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The capital of Lordaeron was different from Stormwind. It did not have such high spiers as another, already fallen city, but graceful in its own way. I'm not saying that I'm not happy to be here. Dalaran is not far from here. Suppose you leave the city and walk along the shores of Lake Lordamer. In that case, you will notice the Violet Tower, which sparkles with magical energy like a lighthouse. I would like to go there for a rest. Dalaran has already become a home for me, which I do not want to lose.

Inside, the capital of Lordaeron was beautiful too. Here its comfort reigned, which could only attract attention. Ordinary people mixed with merchants and others went about their business, only sometimes looking at us with interest. After a rather long journey, we were immediately met by several guards when we arrived in the city. They let us into the city without much delay. One of them even volunteered to accompany us, since neither Lothar nor I am very familiar with this city. No, I have seen maps of the capital of Lordaeron, but I have not memorized them.

King Terenas greeted us quite happily and listened to everything that happened to Stormwind. Together with him, several other local representatives of the aristocracy listened to us. One of them expressed his disbelief in Lothar's words, which provoked his anger. I had to calm him down, but I myself felt that I would gladly nip this aristocrat on the top of my head with my staff. If not for Lordaeron's king, Lothar would have dueled each of these arrogant aristocrats until he got to the one who dared to offend him. And I will not say that he would not have succeeded. Almost none of the local warriors have the amount of practical combat experience that he received.

The ruler of Lordaeron agreed to convene other kings and rulers to discuss the situation with the Horde attack, as well as to create an alliance that would help defend against this threat and possibly repel future attacks. It took a whole week to organize this. I won't say it was easy ... King Terenas had a lot to do.

The fact that everything was organized in one week speaks of the influence of the King of Lordaeron, as well as the people who help him. Even more important was the fact that Dalaran responded to the call almost instantly. They knew this was going to happen, and therefore they prepared. No special feasts were planned at the arrival time, but the king simply could not do anything.

One fine morning, all the rulers gathered in a large hall, where there was a large table with a map of Azeroth, as well as artfully made figurines of orcs and other kingdoms. I know almost all the people here, at least according to their description.

A large, bear-like man with a thick face, heavy black beard, and black and gray armor is Genn Greyman. He runs the southern kingdom of Gilneas, and I heard he was much smarter than he looks. A tall, slender man with tanned skin in a green naval uniform was, of course, Admiral Daelin Proudmoore. He was a representative of Kul Tiras, but his position as commander of the largest and most powerful fleet in the world made him equal to the rest of the rulers. Even Terenas recognized this. A quiet, educated-looking man with graying brown hair and hazel eyes is Lord Aiden Perenolde, ruler of Alterac. He glared at Thoras Trollbane, the king of his neighboring Stromgarde. Still, the lanky, rough Trollbane simply ignored him. It seemed that his skins and furs seemed to shield him not only from the cold winds of the mountains of his kingdom but also from the wrath of Perenolde. Instead, Trollbane's stone face was directed towards a short but sturdy man with a snow-white beard and a friendly face. He needed no introduction. He was recognized throughout the continent even without his ceremonial robes and staff - Alonsus Faol, respected by all, was the archbishop of the Church of Light. And although I had never met Faol personally before, I recognized him, the sight of this old man created a feeling of peace and tranquility.

It remained to wait for the arrival of the representative of Dalaran. I wonder who will arrive here. There was a purple flash, and Krasus Reddregon emerged from the portal. It looks like he decided to take matters into his own hands. He needs to be fully confident that the meeting will follow the intended path.

When Krasus approached all the communicators, he just nodded to me. I answered him the same way. King Terenas clapped his hands for silence, and silence fell.

"Thanks to everyone who answered my call," said the king. His voice echoed off the walls, making it even more pronounced and loud. So everyone could hear what he was saying. Lothar carefully examined each of the rulers to see who would support him and who would not. "I understand that my message came very suddenly, and I would not be in such a hurry if there was not a very serious event on the agenda. Anduin Lothar, the first knight of Stormwind, is here, and I think it would be right if he tells everything we need to know."

