This is the long lost land of the humans, taken by the destructive Scourge, the land where Kel’Thuzad’s might can not be matched, the land where the knights of the Argent Crusade and the Scarled Crusade’s minions were restlessly smiting the Scourge.
This is Eastern Plaguelands, the land Alliance’s war cries and the Horde’s wardrums still echo…
This is Eastern Plaguelands… no man’s land!
Somewhere near Stratholme, in the Plaguewood, a few rotten, shattered corpses were scattered, the proof of a savage battle… corpses of the Scourge… Someone was desperately trying to run away, someone who awakened the wrath of those sworn to the Undead. “The Abomination”, “The Banshee” and “Scourge Champions” were restlessly searching through the woods…
The air is suddenly disturbed by a sharp knife piercing through a rotten scourge’s neck… The shadow‘s steps were closer to “Salvation”…
Growling, an Abomination clears his path through the plague infested land, sniffing his prey. He sensed the living near him… and… He strikes!
Fleeing the Plaguewoods, the Shadow thought she was safe and followed the path to the Light’s Hope Chapel, but near the Northwatch Tower she was ambushed once again by on of Baron Rivendare's lieutenants, a death knight from Kel'Thuzad’s army. Taken by surprise by his Death Grip, the Shadow fell on her knees.
On echoed voice thunders:
“I will shatter you, just like I shattered your armor in Stratholme. Hmm, your dead body.. ah! My master will be pleased to have another soldier in his army. No one steals from the dead! Ahhh!!”
The death knight’s claymore becomes a guillotine above the Shadow’s neck. The thief ( a beautiful night elf) was protecting the bag with her loot from Stratholme – the BONESCRAPPER, Rivendare’s dagger, and artifact of tremendous power. The Champion strikes, but his weapon shatters in thousands of pieces in contact with the shield… The shield of an unknown priest. In the same time, vines emerge from the ground, entangling the attacker. The second unexpected savior was a druid. A first gunshot passes by the target’s head, the second crushed his chest and the third knocked him to the ground. The death knight was no longer a threat.
The humbled night elf was staring at her three saviors in awe: a priest, a druid and a hunter. To her amazement, they were warriors of the Horde?!
On an Eastern Plaguelands path: The Scourge lost one battle!
On an Eastern Plaguelands path: The Alliance and the Horde were no longer at war!
The night elf thanked her saviors with a bow and gracefully vanished into the shadows.
The heroes of the day decided to go together to the Horde’s territory, the Undercity. The hunter, a brave orc, seemed to be the most anxious to get there. The undead gun’s market was famous and he was preparing to join the Nessingwary Expedition. The undead priest, was recruiting for his Queen in these lands. The druid was wearing the banner of the Mulgore Taurens and his dream was to become an ambassador of the Horde by writing the history of the factions and their territories. In the same day he obtained his first victory. In front of the Bulwark path, the three travelers were surrounded by 30 riders led by a knight of the Argent Crusade. He was Darion Mograine, greeting them:
“Champions of the Horde, do not be afraid! Those men are under the Argent Crusade’s banner. We are all friends here! We are in need of some brave warriors… Come! Together we shall crush the Scourge! Come!”
The three joined the knight. Hearing the tales of the tauren on the road to the battlefield, a man hesitantly approaches him, puts his hand on the druid’s shoulder and respectfully says:
“I’ll make sure you’ll live through this day! Remember us! Let future generations know about our deeds!”
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