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Illidan picked Sarah up, cradling her to his chest. To all assembled he spoke, "We go to Suramar, there we will bring an end to the Legion." Glancing down at the body of the young w...
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Music:- Heart of Courage composed by Thomas Bergersen, Two Steps From Hell, Invincible
"Brace yourselves," Khadgar warned, as he started to conjure a defensive spell. "Gul'dan is close by."
The demon hunters took up position in front of the Archmage and defenders. Ocel, Drew and Erik remained close to where Khadgar stood.
From the doors of The Seat of Command, demons started to pour out towards the waiting army. Kayn signalled his Illidari, and in waves they swooped down to battle.
Khadgar glanced towards Sarah. His eyes locked with hers. His heart skipped a beat. There was something in her eyes that conveyed a deep sorrow. A finality. His spell started to diminish. She turned and ran to the altar where the naaru hovered over the encased body of Illidan Stormrage.
"Khadgar! Some help please!" Ocel shouted as the defenders were now pressing forward. The Archmage hesitated a moment longer, then tearing his eyes from Sarah, he continued with forming his spell. He released the ball of frost at the approaching onslaught, splitting their advance like skittles in a bowling alley. The Illidari drove in to cut the disorientated demons down.
"Focus on the ones coming over the ridge," Ocel shouted to Khadgar, "we have these ones now." The paladin swung back towards the doorway of the Seat.
Khadgar nodded and turned to assist the allies to the south. Ocel called the charge for the allies advance as the doorway flooded with multitudinous felguards, doomguards, imps, succubus and felhounds. Ocel charged, swinging his mace with calculated accuracy and devastation. Such was his focus that he did not notice the orc standing just inside the doorway of the Seat of Command.
Gul'dan waited. The defenders and Illidari were progressing nearer to his location, the moment was almost upon him. His red eyes paid particular attention to the draenei leading the assault.
A sudden barrage of arrows impaled some of the demons which had kept him obscured from the attackers' sight. Two more of the projectiles whistling harmlessly past his head. The orc's eyes flitted to the direction they had come from. A dwarf hunter to the left of his location was poised, ready to fire again as he sent in his wolf to rip and tear the flesh of the terrorguards he had just injured. As the bodies of the hulking beasts fell, they revealed the orc standing, waiting behind them.
Ocel looked up just in time to see him as the orc's gnarled hands thrust out towards the oncoming allies. Green and azure channels erupted from the warlock's fingers and he began to suck the life force from the front line of defenders. Illidari, night elves, worgens, humans and draenei all started to crumple and fall under the orc's spell. Gul'dan's deep guttural laughter built as he watched the front line of defence weaken and fold under his power. The mighty paladin among them.