Lothar nodded and took a step forward. The light around him seemed to become more concentrated, allowing everyone to see a knight in full. During this week, he had time to rest a little and prepare for this meeting. He remained in his armor and even refused to exchange it for the armor that Terenas offered him. He seemed to have grown together with his armor, and nothing better than them for him can not be. Lothar did not even allow local blacksmiths to repair the armor but did it himself.

Exhaling, the knight closed his eyes for a second, as if collecting his thoughts, and then said:

"Your Majesties, I will be brief."

He paused for a second, examining the faces of everyone present as if expecting to see boredom there. But there was nothing like that. Everyone who was here understood that they would not have been gathered here so quickly. Lothar controlled his emotions well and did not betray his bitterness at the loss of many many friends.

"My home, Stormwind, has been destroyed."

This caused a dead silence among the monarchs. And I understand them. It is not every day that you receive the news that a rather strong country has simply ceased to exist. The only one who didn't look surprised was Krasus. But that's understandable ... He was in Stormwind during its last moments of life. Some monarchs even turned pale. Lothar continued to speak:

"It was destroyed by the Horde, which consists of terrible creatures who do not care about our lives. They do not spare anyone and easily turn humans into slavery to work for them day and night. They use the darkest magic that came from demons. In the early days, we tried to understand what kind of threat it was. Still, it quickly became clear that these were not just robbers, but a well-trained and disciplined army that wanted to seize new territories for itself."

Lothar exhaled as if to calm himself. And I understand him, it is difficult to restrain yourself when you have to talk about what you experienced. But Anduin managed to pull himself together very quickly.

"King Adamant, and then King Llane, died before my very eyes," said Lothar.

So can they come here?" asked Proudmoore. " Hmm."

"Yes," Lothar nodded. It was a simple answer, but not a very pleasant one.

"Do they have ships?" asked the admiral again, continuing to think about something.

"I don't know," Lothar said. "Before that, we didn't know about the Horde itself, so ... Maybe they will have ships too. We tried to sink many ships, but not all ..."

"So it could be that they're already sailing towards us," Proudmoore concluded.

"They can come by land," Trollbane said, straightening his clothes. "Don't forget about it. "

This person did not seem pleased with the news.

"Yes, it's possible," Lothar said, nodding his head. "We first encountered them in the east, near the Swamp of Sorrows, and they crossed all the southern kingdoms to reach Stormwind. If they go north, they can cross the dwarven kingdom and enter Lordaeron from the south.

"From the south?" asked Graham Genn. "Don't underestimate us. We'll just crush them. I will kill anyone who wants to walk through my lands without permission."

"You don't understand," Krasus interjected. "It is very difficult to resist them. The mages of Dalaran have already tried to help, but they had to retreat. The warriors of Stormwind, even with excellent training, have failed. And this already says something."

"Then what do you suggest?" asked Archbishop Faol. His voice sounded very soothing. This was not enough, as the meeting slowly began to heat up. His voice was like cold water poured onto heated metal.

"We must unite," Lothar said. "Only together can such an enemy be resisted."

"Hmm," Proudmoore drawled. "Perhaps we can come to an agreement with these, how are they ... orcs. From your story, they do not look stupid and aggressive animals."

I could argue with that, but I won't. I'd rather not say anything yet.

"We tried to talk to them," Lothar replied sadly. "But the result was the same. Death of the messenger."

"In general, you want us to help reclaim your kingdom, don't you?" said in an unpleasant voice Perenolde. Lothar clenched his hands into fists and barely controlled himself, not to break the king's skull. He's a somewhat slimy sapient who is willing to backstab if it is profitable from what I've heard. - But what can you offer us for help?

I saw Krasus shake his head as if he didn't believe what the man was saying. But it was true. He simply does not believe that these orcs are such a serious danger and can harm him somehow.

