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Hey guys. I'm new. Well, this is a fanfic based on warcraft 3. Hope ya like it...
My name is Jaxle. I am a Demon Hunter. I am one of the proud Night Elves that can say that. We are the fiercest warriors that the Night Elves have in their arsenal. But, yet, they do not let me fight. They hide me in the back, and call me a General. They say they don’t want me to fight because I am too valuable. But how can I be too valuable, if I do nothing while many brave Druids of the Claw die in the melee battles before me, with their backup Archers also being killed? How can I, who stands in the back, watching, be more valuable than those brave Elves that die before me eyes?
I could not understand it then, when I saw her and met with her, and I can not understand it now, when I am in love with her. We were fighting- no, they were fighting off the horde of the Orcs. The Orcs charged fearlessly into our strong ranks of Druids of the Claw, Huntresses, and Archers. The spell casters were backing them up, while I watched from a hill that looked down at the battle.
This was the day that I threw aside the political bull- the day I fought for my race. My father, an old Keeper of the Grove, was standing beside me. He was explaining the way the Orcs would attack, with their brute strength. They would charge in with a horde of expendable Grunts, with Troll Headhunters providing cover. Then the Raiders would charge in, weakening the front lines even more. They would try to take down the Hippogryph Riders and the one Chimaera we had. And then, on the last wave, comes the Tauren. These beasts were Fearless fighters, smashing the enemy with their stumps. And they would be led by the mightiest of them all, the Tauren Chieftain. This beast towered over even the tallest of units, standing a full twenty feet off the ground. It would lead the mighty Tauren into our ranks, cutting down lines of the Night Elves. They would slaughter anyone, getting to the Archers and cutting them down, and then to the Heroes, me and my father, where they would bash our heads in, and the other Elves would run, only to be slaughtered by awaiting Grunts. Then the hated Orcs would cut down our Ancients, and slaughter out defenseless Wisps. That was the only way it could happen, my father had said, because we were hopelessly outnumbered. Then I asked him about the Humans that hated the Orcs just as much as we did. But he said that that was a political matter- my father had had a dispute with their Paladin king, and they hadn’t been talking since. But I changed everything.
As the first Orcs charged it, I realized that my father was wrong in his expectation of how the waves would come. Raiders ran beside Grunts beside Raider as they clashed with the Night Elf ranks. And, probably the worst surprise of all was the addition of a Far Seer. Shadow Wolves tore the flesh of the elves, with a Far Seer in the back commanding them. He had been with another clan of Orcs, but when that clan lost most of its empire due to a Human strike on many of their outposts and goldmines, the Far Seer decided to come with this clan. And thus was our peril. We had underestimated our Orc foes, thinking they would not bring out any spell casting units. And now they had the most powerful of them all. Yet still my father would not let me charge. Line after line of Night Elves were cut down in the first charge. But still my father would not let me charge. I could feel my body’s yearning to kill the filthy Orcs.
And then, for the first time in my life, I disobeyed my father. I charged down the hill, screaming to my God. The archers parted before me, wondering and cheering. Finally their great fighting prince was going into battle, when they needed him most.
A shadow wolf charged at me, jumping at me from my side. Five arrows were sticking out of his glowing hide, and still he charged. He jumped at my face, and I turned to it, and rolled under the attack. When I had my feet set, it charged again. But this time I was ready. I ducked under its high attack, pointed my blades upward, and dug them into its tough hide. It screamed a demonic screech, and faded away.
I kept running, still looking down at the battle. I saw our main attackers, the Huntresses, fighting brutally with the Orcish Grunts. I quickly jumped over fallen comrades, and reached the Huntresses. I caught a Grunt off its guard, and drove my blade into its side. It gagged, and fell, and I moved on the others. Two Grunts, seeing that I had come to the field and already killed one of their kin, stepped in front of me. They raised their crude axes as if to strike, but they never got the chance. I impaled one in the stomach with my left blade, and slit the other’s throat with a quick swing. They both fell, giving me an open view of the field.
The Orcs were pushing us back fiercely, tearing through our front lines. Almost all our Druids of the Claw were dead, and the last ones were being swarmed by Raiders and Grunts. I looked on the field with sadness. It didn’t look good. Then I was reminded of why I had run down here.
I yelled another war-cry, and again charged down the field. A Raider ran at me, swinging his sword low, and I jumped up on his wolf, grabbing him from behind. I dug my blade deep into his neck, and threw him off. I then calmed the wolf, and turned him around. I rode down the field this way, cutting the time in half. When I got there, I jumped off, letting the wolf go free. Instead of turning on me, he attacked at the closest Grunt. I smiled, but I had little time to see the outcome. I turned to a group of Huntresses.
