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75th chapter
The battle of irontree woods

Of course Arthas was not accompanied with the entire scourge. Putting the entire undead host into one concentrated force would have taken months, even years of planning and building.
So what the druids faced here was the elite force, the greatest and strongest of his forces. Arachnids from the deepest pits of the spider kingdom. Fully armored massive skeletons and zombies, necromancers with decades of experience and power.
And his newest elites, creatures the same as sworddevil, Undying spirits held together by Arthas relentless will.Spiritknights.
And in the hundreds they marched down leading their own elite troops into the fray.
The valley was quickly filled to the brim and still the undead poured down, until at last there was but creature left to descend into Felwood.
Arthas. Even in against the rising sun ,against the fires of his army even through the storm he brought with him Manvalas saw as him as he walked down the valley, one easy step at a time.
On his shoulder he carried frostmourne, on his head his crown shone like thousand dazzling diamonds. And with every step the air went colder, bitter, stiller. It was as if his presence alone sucked what little life was left in the valley.
With every step he made on that demonic ground, the grass died, the flowers withered and he left a trail of unending death.
The armies were quiet as he walked down the slope. His own troops moved and made way for him to walk through and in front of his army.
His visage was stern and fixed on the host of nature as if it was some kind of a rat that had suddenly crawled up his bed.
He wielded his sword, looked up towards the storming sky. He looked to his left where Sworddevil stood. Fully donned in full plate armor, still wielding those large swords he was hard pressed to keep composure.
Arthas spoke: „Test their mettle.“
And with that he thrust frostmourne down into the earth, spreading a nova of ice in the ground.
Sworddevil nodded and gave roared at his fellow spiritknights. The rose as one rushing to the front line.
They ran off without order or discipline, not more than a hundred crazed undead fighters wielding massive weapons, their skin churning beneath their dark armor.
Sworddevil ran towards the host of nature, his weapons at the ready, leading his fellow spiritknights to the death.
The host was running around, only a few hundreds were in place, the rest trying hard to find their place or running away.
The druids stood atop the petrified ancients mumbling their prayers to nature, as the spiritknights ran down the final slope to the island.
Suddenly roots sprung up from the ground, grabbing hold of the undead warriors squeezing them, piercing at whatever flesh not covered in armor.
More than half of them was immobilized, but they tried hard to rip themselves lose and they would eventually.
But for now half of the charge had been halted for a moment, the rest still kept on, no roots getting to them.

Sworddevil rolled below a hit and made the first kill by slashing a roaring owlbear in two. Bathed in the blood of his prey he relished the joy, and set his new eyes upon the next target.
He laughed as druid summoned a bolt of green energy and took it upon himself in full.
The bolt did nothing, hardly set him off. “FOOL” he screamed at the druid, “none of your magics affect us, we are superior, I am superior to nature.”
The druid looked at him harshly as Sworddevil spun around to impale a charging bear.
He grabbed the change and prayed to elune who granted him his boon as he was bathed in moonlight.
Bright stars fell. Sworddevil was bathed in silvery light as stones fell from the sky.
He rolled over to avoid the first one, then saw that the stones were attracted to him.
He slashed a panther apart and blocked the second stone, smashing his sword.
He saw the rain of stones and roared in defiance. He wielded his sword and slashed the white hot stone apart. The next one went the same way, and the next one until he had slashed the entire starfall apart.
His sword was scorched and busted ,his armor broken and his left hand torn apart.
He took a deep breath and screamed at the petrified druid: “SEE, MY MAGNIFICENCE KNOWS NO BOUNDS.”
He ran with his sword at the ready towards the druid, manic laughter blending in with the cries of animals around him.

