There in the midist of a fight , madly slashing everywhere with his claws was a shapshifted druid , he was fighting like a mad animal , all the blood his claws awaited for was delivered to them. He sought revenge for his wife , he didn't care if he died , he would've joined her forever , he wanted revenge on the one called El Commandante , his real name was Grol' thuk. His eyes blazed like little coals turning bigger and bigger to a Magma river consuming everything on it's way.

Magiczek who was 10 meters away healing the wounds of his fellow friends in the Blacksmith at the center of Arathi Basin heard a cry of pain and anguish , yes you guessed right it was Alathor , he was dead at the hands of a vicious Orc and a Tauren Shaman supported him after the wounds he's taken. Magiczek's eyes blazed with a green fire , he was becoming more and more accustomed to the Arcane Energies of his own spells.

Livers of both the Tauren and the Orc were found at the end of the battle at the Fishing shop in Booty Bay. You accidentaly stepped on a high 196cm male with shining pale green eyes. Pathetic Blood Elf. You said and the Man stopped and lauged out loud Me an Blood Elf?! I'm Pure Human , my Dwarvish friend! You jumped at him and started beating all the flesh out of him. Hey now you can stop!

TBC (To be continued of course :) )