Battle of Blackrock Spire (Part One)

The forces at Blackrock Spire had grown significantly, now exceeding a thousand, with more Elf joining them. Ravencrest hoped to maintain the largest possible force before encountering any enemies. His thoughts coincided perfectly with Broxigar's; the Orcs knew all too well the terrifying power of demons.

Nathanos saw the green-skinned creature striding angrily toward him, and his face screamed, "I've been humiliated."

"Let me guess, you went to see Ravencrest and then got sent back."

"Arrogant Elf." Broxigar slammed his fist against the wall. "I wanted to tell him everything I could remember about the enemy," he explained, "But that Elf told me to get away. If it weren't for the chance to Execute demons, I would have left this godforsaken place long ago!"

"Ravencrest only knows that enemies are attacking this place, but he doesn't understand the Burning Legion. We're staying here to help him. I've looked at the map; if Blackrock Spire Hold falls, the Night Elf city of Suramar is doomed!"

"Even you know the seriousness of the problem, so why doesn't that nobleman realize it?" Broxigar shouted. "If he had a basic understanding of demons, he could have his soldiers adjust their tactics to exploit their weaknesses."

"You've told him all this, but how much will he believe? Ultimately, he just doesn't trust us. Lord Ravencrest seems to have complete confidence in his soldiers." Nathanos placed the last arrow into his quiver. Broxigar noticed it was a Night Elf weapon; he wondered where the Undead had obtained it.

The fortress's warning horn sounded, and the Undead and Orcs noticed a strange green light illuminating the area ahead. This light seemed not to be emanating from the sky, but rather from within the fortress.

"It's the Throat of Fel!" Broxigar shouted a warning.

"What?"

"The Throat of Fel is the Legion's portal; that's what Warchief Thrall calls it."

Nathanos didn't need to ask any further questions, "It's them. They've come, and they never waste time. The Burning Legion is here to destroy everything."

As horns sounded, the Night Elf ranks dispersed and entered battle formation.

Then, the first terrifying figure came into view through the portal: the Night Elf, Orcs, Undead, each with their own thoughts.

Survive... Die in battle... Explore!

The Burning Legion wreaks havoc everywhere, and they intend to destroy and inflict further damage. The hellbeasts howl, and the demons behind them gather, roaring madly at the sight of the rows of figures before them. Here, more innocents will be slaughtered, and more blood will splatter.

After a chilling shout, they marched forward.

Ravencrest's voice came from somewhere, "Archers, prepare!"

More than a thousand bows were drawn and aimed at the sky. Arrows rained down on the enemy like screaming demons. Despite knowing that death might be imminent, the Burning Legion did not slow down.

Arrows kept falling.

They might be demons, but they still had flesh and blood. Almost all of the first volley of arrows struck the hellhounds; some were riddled with arrow shafts and couldn't even lie flat on the ground. The hellhounds fell one after another. One or two Doomguard also fell from the sky.

However, the Burning Legion's demons trampled on their own kind as if they didn't see them, ignoring their dead brethren. When they approached the Night Elf, they drooled and roared.

The archers aimed precisely and prepared. The arrows of death struck the demons once more, but this time they were less effective. Now, the Burning Legion raised their shields, forming a well-ordered formation.

"They were prepared," said the Undead beside the Orcs. "The first wave of demons was just to test the firepower of Blackrock Spire; the second wave is the beginning of the attack."

"Cunning fellow!" Broxigar gripped his axe, ready to rush to help, but Nathanos stopped him.

What are you doing?

"The Burning Legion didn't come from outside the fortress, nor from the sky. They appeared inside the fortress without any apparent reason. It seems there are spies infiltrated inside Blackrock Spire. We..."

Before Nathanos could finish speaking, as if the heavens had heard him, a green fireball fell from the sky, growing larger and larger!

Then, a deafening crash resounded, and green flames shot skyward from the arena of Blackrock Spire. Then, a towering figure rose to its feet. Everyone knew it was a demon, but only Nathanos and Broxigar knew it was called Hellfire, and it was the largest Hellfire they had ever seen!

"We must defeat him."

"Are you crazy? You can't possibly take down this giant. It's like a siege weapon; you can't destroy it with simple weapons!"

"I'm not going to just sit here and do nothing!"

The courtyard below Blackrock Spire split open, blasting rocks and sending dust flying everywhere. It was as if a barrage of heavy artillery was raining down on the demons. Many Night Elf were blasted into the air, and many more were buried under the boulders. The defending army was halted, and they were thrown into disarray. The scene grew increasingly chaotic.

In the chaos, an Eredar emerged from the ashes of the courtyard, surrounded by many demon guards; he appeared to be a demon leader.

"There will definitely be more demons inside the city. We must defend that bridge," Nathanos pointed, Broxigar looked over immediately. The Orcs instantly recognized the strategic value of the bridge. It was the vital link between the arena and the courtyard, and it was easy to defend and difficult to attack. This was Broxigar's ideal battlefield; demons would swarm in, and he could then enjoy the battle to come!

"With you by my side, my bow and arrows can deal with those bats flying in the sky."

"Very well, I'll deal with those demons who can't fly!"

The Burning Legion's attack seemed to arrive as expected. The first to rush onto the bridge was Felguard wielding two blades, but Broxigar was sent rolling back into the Twisted Void with a single axe blow.

Nathanos, however, focused intently on the demons in the sky. The combined efforts of the Orcs and the Undead caused the demons considerable trouble. Unlike Broxigar, Nathanos wasn't as enthusiastic about battle, nor did he laugh heartily after defeating an enemy like the Orcs.

"Come on, demons, I haven't killed enough yet!"

To others, provoking a demon was far from wise, but Broxigar seemed to be enjoying it. Nathanos knew that while he appeared to be courting death, he was actually seeking it.

"Shut up, you reptile!" This time, the attacker was an Abyssal Lord who blocked the other end of the passage as soon as he stepped onto the bridge.