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My name is Jaxle. I am a Demon Hunter. I am one of the proud Night Elves that can say that. We are the fiercest warriors that the Night Elves have in their arsenal. But, yet, they do not let me fight. They hide me in the back, and call me a General. They say they don’t want me to fight because I am too valuable. But how can I be too valuable, if I do nothing while many brave Druids of the Claw die in the melee battles before me, with their backup Archers also being killed? How can I, who stands in the back, watching, be more valuable than those brave Elves that die before me eyes?
I could not understand it then, when I saw her and met with her, and I can not understand it now, when I am in love with her. We were fighting- no, they were fighting off the horde of the Orcs. The Orcs charged fearlessly into our strong ranks of Druids of the Claw, Huntresses, and Archers. The spell casters were backing them up, while I watched from a hill that looked down at the battle.
This was the day that I threw aside the political bull- the day I fought for my race. My father, an old Keeper of the Grove, was standing beside me. He was explaining the way the Orcs would attack, with their brute strength. They would charge in with a horde of expendable Grunts, with Troll Headhunters providing cover. Then the Raiders would charge in, weakening the front lines even more. They would try to take down the Hippogryph Riders and the one Chimaera we had. And then, on the last wave, comes the Tauren. These beasts were Fearless fighters, smashing the enemy with their stumps. And they would be led by the mightiest of them all, the Tauren Chieftain. This beast towered over even the tallest of units, standing a full twenty feet off the ground. It would lead the mighty Tauren into our ranks, cutting down lines of the Night Elves. They would slaughter anyone, getting to the Archers and cutting them down, and then to the Heroes, me and my father, where they would bash our heads in, and the other Elves would run, only to be slaughtered by awaiting Grunts. Then the hated Orcs would cut down our Ancients, and slaughter out defenseless Wisps. That was the only way it could happen, my father had said, because we were hopelessly outnumbered. Then I asked him about the Humans that hated the Orcs just as much as we did. But he said that that was a political matter- my father had had a dispute with their Paladin king, and they hadn’t been talking since. But I changed everything.
As the first Orcs charged it, I realized that my father was wrong in his expectation of how the waves would come. Raiders ran beside Grunts beside Raider as they clashed with the Night Elf ranks. And, probably the worst surprise of all was the addition of a Far Seer. Shadow Wolves tore the flesh of the elves, with a Far Seer in the back commanding them. He had been with another clan of Orcs, but when that clan lost most of its empire due to a Human strike on many of their outposts and goldmines, the Far Seer decided to come with this clan. And thus was our peril. We had underestimated our Orc foes, thinking they would not bring out any spell casting units. And now they had the most powerful of them all. Yet still my father would not let me charge. Line after line of Night Elves were cut down in the first charge. But still my father would not let me charge. I could feel my body’s yearning to kill the filthy Orcs.
And then, for the first time in my life, I disobeyed my father. I charged down the hill, screaming to my God. The archers parted before me, wondering and cheering. Finally their great fighting prince was going into battle, when they needed him most.
A shadow wolf charged at me, jumping at me from my side. Five arrows were sticking out of his glowing hide, and still he charged. He jumped at my face, and I turned to it, and rolled under the attack. When I had my feet set, it charged again. But this time I was ready. I ducked under its high attack, pointed my blades upward, and dug them into its tough hide. It screamed a demonic screech, and faded away.
I kept running, still looking down at the battle. I saw our main attackers, the Huntresses, fighting brutally with the Orcish Grunts. I quickly jumped over fallen comrades, and reached the Huntresses. I caught a Grunt off its guard, and drove my blade into its side. It gagged, and fell, and I moved on the others. Two Grunts, seeing that I had come to the field and already killed one of their kin, stepped in front of me. They raised their crude axes as if to strike, but they never got the chance. I impaled one in the stomach with my left blade, and slit the other’s throat with a quick swing. They both fell, giving me an open view of the field.
The Orcs were pushing us back fiercely, tearing through our front lines. Almost all our Druids of the Claw were dead, and the last ones were being swarmed by Raiders and Grunts. I looked on the field with sadness. It didn’t look good. Then I was reminded of why I had run down here.
I yelled another war-cry, and again charged down the field. A Raider ran at me, swinging his sword low, and I jumped up on his wolf, grabbing him from behind. I dug my blade deep into his neck, and threw him off. I then calmed the wolf, and turned him around. I rode down the field this way, cutting the time in half. When I got there, I jumped off, letting the wolf go free. Instead of turning on me, he attacked at the closest Grunt. I smiled, but I had little time to see the outcome. I turned to a group of Huntresses.
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