"Besides that," Pernold continued. "Most of your people are already dead. Your royal family has been destroyed. What do you say to this?"

"Let me intervene," said the King of Lordaeron. "I cannot allow you to insult my guest. Anduin Lothar is now my guest of honor, and I believe he can lead his kingdom as well as others."

I saw Krasus nod at that phrase. I agree, well said. With one phrase, he showed others that Lothar was his guest and that he saw him as the future ruler of Stormwind.

"Sir Lothar has brought with him a small band of experienced veterans of the orc war," King Terenas continued. "Besides, he is a brilliant tactician and commander who spent three long years in a war with these creatures. Also, he is one of the last members of the Arathi clan, so he can ask for help."

The Arathi clan is an ancient clan that managed to unite all human tribes into once mighty Empire. The first human Empire to become a great power.

"Do you think we are stupid?" asked Greiman. It was evident that such thoughts seemed very unusual to him. "Do you want to encroach on our freedom, and on our possessions?"

"No," Lothar nodded. "I don't need power over your kingdoms. I only want us to unite against a common threat that will stop at nothing until all of Azeroth is taken over."

"Besides that," Terenas began. "Lothar can use the ancient elf aid pact. This will give us additional strength."

"We need to think," said one of the human kings. Others just nodded their heads at this.

At this point, the meeting ended. Now a long period of negotiations should begin and the search for approaches to other kings. But something tells me that it shouldn't be difficult. This was confirmed by the fact that there is already one person who supports us. This is Krasus.

Leaving the office, we walked around the castle and then went to our apartments, which the king allocated to Lothar and me. We needed to stay there. In general, the royal palace here was quite beautiful. Statues of warriors, paintings of battles, and a huge collection of weapons that hung idly on the walls were around all the time.

"What do you think?" he asked me, Lothar, throwing off his armor, and he poured himself some wine.

"What can I say," I answered him. "So far, everything is going pretty well. We have the support of Lordaeron and Dalaran. And this is already quite a lot."

"I understand that," Anduin said, and exhaled. "I never wanted to be in such a situation, but we need to continue to work."

"Let's go for a walk," I told him. "There is no need to sit here so simply."

"Come on."

We left our room and headed towards the main square. On the way, I felt someone's attentive and interested gaze. Stopping, I turned in the direction from which they were looking at me. There was a blond boy, about ten years old. Behind him stood a short girl with interesting hair color on her head.

"Who is this?" I asked Lothar. He turned his head in that direction and nodded his head.

"This is Prince Arthas, son of Terenas," Lothar said. "And that girl is Jaina Proudmoore, daughter of Daelin Proudmoore.

"Hmm," I shook my head. These names are familiar to me, as they will play a fairly large role in Azeroth in the future. But which one? I don't remember anymore. Although, it is clear that they are heirs and therefore will have great influence. If it turns out to create an alliance between human kingdoms, then these children will be the heirs of all this wealth.

It was fresh outside. People walked around, not worried at all that somewhere there was a destroyed state, and they also do not even know and think that this could happen to them.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed two rulers communicating with each other. They were Kras and Daelin. They stood on a low parapet, completely unnoticed by ordinary people. The admiral asked the head of Dalaran about what he saw and what predictions he had for developing this whole situation with the orcs. It seems to me that soon we will be able to find out the head of state's decisions with the strongest and most numerous fleet. I wonder what others have to say and how long it will take to get them to join. If the orcs attacked them now, it would force them to immediately join the Alliance.

"Anduin Lothar," a familiar voice said as we made our way back to the king's house.

We turned and saw Thoras Trollbane, who approached us with his guards. These guards looked at us and were ready to rush at any moment to destroy if we would somehow threaten their king. But we have no thoughts in this direction.

"Thoras Tollebane," nodded Lothar. "What brings you to me?"

"Do you not believe that it could be a coincidence?" The king asked with a grin on his face.

