The Cost of Peace, Chapter Seven

Here we come to save the day! Seventh chapter is on its waaaaaaaay!

Enjoy, it's short, be warned.


“Everything is going to plan, my King.”
              
“Sang’thul, I say that if you do not crush them all beneath the snows of Dragonblight, you will feel pain worse than anything you have ever felt before! You will beg for death, for mercy.” The voice of the Lich King boomed through the image standing before the Lich.
               
“I will not fail you, master.  The dragon is being raised back by my necromancers.  He will become a magma wyrm to crush his once-brethren.” Sang’thul hovered off the ground.  His skeletal form bobbed up and down and the chains surrounding his body circled.
               
“Make sure of that, lest your arrogance cost you everything.” The image of the Lich King faded away.
               
The Lich hovered back inside the caverns of the Obsidian Dragonshrine, muttering the whole way about how he would never fail.

---o---
               
“King Varian Wrynn is here!  We’re saved!” A soldier shouted, and anybody who had been previously working stood up to attention as the King passed by.
              
Varian was followed behind him by Lady Jaina Proudmoore, the Ruler of Theramore, who was constantly trying to talk him out of this, “You don’t have to fight the Horde, Varian!  We have to fight the Lich King together!”
               
The King ignored her.  He didn’t have time for her peaceful, Horde-loving, antics.  This was a time for war, and her words wouldn’t stop him.
               
“You have problems in your own city!  Are you going to just ignore those!?” Jaina stated.
              
Varian gritted his teeth.  Those problems he wasn’t going to think about at the moment.  He continued ignoring Jaina, who eventually got the hint and stopped bickering with him.  Around him stood the town of Wintergarde, which had been taken back from the Scourge in the lower levels of the town.  He was proud of his men for that, and soon they would ride forth to ensure victory against the Horde and all the monsters that made up their ranks.
               
“Wyrmbane, is the army training well?” The King asked.
              
“Yes, of course, they’ll be ready to take down the Horde!” The commander of the 7th Legion responded.
               
“Perfect.”

---o---
               
“Stand at attention, dogs!” Overlord Agmar stood in front of the Horde warriors.
               
Supplies from caravans had trickled in to Agmar’s Hammer in the previous weeks.  Night elf Sentinels from Star’s Rest had attempted to ambush a few of them, but failed miserably and lost more of their own.  The trolls, orcs, tauren, undead, and elves present were fitted with new armor and weapons for the coming fight.
               
“Garrosh will be arriving from Warsong Hold as soon as he is able!  Until then, you must continue training to make sure we win against the Alliance scum! FOR THE HORDE!” Agmar shouted, and the Horde forces nodded in agreement.
               
“LOK’TOR OGAR!” The warriors screamed in response.
               
The Horde dispersed in the courtyard of Agmar’s Hammer, some of them sparring, other practicing on training dummies, and others were still getting their armor fitted.  Agmar watched them all work with a savage grin on his orcish face.
               
They would win this war for sure!

---o---
               
“Aridormi... a bronze dragon!” Aruna pushed her face up against the bars to get a good look at the human figure before them.
              
“Yes... I am one of the Bronze Flight, and I have been charged with your rescue by the Wyrmrest Accord.” Aridormi said.
               
“Well isn’t that just awesome!” stated Jackal.
               
The dragon lifted her hand and channeled some sort of energy that clicked all the locks in the jail cell open.  Aruna, Anura, Jackal, Phoenix, and the rest of the sailors trapped in the prison walked out and waited for Aridormi to lead their next move.             

“I cannot disguise all of you, so be prepared to fight.”
              
Scarlet Crusaders poured down the stairways at the sound of the captives being freed.  They noticed the well-dressed human in the middle of the prisoners and assumed that was the one who freed them all.  The Crusaders leaped at Aridormi, but they were quickly thrown back by a blast of golden magic.
               
“Foolish humans.” The dragon muttered as she led the group of people up into the barracks. “You attempt to stop what has already been planned.”
               
After fighting more Scarlets, the group entered the courtyard of New Hearthglen, where before they could exit, a call sounded out.  Anura looked over her shoulder by the chapel, where the High General came running out on a horse.
              
“Look out!” The gnomish death knight yelled.
               
Phoenix turned around and threw up a fire barrier in front of the group; it was dispelled as soon as David struck it with his sword, however.  The High General called for the priests and paladins of the Scarlet Crusade to gather, and soon the courtyard was flooding with the red-armored zealots.
              
A battle was about to begin.