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Azeroth had no shortage of epics and legendary tales.
Stories and epics of wise men and women who led nations from the brink of ruin to prosperity.
Knights that embodied honour and bravery.
Mages who mastered the mysterious arcane arts of the Aether.
Warriors of such strength they turned the tide of battle with their might and presence.
For the vast majority of people they can only imagine the greatness of such Heroes for they may never witness such grand sights in their life.
Even the Heroes currently alive had status and power that unless a war broke out and they were lucky enough to be on a specific battlefield without dying then only then may they witness the spectacular feats beyond mortal capacity.
From the likes of such people like Anduin Lothar the Knight Champion of Stormwind, Antonidas Head of the Council of Six, King Thoras Trollbane Warrior king of Gilneas, Uther The Lightbringer.
But what the soldiers and Royal Guard were now witnessing could only be attributed in the same length as those very legends!
"....By.....the light...." A soldier stopped firing as he muttered in a shocked daze and many couldn't blame him since a lot of his compatriots were in differing states similar to him which also included the Royal Guard and Alleria.
Down on the battlefield Axe in one hand and sword in the other Alastor went through different lines of attacking Beastkin with preternatural speed, strength and skill.
The Beastkin themselves driven by the ensuing blood and gore not to mention the spell of the Bray-Shamans which caused them to go feral and berserk attacked Alastor without abandon.
Yet most of their attacks didn't even hit before they were struck down by the Young Primarch with impunity before he went to the next!
Gors, Centigors, Minotaurs, Bestigors, Warhounds even Wargors attacked him with blood frenzy and savagery.
Yet for all their brutality and ruthlessness Alastor payed whoever dared to even enter his vicinity with a cold swing of his weapons not at all flinching with the amount of blood he was spilling.
He shoulder bashed a charging Centigor staggering it before with a kick shattered it's front legs before splitting it's skull down the middle with his axe.
In the same moment he brutally backhanded a Wargor who tried to attack him from behind and tore one of it's proud horns off before jamming it in it's head.
Behind the Beastkin Lines the Bray shamans tried multiple times to curse Alastor with their spells from the Dark Gods yet no matter what they tried to inflict nothing worked!
It was almost like their spells were akin to flimsy water balloons which Alastor didn't even deign to acknowledge!
Only a few minutes might had passed since Alastor jumped down to divert most of the Warherd's attention on himself to relieve his men from pressure and already Alastor had slayed over a thousand Beasts alone! as he was surrounded by a great broken corpses and blood.
For the watching humans on the walls it was like watching an incarnation of a War God descend to punish the vile beasts even the Royal Guard who had known Alastor while he grew up in Stormwind city's palace only now realized just how powerful their prodigious prince was.
For Alleria she had seen many great feats in her time, many of her own kind had turned many disciplines into actual art forms with their racial talents and long lives but even she could admit that vast majority of the people she knew could not accomplish what he was doing.
If anything she couldn't help but watch fascinated at how he moved across the battlefield almost like a dance of death, whichever area he left behind was littered with dead foes.
Almost like a living storm just like the namesake of his kingdom.
Alyn was the first to get out his stupor. "WHAT ARE YOU FOOLS DOINGS!?" He yelled as he pointed his power sword at the battlefield.
"Our prince has given us a golden chance to pick these beasts off while they focus on him, Take aim and kill all stragglers, Pick off the lines, Heavy weapons target group formations and mortars keep up bombardment!"
The yell did it's job as the soldiers whose morale was now at a all time high seeing the legendary display and knowing such a Hero was leading them opened fire again with almost zealous focus.
"For Stormwind!"
"Kill the Vile Beasts!"
"For the Prince!"
Alleria meanwhile comes to a decision and also jumps down from the wall and uses her high agility and magic to kill her way through to Alastor.
"You are without a doubt the most insane but brilliant human I might have had the pleasure to meet!" Alleria jumps beside him as she lodged 3 plasma bolts into 3 different Bestigors while throwing a knife in the eye of Wargor.
"Thanks for the compliment" Alastor replied even as he punched pouncing warhound breaking it's jaw. "But why are you down here? It's safer to shoot above the wall?"
"I'm a Ranger Captain, danger might as well be a companion to me besides I wasn't gonna stay back like a coward when I can offer help to a friend"
"Huh? didn't realize we already became friends?" Alastor mused blasted a strong telekinetic blast towards a large group of Gors charging at the wall killing most of them as the rest were picked off by concentrated fire.
"War tends to foster friendships, why? you don't consider me worth befriending?" Alleria asked as she stood back to back with Alastor.
"By all means no my lady if anything it's my honour if you consider this lowly human a friend" Alastor quipped back as Alleria rolled her eyes at how he could even joke about calling himself 'lowly' despite the display he just did.
"Then this delicate elf gladly accepts your offer" Alleria quipped back as Alastor almost snorted at her being 'Delicate'.
"If you're here mind doing me a favour? see those Shamans at the back?"
Alstor gestured at the agitated Bray Shamans "There spells aren't mostly doing anything to me that I can't handle but I would rather they not divert their attention to the wall or my men especially since I have no mages in my ranks"
"Got it leave it to me, they'll all be dead before they get in range of the walls" Alleria then in a blur disappeared amongst the Beastkin as Alastor went back to actively killing.
But then there was a furious beastly roar as the attacking Beastkin stopped and looked back at their Beastlord.
The large red Doombull gave a series of shouts in the Beast tongue and the Beastkin retreated out of the way.
Alastor narrowed his eyes as he watched the mountain of muscle and sinew with a almost maddened red gaze make it's way towards him clad in pieces of bronze and red armour.
While hefting a very large crimson Axe glowing with baleful markings and red glowing runes.
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