Lothar raised an eyebrow as they didn't believe it in the least. He certainly does not believe that this man decided to just walk up to him and talk about the weather.

"Heh," the king grunted and said. "And that's true. There are no coincidences. I want to talk to you about these orcs. What are they like warriors?"

"Fierce, mighty and dangerous," Lothar replied curtly.

"I can show you an illusion," I interrupted the conversation. I like the fact that this person is quite straightforward and immediately asked what interests him.

"An illusion? - Toras asked and nodded his head. "Show it to me, magician."

With a chuckle, I cast the desired spell. The image of the battle of people against orcs was very interesting, as it completely absorbed the king and his guards' attention. They looked at these monsters and slowly realized that the problem here was much more serious than even Lothar had imagined. This is a full-fledged attack of one world on another with an attempt to take over.

As the illusion ended, I noticed that Terenas was impressed. He thanked briefly and left with his soldiers thinking hard about something.

"Do you think this will help him make a decision faster?" asked me Lothar looking at the back of a king. "I feel that we don't have much time left until another attack begins."

"Anything is possible," I agreed with him. "We will find out shortly."

The next two days were very stressful. Lothar had to communicate with every king and prove that everything he said was true. Some listened to him attentively, while others all the time tried to catch him in a lie and reveal the "secret" plan. I had to follow him like a shadow, and listen to all these conversations, sometimes expressing my opinion. In my only conversation with Proudmoore, I had to answer a lot about the orc warlocks and where they draw their strength from. After that, he introduced me to his daughter. She turned out to be a very active kid who can turn into an arrogant bitch or into a normal person. It all depends on the upbringing.

On the third day, we all got together again in the familiar room to discuss this issue. In the first part of the day, I had to talk in more detail about the idea of ​​unification. After dinner, Lothar spoke again about the need to unite the armies. Tallbane and Terenas agreed immediately. Proudmoore only after some thought. Krasus also agreed and then withdrew, as he had urgent business in the Violet Citadel. The two remaining kings resisted. But that was understandable.

They came to power after their fathers and never led an army into battle. No matter how cool in combat they wanted to look like, they have no experience as warlords. Lothar considers them to be simply pampered, nasty people. They were looking for benefits in this association made him look for what could be offered to these people.

It took a whole week to persuade them to join the Alliance. The next question was even more complicated and difficult. It was necessary to decide who would command all these forces. And here everyone wanted to take on these obligations. Many had reasonable arguments as to why they should be leaders. It was either the size of the army, a strong fleet, huge reserves of food, or both. In general, there were a lot of words.

The clerks only had time to write down the points that the kings had agreed on and came to an agreement. I never thought it would take such a long time. But, I also understand that they are all different people and not just ordinary people, but kings. In their countries, no one is more important than them. Still, when they all get together, you really have to think and give in on some issues to advance another issue.

"Don't you understand," Terenas said. "We will have to create a united army, not separate from each other. To facilitate this, everyone will have to send some resources ..."

There was a flash, and Krasus came out of it. He looked rather tired, which suggests that he had worked hard in recent days. The kings saw him and stared with interest as if expecting what he might say.

"While we are trying to organize our alliance here, the Horde also managed to get allies," Krasus said.

"Wait, what?" surprised Lothar. "Who became the ally of these monsters?"

"Amani trolls," Krasus said. "I also learned that they were able to find some dangerous artifact in the Redridge Mountains."

"This is very bad news," Terenas said.

"The trolls have united with the orcs," said Lothar. - This is not very pleasant. Still, it was necessary to destroy them at the root.

"Perhaps," Krasus nodded, then added. - But that's not all. Now the orcs have begun to negotiate with the murlocs to help them in the future military campaign.

"Can you come to an agreement with them?" Graham asked in mild surprise.

"It turns out that yes," Krasus nodded. "I see problems with the expansion of the Horde."

"Me too," Lothar nodded. "Are there any other important news that we should know?"

