And Mak'gora

Led By Varok, Kaligg, Thrall, and Anduin Led Their Respective Armies Backed By The Trolls, Tauren, Blood Elves, and Many Ogre Clans. Varok and Thrall Were Uneasy About Fighting Against Fellow Horde Members, But Kaligg Had A Different, Potentially Better Idea. "Lord Saurfang, A Mak'gora Is A Sacred Tradition, Sylvannas Could Hardly Dare Refuse, and it Would Limit Casualties To Just One." Says Kaligg. "You Can't Be Serious?! Sylvannas is A Former Ranger-General, and She Is The Forsaken Leader, She Will Kill Varok and Lead Him Into Undeath." Says Thrall. "He's Right Thrall, It's The Lest Bloody Solution." Says Varok, Before Stepping Forward. "Sylvannas Windrunner..........I Challenge.........Mak'gora!" Declares Varok and The Gates Of Orgrimmar Open To Reveal A Subject and Sylvannas. Sylvannas Approached Before Speaking.

"A Traitor Leading Traitors. Why Should I Accept Your Challenge?" Says Sylvannas. "You Want To Make Me Suffer." Replies Varok. Sylvannas Signals Her Attendant To Give Her Her Knives. Varok Takes Up Gorehowl From Kallig and Shalamayne From Anduin. Saurfang Began His Battle, But Sylvannas Former Night Elf Physiology Granted Her Greater Speed Over The Aged Saurfang, and Brought Him Swiftly To Her Knees. When She Prepared To Execute Him, Saurfang Proclaimed She Couldn't Kill Hope, Listing Her Numerous Failures To Do So, and Beat Her Back. In The Process, He Did Something Unexpected, He Split Shalamayne Back Into Shalla'tor and Ellemayne. He Proclaimed An Azerothian Battle Cry After Sylvannas Said The Horde Was Nothing, But Mid-Cry Sylvannas Despoiled The Honored Tradition Of Mak'gora With A Blast Of Dark Magic.

"If You Could See Yourselves, As I See You. Toy Soldiers In Tin Plate, Beasts Who Howl For Honor, Standing As One, Savor It, Nothing Lasts." Says Sylvannas Before Becoming A Banshee and Fleeing. Varok Lay Dead and Broken, and Kaligg Feels A Drive Deep In His Heart To Avenge His Fallen Teacher. "A Troll Quickly Approaches Saurfang's Corpse and Begs A Question Of Thrall. "What Do We Do Now?" Asks The Troll. "We Take Him Home." Says Thrall, As He, The Troll, Anduin and Kaligg Pick Saurfang's Body Up and Over Their Shoulders, and Approach Orgrimmar's Gates, Thrall Casts Glance At Sylvannas Attendant, Who Taps Her Banner's Spike Against The Ground, The Doors Open. Soon More Banners Are Tapping As A Salute To Varok's Life. The Group Carry Their Fallen Leader Into The City and Take Him Home..........................................