Manvalas was drained, that last trick had taken the fight out of him. He saw the spiritknights rip through his unprepared ranks, how the druids managed to down some but it looked like they were ultimately loosing this first wave.
He felt sick, but pushed himself out of his bed,landing on the floor.
He felt a pain shoot through his ribcage but he ignored it.
He crawled toward his trunk ,moaning in pain as his body wanted to do nothing more than just go to sleep for a few days.
In there he found a dirty bottle filled with a brown liquid.
He opened it and the smell alone made him gag, bravely though he put his lips to the edge, took a deep breath and started chugging the revolting liquid down.
It burned his mouth I burned his chest and it burned his stomach, but still he kept drinking until there was not a drop left.
He felt dizzy, his chest and stomach felt like they were being ripped apart f by a dragon and his mouth was filled again when the liquid came back up after the stomach had rejected it.
He almost puked the potion all over his tent but he fell to his knees and put a closing spell on his mouth , keeping it closed no matter what.
To Manvalas it felt like centuries but finally the feeling of pain receded and he felt it coming, like dammed river that finally breaks free, the magic came rushing through him. From his stomach the magic broke free and he was once again filled with energy tingling just below his skin.
He stood up, natural and demonic energy flowing together making a deadly mix.
Green lightings spun from him as he walked out of his tent.
Sworddevil was battling a few owllbears at a time , one of the few spiritknights left.
Manvalas punched a nearby tree and ripped out of it a staff, made of dark wood.
He ran towards Sworddevil and jumped up.
Sworddevil saw him and timed his defense perfectly, his sword slashing through the air on the course to slice Manvalas in two.
But suddenly the sword seemed to have stopped, it was as if the air itself had grabbed it. So Manvalas landed unhindered next to him and hit his hand which flew off as if it had been struck by a cannon.
Manvalas spun around giving Sworddevil another blow to his left hand and chest.
Armless, Sworddevils body flew through the air , landing on a bear he had just skewered.
Manvalas closed in on him and said: I don’t know why, but I get the feeling that Exen’tor sends his regards.
He plunged his staff into Sworddevils fat head killing the body entirely.
He ripped his staff out of the head, wiping blood and brains on the grass. He looked around as five bears were biting their way through the last of the undead and then looked at the black mass assembled before them.
“IS THAT ALL ARTHAS? ARE THOSE YOU BEST? ARE THOSE YOUR ELITES?”

At the other side of the valley. Arthas scratched his chin.
He then sent out the orders through the mental charge he had over his troops, “attack, kill everything , leave nothing alive.”
Even the necromancers, fixed on summoning more infernal were taken, their services required in the battle.
So without a sound, the scourge elite began moving, running charging at the forces of nature.

Manvalas bashed his staff into the ground, walked a few feet away and then spoke:
“BROTHERS.SISTERS.FORCES OF NATURE. HEAR ME OUT.
Today we make history,today we will defeat what no one else has defeated. So show your pride, show your valour and vigor and show your bravery. Arthas has come into this valley underestimating the very world he walks upon.
Lets make that his last mistakes, lets show him what nature is made of, let us explain exactly what kind of force he is dealing with. LETS SHOW HIM THE FORCE OF FUCKING NATURE.”
He turned away from his army and looked at the charging black mass.
“And by yseras eyes I promise you victory, do not bend, do not falter, this is where we make our stand. Come with me, nature, CHARGE!”

75th chapter
The battle of irontree woods

Of course Arthas was not accompanied with the entire scourge. Putting the entire undead host into one concentrated force would have taken months, even years of planning and building.
So what the druids faced here was the elite force, the greatest and strongest of his forces. Arachnids from the deepest pits of the spider kingdom. Fully armored massive skeletons and zombies, necromancers with decades of experience and power.
And his newest elites, creatures the same as sworddevil, Undying spirits held together by Arthas relentless will.Spiritknights.
And in the hundreds they marched down leading their own elite troops into the fray.
The valley was quickly filled to the brim and still the undead poured down, until at last there was but creature left to descend into Felwood.
Arthas. Even in against the rising sun ,against the fires of his army even through the storm he brought with him Manvalas saw as him as he walked down the valley, one easy step at a time.
On his shoulder he carried frostmourne, on his head his crown shone like thousand dazzling diamonds. And with every step the air went colder, bitter, stiller. It was as if his presence alone sucked what little life was left in the valley.
With every step he made on that demonic ground, the grass died, the flowers withered and he left a trail of unending death.
The armies were quiet as he walked down the slope. His own troops moved and made way for him to walk through and in front of his army.
His visage was stern and fixed on the host of nature as if it was some kind of a rat that had suddenly crawled up his bed.
He wielded his sword, looked up towards the storming sky. He looked to his left where Sworddevil stood. Fully donned in full plate armor, still wielding those large swords he was hard pressed to keep composure.
Arthas spoke: „Test their mettle.“
And with that he thrust frostmourne down into the earth, spreading a nova of ice in the ground.
Sworddevil nodded and gave roared at his fellow spiritknights. The rose as one rushing to the front line.
They ran off without order or discipline, not more than a hundred crazed undead fighters wielding massive weapons, their skin churning beneath their dark armor.
Sworddevil ran towards the host of nature, his weapons at the ready, leading his fellow spiritknights to the death.
The host was running around, only a few hundreds were in place, the rest trying hard to find their place or running away.
The druids stood atop the petrified ancients mumbling their prayers to nature, as the spiritknights ran down the final slope to the island.
Suddenly roots sprung up from the ground, grabbing hold of the undead warriors squeezing them, piercing at whatever flesh not covered in armor.
More than half of them was immobilized, but they tried hard to rip themselves lose and they would eventually.
But for now half of the charge had been halted for a moment, the rest still kept on, no roots getting to them.