"Yes," Krasus nodded. "They are going to attack simultaneously on two fronts. Elves and us."

When everyone had discussed this, Faol stepped forward and said:

"When you told me what happened to the Abbey of Northshire, I was thrilled how the rest of my clergy could survive this war, which is approaching so quickly. These orcs pose a threat even to tough warriors like you - how then can a simple priest protect himself, let alone his people?"

Lothar nodded his head in agreement with the cleric's words. I also listened carefully, as this may be important in the future.

"And the idea came to me how to solve this problem as if the Holy Light itself gave it to me. What if there is a way for warriors to fight for the light and with the light, using both its gifts and their fighting skills, and also follow the teachings of the church?" he said, blissfully covering his eyes.

"Have you found such a way?" asked Lothar.

"Yes," Faol said. "I've been thinking about creating an order that will include paladins. Gone are the days when they were just scattered warriors. Now, they must unite just like the kings did. "

Lothar nodded his head in agreement with the cleric's words. I can also agree with this since such powers would be useful in the future. I knew a paladin, but he died in battle.

"Let me introduce the first members of this order." Faol nodded his head as if inviting someone to come over. Four people came out of the shadows. They were dressed in shining armor trimmed with gold. Magical energy shone in them, showing that this armor is not just a heap of metal, but also very complex artifacts. I certainly would not have been able to do such. "Some of them were formerly knights, others were priests. I chose these people for both their piety and their martial prowess. They will be trained not only in military science but also in prayer and healing. And each of these brave fighters will have both military and spiritual power. They will bless themselves and others with the power of the Holy Light."

For some reason, I don't really like all this religious talk. Although I understand that this order will be useful during this war, in the future, it may become a bone in the throat for many. The emergence of a centralized militant wing in the church can lead to rather bad consequences. I remember well from my homeworld about campaigns against infidels, about witch hunts, and other atrocities. Of course, the likelihood that something like this will happen in Azeroth is rather low, but still ... They will need to be watched.

"I'll introduce them to you: Uther, Seiden Dafrokhan, Tirion Fordring, and Anakin the Skywalker," Faol said, pointing to the men. They all looked strong and experienced. "They are the ones who will become the Knights of the Silver Hand."

"Knights of the Silver Hand? - asked Lothar.

"This is the name of the order," Faol confirmed. "Well, I'll leave you, as you will definitely be interested in discussing some issues."

The churchman bowed a little, and then swung the hem of his robe and quickly disappeared. The silence dragged on. Nobody wanted to start the conversation yet. This was especially evident from the paladin named Anakin. He looked very worried. On the other hand, others looked more restrained, since, probably, they had found themselves in such a situation more than once.

"My lords, the archbishop told us about the imminent war, about the approach of the Horde. We are all at your service, as well as for our parishioners. Use us as you see fit, and we will rush into the crowds of our enemies and throw them back, defending this land with the Holy Light," said a paladin named Uther. He was tall, half a head taller than me, a wide chin, a thin lip line, and blue eyes. I could feel his aura, and it still sparkled with muted purity.

"Were you, knights, before?" said Lothar with interest. He examined the paladins and pondered something. It seems that he already finds an opportunity to use them. I think I understand that too. These people can act as a powerful unit that will instill confidence in their forces under their command. They can also heal others while possessing sufficient strength and skills to protect themselves. Lothar, probably, does not want a repetition of the clerics' situation, when they were completely unprepared for battle and did not even know how to handle weapons.

"Yes, Lord Lothar," he replied. "But I have always been a follower of the church and a faithful supporter of the Holy Light. I first met Archbishop Faol when he was just a bishop, and he honored me and became my spiritual advisor and mentor. He told me about his plans for a new order and offered me a place there. I believe that with the help of the Holy Light, we can overcome anything."

A paladin looked like a hardcore fanatic. Lothar was still questioning them, but it was all just idle chatter. The words of each of them did not differ from each other. In general, they can be a powerful help, but they will need supervision.

