Chapter 4
"What do you mean the losses were minimal? I sent a dozen of my best hell hounds because you told me they were weak! You have a lot of explaining to do," hissed the cloaked figure.
"They would have been destroyed if not for that darn dwarf border guard. We had them trapped, and they were losing. The dwarves defeating the magi and then the hellhounds were overwhelmed. I tell you, there was nothing I could do to change the course of the battle," said the man. The cloaked figure stood silent for a moment, the only sign of life was the wicked malice in its glowing red eyes.
"My Lord is displeased," he answered in a low hiss. "However, he does understand why you failed, and is prepared to give you another chance." The cloaked figure's eyes glowed a brighter red and the man's eyes suddenly flashed with understanding. He nodded once, and the cloaked figure disappeared in a spiral of smoke, the last thing to fade were his eyes, glowing red in the ever growing darkness.
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"The dwarf king is willing to aid us in the upcoming battle?" the King of Varrock asked somewhat sceptically.
"Yes, he is, and his army is already on the march towards Karna'khesh," answered the dwarf. The dwarf was the leader of a dwarven border guard patrol, and had heard the howling of the hell hounds and come to investigate. Upon seeing the army of Varrock under attack he and his men had made the unamanious decision to attack.
"I am relieved. From what I saw today the army of Zamorack is much more powerful than I had expected. We will need all the help we can get. I'm glad now that I listened to you, Gul'dan, and sent an envoy to the elves," the king stated tiredly. After the battle he had been running around taking stock of the wounded and killed, and was now somewhat exhausted.
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