Chapter 3
"Karna'khesh?" hissed the cloaked figure.
"Yes, they leave tomorrow," he said, "They hope to catch your forces off guard."
The cloaked figure was silent for a moment, then hissed "Lord Zamorack is pleased with you. Continue, and if any thing new comes up, alert me immediately."
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The fortress of Karna'khesh loomed on the horizon, its towers and spires jutting out of the surrounding landscape like jagged fingers. Gul'dan walked at the head of the army deep in conference with the King. "We must strike quickly, before Zamorack's forces can all reach the fortress of Gornakhan. If all his forces are there then our army will be annilihated," the King pointed out.
"I still feel our forces are too small, we must wait for the convoy from the elves before-" Gul'dan's comment was cut short by a sudden snarling coming from the top of a nearby ridge. They looked up at the ridge, at standing there were well over a dozen hellhounds.
"What the-" the king started, "Men, to arms!" The hellhounds bounded down the slope and fell on the right flank of the army. The men, caught completely unaware, were torn apart by the ferocity of the attack. Gul'dan drew his sword and bounded off towards the hellhounds, knowing that if they didn't attack now they were toast. The King grabbed his mighty hammer, Hornfel, and charged behind Gul'dan. The men, inspired by their king's courage, formed up and advanced on the hellhounds.
Gul'dan reached the hellhounds but before he could attack his body was suddenly frozen. Try as he might, he couldn't move, and looking up the ridge he saw the reason. Three Zamorackian magi stood on the ridge, wreaking havoc with their spells. The King was held by the same mysterious force that held Gul'dan, and was bellowing for his magi. One of the hell hounds turned on Gul'dan and pounced. Still held by the foul magic, Gul'dan could do nothing but wait for what would surely be his death.
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