"What do you say, Alistair?" he asked me Lothar when these paladins left the room.

"Nothing special," I answered him with a breath. "They will be useful in war, but I would not entrust them with any higher positions than the detachment commander."

"Why? " asked me Lothar.

"They're too fixated on religion," I told him. "Sometimes, it makes it difficult to see the situation as it really is, and it will be impossible to retrain them in these weeks."

"I can't help but agree," nodded Lothar, agreeing with me. "I think that they will need to be kept together with other paladins, making them a flying squad."

"Perhaps," I nodded to him. "I have never been a commander, so I'll leave it to you."

"Don't worry, I won't let you down, or Llane's memory."

***

Gul'dan was very, very angry. His eyes seemed to be the source of a large, green flame that was just waiting to break out and burn someone. Black magic occasionally flared up, frightening the few warlocks who survived after Orgrim became the Horde leader. He tightened his grip on his staff, his lower jaw protruding slightly forward, which indicated his extreme degree of rage.

"Why haven't you achieved anything yet?" He barked, looking at his subordinates. How he missed his assistant, these ignoramuses cannot do anything normally.

"We're trying, Gul'dan," Rakmar said. Perhaps Gul'dan was wrong about this orc. He was one of the old necromancer shamans who survived the massacre brought by Orgrim only because his stomach began to twist, and he sat in the restroom for hours. "We were able to revive bodies, but to give consciousness ... We could not do that. They are just vessels."

Gul' dan stared at human bodies. All of them belonged to the inhabitants of this state, which almost became the day of his last step on the way to achieving his goals. He disliked not keeping his promises, especially in front of orcs like Ogrim. The leader will be furious if he does not fulfill part of his deal. The crumbling corpses that can barely walk were not at all what he wanted to create.

"Then find a way," the orc hissed, looking at these necroliths. And then he froze for a second. He had an insight into what and how to do it. It was like a click that immediately opened the way for him. The insight was so great that even other warlocks realized it. "Although you know, forgive Rakmar. I understand that this is a completely new assignment for you. But you have to try."

"Of course," the warlock nodded.

He walked away from where the research was taking place and nodded to his ogre, who was a rather powerful warlock and was also completely loyal to Gul' dan. He immediately realized that the main warlock needed his help.

"Collect our tools. We're going to make a sacrifice."

"We will bring our comrades back to life," said the ogre mage with a stupid face and nodded contentedly. He liked that.

Gul'dan quickly gave orders to the other warlocks, who began to prepare the altar. Inwardly, the orc just chuckled, as he was sure that they would not understand exactly what he was up to. With everything ready, Gul' dan began to concentrate on the magic he was about to use. It was pretty difficult for him too, but it didn't matter.

"Is this supposed to revive the corpses?" asked Rakmar. "But will they be the ones we need, or will they remain just the same walking corpses."

The necromancer gazed at Gul'dan. He understood that not everything is so easy with him. He is not so worried about the Horde as he wants to show it. And what he is going to do now is very much reminiscent of some of the rituals that he performed back in Draenor, when he was considered a worthy shaman. In this rite, there must definitely be a sacrifice. But there is no one and nothing suitable for the victim, except for him and other warlocks.

Rakmar prepared himself to be very careful and watch Gul'dan with all eyes.

"Attention," Gul' dan said loudly. "We're starting."

The orcs formed a semicircle and began to slowly release their energies to Gul'dan. He began to form the spell, and as soon as it was almost ready, he interrupted it for a moment. This was enough to get started. Rakmar, who was watching the warlock, also interrupted the power supply. He saw Gul' dan's dagger move towards his neck.

Briskly, like a young orc, he dodged and kicked Gul' dan's arm, knocking out the dagger. The next second he jumped back.

Gul' dan did not expect this and fell to the ground in complete disgrace. The next second he stood up abruptly, enveloping himself in magical protection. His eyes glowed with malice and fury. A low, guttural growl escaped his throat, and he said:

"What does this mean, Rakmar?"

