Hart Redfletcher’s half-mad laughter boomed above the clash of battle and the gurgles of dying monsters and humans. The blade-crafted from a hive-queen’s pincer-sliced through mud coating his foes. Her form was ringed by a golden globe of force, while spells poured from her outstretched hands like an endless river.įireballs shot down the hilltop like a meteor shower, exploding into roaring columns of flame that boiled the marsh below the hill.īetween two of the megalithic stones, The Champion of Uldar chopped through monsters with his massive sword. She chanted spells in a voice that crackled like fire her golden, reptilian eyes seemed to glow above the veil covering her face. The Sage of Uldar floated high above a circle of standing stones that rose from a misty hilltop.
“This isn’t working!” Drestra’s cry swept through the night.
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