Sworddevil rolled below a hit and made the first kill by slashing a roaring owlbear in two. Bathed in the blood of his prey he relished the joy, and set his new eyes upon the next target.
He laughed as druid summoned a bolt of green energy and took it upon himself in full.
The bolt did nothing, hardly set him off. “FOOL” he screamed at the druid, “none of your magics affect us, we are superior, I am superior to nature.”
The druid looked at him harshly as Sworddevil spun around to impale a charging bear.
He grabbed the change and prayed to elune who granted him his boon as he was bathed in moonlight.
Bright stars fell. Sworddevil was bathed in silvery light as stones fell from the sky.
He rolled over to avoid the first one, then saw that the stones were attracted to him.
He slashed a panther apart and blocked the second stone, smashing his sword.
He saw the rain of stones and roared in defiance. He wielded his sword and slashed the white hot stone apart. The next one went the same way, and the next one until he had slashed the entire starfall apart.
His sword was scorched and busted ,his armor broken and his left hand torn apart.
He took a deep breath and screamed at the petrified druid: “SEE, MY MAGNIFICENCE KNOWS NO BOUNDS.”
He ran with his sword at the ready towards the druid, manic laughter blending in with the cries of animals around him.

Manvalas was drained, that last trick had taken the fight out of him. He saw the spiritknights rip through his unprepared ranks, how the druids managed to down some but it looked like they were ultimately loosing this first wave.
He felt sick, but pushed himself out of his bed,landing on the floor.
He felt a pain shoot through his ribcage but he ignored it.
He crawled toward his trunk ,moaning in pain as his body wanted to do nothing more than just go to sleep for a few days.
In there he found a dirty bottle filled with a brown liquid.
He opened it and the smell alone made him gag, bravely though he put his lips to the edge, took a deep breath and started chugging the revolting liquid down.
It burned his mouth I burned his chest and it burned his stomach, but still he kept drinking until there was not a drop left.
He felt dizzy, his chest and stomach felt like they were being ripped apart f by a dragon and his mouth was filled again when the liquid came back up after the stomach had rejected it.
He almost puked the potion all over his tent but he fell to his knees and put a closing spell on his mouth , keeping it closed no matter what.
To Manvalas it felt like centuries but finally the feeling of pain receded and he felt it coming, like dammed river that finally breaks free, the magic came rushing through him. From his stomach the magic broke free and he was once again filled with energy tingling just below his skin.
He stood up, natural and demonic energy flowing together making a deadly mix.
Green lightings spun from him as he walked out of his tent.
Sworddevil was battling a few owllbears at a time , one of the few spiritknights left.
Manvalas punched a nearby tree and ripped out of it a staff, made of dark wood.
He ran towards Sworddevil and jumped up.
Sworddevil saw him and timed his defense perfectly, his sword slashing through the air on the course to slice Manvalas in two.
But suddenly the sword seemed to have stopped, it was as if the air itself had grabbed it. So Manvalas landed unhindered next to him and hit his hand which flew off as if it had been struck by a cannon.
Manvalas spun around giving Sworddevil another blow to his left hand and chest.
Armless, Sworddevils body flew through the air , landing on a bear he had just skewered.
Manvalas closed in on him and said: I don’t know why, but I get the feeling that Exen’tor sends his regards.
He plunged his staff into Sworddevils fat head killing the body entirely.
He ripped his staff out of the head, wiping blood and brains on the grass. He looked around as five bears were biting their way through the last of the undead and then looked at the black mass assembled before them.
“IS THAT ALL ARTHAS? ARE THOSE YOU BEST? ARE THOSE YOUR ELITES?”

At the other side of the valley. Arthas scratched his chin.
He then sent out the orders through the mental charge he had over his troops, “attack, kill everything , leave nothing alive.”
Even the necromancers, fixed on summoning more infernal were taken, their services required in the battle.
So without a sound, the scourge elite began moving, running charging at the forces of nature.

Manvalas bashed his staff into the ground, walked a few feet away and then spoke:
“BROTHERS.SISTERS.FORCES OF NATURE. HEAR ME OUT.
Today we make history,today we will defeat what no one else has defeated. So show your pride, show your valour and vigor and show your bravery. Arthas has come into this valley underestimating the very world he walks upon.
Lets make that his last mistakes, lets show him what nature is made of, let us explain exactly what kind of force he is dealing with. LETS SHOW HIM THE FORCE OF FUCKING NATURE.”
He turned away from his army and looked at the charging black mass.
“And by yseras eyes I promise you victory, do not bend, do not falter, this is where we make our stand. Come with me, nature, CHARGE!”