
We left
transport roaring when we arrived at our destination. However, when turning a corner we found ourselves face to face with both known and unexpected ...
King Varian Wrynn.
seemed that the rumors were true. Accompanied by dozens of activists from the Alliance, the human king charged at us with his huge two-handed sword. Its steel pierced the flesh of orcs and trolls as if their bodies were of parchment. When revived, the priests must have imbued him some kind of divine power, because it seemed much more powerful than last time.
Ain
But these did not stop me react quickly. I lost during the confusion and slipped behind the iron fence guards protecting his king. Her bare shoulders were a feast for my deadly daggers, recently smeared with a lethal poison. A paladin can withstand most attacks thanks to their healing spells, but even the most skilled can withstand the sharp attack of two poisoned daggers through his lungs. The resurrected king fell from rattling, with my trusty dagger hanging by his sides as if it were a macabre puppet.
Some of the guards left alive Alliance laid down their weapons almost instantly. Others were not so smart, and continued to fight until death. I understood the honor meant to them to die in combat, however, were the enemy, and Horde should show no mercy to those that did not show in your day with us. Move through the city in ruins, which had not yet recovered from our last raid, destroying our way to men, women and children. Raided several buildings, including a bank and looted a tavern, which rescued a barrel of mead. Let's face it: the dwarves know what they do, with regard to the creation of drinks.
This
once we do achieve a landslide victory at the gate of the city, and were this time the defenders of Stormwind who fled and were lost among the trees of Elwynn Forest. The battle was over. I decided to leave my group and enjoy the spoils of victory, but I preferred to return to Orgrimmar.
Kaiduit I looked the sorcerer and asked him to transport you to Orgrimmar. I replied that, for the moment, I could not do that, because it had exhausted its power, and to ask any magician. So I did, and thanks to a witch elf I found drunk in a tavern back to Orgrimmar, but not before paying the magician a small amount of gold for to open a dimensional portal.
Appeared in the throne room of the War Chief Thrall. A voidwalker had gone to warn of my arrival and was waiting for me. Our shamans and priests had also done a great job with his resurrection. I bowed to him. He gestured for me to get up and, with his powerful voice, told me:
"Rogue Sikwalin. To my ears have reached your deeds. You enjoy a high reputation among the Horde. Defended the city of Orgrimmar, avenged my death by killing the leaders of the Alliance, plus twice risen to overthrow King Varian Wrynn.'ve done a lot for the horde and gratitude, I grant them this award and I obsequiaré with a mount worthy of a soldier of the Horde in your size. Go now, Sikwalin Rogue, Soldier of the Horde. Lok-tar Ogar, for the Horde!
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A frog riding a dragon! Hilarious!
Explanation: During the Halloween event, you could do trick or treating with the innkeepers of Azeroth. The "trick" was temporarily converted into a random animal or receive
a buff, and this time I became a frog.
The dragon is mine.
