The young elf Frayja stayed in the shadows peaking out from the bush near by. There was a battle between Horde and Alliance. Her bright eyes opened wide at the fields of horde bodies laid out in a line in front of a battalion of Alliance. This was a turning point for the war to come. Blood covered Alliance soldiers cheered loudly as a human in heavy armor walked in the center of them. The soldiers quickly cheered him as they moved out of his way as he walked forward making his way to the lines of dead horde. The loud sound of cracking metal was heard as they cheered his name, “HORRIGAN!!! HORRIGAN!!! HORRIGAN!!!”.
Frayja has never seen humans cheer for a single man. The elf was shocked at the site of Victory. Popping her head out farther from the bush so she could see the man they cheer for place his heavy boot over a dead orc’s head. The man’s strength helped power a crushing blow to the orc’s skull popping it like a melon. The young elf’s stomach would start to sink. He held his arms out wide as the roar of the alliance grew louder for their hero.
“HORRIGAN!!! HORRIGAN!!! HORRIGAN!!!”
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Watched from his command tent as the mass gathered around this great warrior of the Alliance. He nodded and smirked in turn as the one known Horrigan crushed the orc’s skull underfoot. “The Alliance will soon overpower these filthy invaders in due time.” The young knight remarked arrogantly under his breath as the glorious sight of victory before them reflected on his pupils.
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A tale to inspire the youth and bring contentment to the elderly!
HAIL!
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Kimsemus slammed plate fist against armored chest, cheering with the other soldiers. They were drenched in Horde blood and gore. Their armor was dented, pitted, and scarred from deflecting the meager blows from their mongrel foe.
The Horde had slammed upon their line with all the grace and organization expected of an undisciplined warband. They broke the Horde like water on rock. Everywhere during the battle where soldiers faltered, there was Horrigan, lending a confident hand and steadying aura. Where the fighting was thickest, there was he.
As Horrigan passed by the line, a wounded Troll at Kimsemus’s feet attempted a guttural curse. With utmost contempt, Kimsemus brought his warhammer down on the Troll’s head, spraying blood and gore all over himself and his comrades, which met the display with smiles and glee. “Horrigan! Horrigan! Hail Horrigan!,” they all yelled.
Noble Horrigan turned his head towards his warriors, the faintest of expressions creeping across his face. His expression was almost…approval? Satisfaction? The soldier’s hearts swelled at the attention of their lord.
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They say it was a poisoned troll spear that pierced the King’s heart. Others say it was the mightiest of tauren warriors that bested the Alliance hero. One thing was for sure the King’s life was taken by the ravaged Horde army. They held borders and the maps grew with red Horde. With the Hero missing it was up to his twin sons to shrink the sea of horde red that spread. The twins’ names are not known like their father’s was.