"This is what I wanted to ask you, Gul' dan," the orc said, and slowly began to retreat. "I thought you were really worried about the Horde, but I was wrong. You only think of yourself and are ready to sacrifice anyone. But I will not allow this to be done to me."

"How dare you!" screamed orc. "I gave you power!"

"You destroyed Draenor with your stupidity!" Rakmar answered him. "And now, you were going to sacrifice me. Don't think I'm stupid."

"Grab him!" growled Gul' dan preparing their magic. The staff that was driven into the ground, glowed softly with green energy. The next second, long, branchy lightning bolts flew out from there, leaving burns on the ground.

Only Rakmar was not weak either. He was always a diligent student and remembered everything that teachers told him. With a pass of his hand, he created a dark green shield that protected him. Oh no, he's not going to fight ... He's going to run away. He, too, performed bloody rituals with captured prisoners to regain his youth. He may look like an old orc, but his body has more strength than any other orc. Body modifications are always beneficial if done correctly.

With the next spell, Rakmar created a small point of attraction that would not allow his opponents to approach a certain line for several tens of seconds. He also designed this spell himself. After that, he turned around and began to run away very quickly. He needed to hide.

Orcish warriors looked at him but were in no hurry to follow or him. They did not know that he was running for a reason ... They did not even know that he was running away. When he ran out of sight of the orcs, he immediately covered himself with magic and began to move only in the dark. Its improved body made it possible to cover fairly long distances without much difficulty.

Gul'dan stared at the spot where the bastard Rakmar had just stood and only clenched his fists tighter. He just wanted to win back on someone. But he could not do this, as it would impermissibly strongly undermine his authority.

"Well, warlock," Orgrim said. "What can you show me?"

"Oh," Gul' dan said, pretending. But that couldn't fool Orgrimm, only he didn't show it. May Gul' dan continue to consider himself the smartest. "We have achieved a lot."

"Show me," the leader of the Horde nodded.

Gul'dan quickly pulled out several glowing soul gems, which he received after destroying the captive people, and then combined into more powerful stones. This magic was called "magic of souls" and was quite interesting.

After performing several spells, he placed the first glowing stone in the body of one of the disfigured corpses. He was going to make a creature called the Death Knight. The corpse trembled and then opened its eyes. They glowed red, causing an irrational sense of fear. Gul' dan pushed the emotion away from him and nodded to the corpse.

"And what is it?" asked Orgrimm.

"This is a Death Knight," Gul' dan said. "They will be excellent warriors. They are not afraid of almost any weapon. Also, they can evolve over time."

The mind of the created being possessed only a basic set of skills. Namely, combat skills, submission block, and special magic block. All this knowledge was passed on to him by a demon that he had not seen for a long time. Ever since he left Draenor.

"Hmm," the orc nodded and then added, "Let's check them on the arena!"

The Death Knight was quickly escorted into the arena. The human warriors were released there, promising that they would be freed if they could defeat him. This, of course, was not true. They would be allowed to take a dozen steps, and then they would simply be killed by the warg riders.

The Death Knight stared coldly at the people who surrounded him. He only had the hammer that the chief gave him. He had only one order. Destroy these people. The goal is simple and straightforward. His eyes flashed with more intense light, and he lunged forward, already raising his weapon. It was covered with a black aura. The knight forcefully lowered his weapon on the first person and instantly killed. In the next second, from the blow, a black wave went in all directions, which turned into thorns, piercing people's bodies like giant needles. After another moment, the Death Knight does a back turn and hits another person with his hammer. He crashes into a wall at great speed and falls like a broken doll.

It took several seconds for the creation of black magic to deal with all opponents. Orgrim was delighted and even allocated some additional resources to Gul' dan. And these knights themselves passed the test of battle very soon when they captured the dwarves' stronghold, which was called Black Mountain.

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