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Looking around, it appeared as though I was on some kind of shrine. At the base of this structure, Horde and Alliance soldiers from all around Azeroth were fighting some enormous beasts. Maybe I was in over my head. I turned to leave when I was stopped by a highly decorated alliance general.
“We’re glad to have a hero such as yourself to assist the resistance. Take a Gryphon to Honor Hold. Marshall Isildor will have further instruction.” I was a bit confused. Perhaps he was mistaken. Nevertheless, I boarded a Gryphon and was on my way.
Honor Hold was much smaller than I suspected. New structures were being build as old structures burned on the ground. This was a place under constant attack. When I got off my Gryphon, all the soldiers around me immediately stood at attention. Was this for me? As I turned to question my audience another official. This had to be Isildor.
“They’re at it again! We must take down the Ramparts before the Hellfire Orcs take over Hellfire Peninsula!” He briskly walked to a large stronghold at the northern part of the settlement. I nervously followed suit and asked the Marshal if there was anything I could do to help. Turning around quickly, he said “Oh, another hero from Azeroth. I though you’ve all but left us here to fight the Lich King! Want to help? Start by taking out as many of those Orcs as you can. Report to Danath Trollbane once you have collected sufficient proof of your actions.” Who is the Lich King? Is that what that drunken gnome was talking about? I put my thoughts behind me and headed out.
They’re at it again! We must take down the Ramparts before the Hellfire Orcs take over Hellfire Peninsula
I didn’t need to travel far to find my target. Wandering around alarmingly close to Honor Hold, I was confronted by a group of fire-red orcs. It was as if I was back in the Burning Stepps, only now it was the skin of my enemies and the ground we fought on that were burning red. I collected items from my fallen enemies and looked around at my surroundings.
A black, sprawling structure loomed in the distance; a black scar among a vast, red desert. This was clearly home of The Ramparts, and this would be my final destination, but to be deemed worthy, first I had many more Orcs to slay.
