L'Ombra della Vendetta (The Shadow of Vengeance)

L'Ombra della Vendetta is a fanfiction about World of Warcraft.
Don't feel discouraged from its length, the story seems huge but is actually pretty short. I hope you'll give it a try.

This is a work of fantasy. The entire world where it takes place is owned by Blizzard Entertainment.
This story and its main characters are products of the author’s twisted imagination.

Its content may be not suitable for sensitive people, because it contains acts of violence even towards defenseless people.


6. Chapter 6

"I was hoping you could teleport us a bit closer" grumbled the paladin.

"Ratchet didn't sign the treatise on the Ley Lines' fair use. I think it would be rude to teleport over there breaking dozens of international rules on magic's use" replied the mage, mocking him.

"Oh yeah, I thought Kirin Tor's mages were notoriously famous for treaty violations and lack of diplomacy" joked the friend.

"You jest, but performing a portal to a location where the local magic doesn't periodically heal the Ley Lines' status could have devasting effect to that place and to the spell's users."

"Like what?"

"As you may know, a massive traffic through Azeroth's Ley Lines wears down the infrastructure which must be periodically replaced. That's the reason the Kirin Tor requires a tax in runes, which allow to cover this work. And this is why it's not allowed to cast a portal to whatever place you wish, unless you have the Special Issue License D-6, otherwise you'll risk to not be able to preserve the integrity..."

"Okay, okay, I got it. Maybe."

"And we're already seeing Ratchet on the horizon."

Oh the horizon was an euphemism, the goblin port seemed just a speck leaning on the sea. The two adventuriers were flying on a hippogryph's back over the coast of Dustwallow Marsh, which led toward the Southern Barrens. A ground ride would be smoother, but with the conflicts in progress in the Barrens, it was definitely not possible: the Horde was blocking anything who tried to pass Northwatch Keep, and even while they were flying over that area, a battle was exploding beneath their heads.

"Ten thousand years" remarked the mage, bitter "And nothing changed, people were fighting then as they're fighting now."

"War is still war" answered the paladin.

"As people are still people" added Lithos.

"Orcs aren't like the other races" objected the paladin "You know, I consider them like demons."

"And you know, I still think you are exaggerating."

"They invaded this world, after destroying their own. It's the same way parasite lives."

"Their world's destruction happened for the decisions of few powerful people."

"But they all drank Mannoroth's blood, without distinctions. They *decided* to be like demons. They killed, tortured, raped. Women, elders, childrens, indistinctly. I don't feel i could ever forgive them, after all they did to my people. To your people."

The mage stayed silent. He knew he shared his friends ideas, but he was also convinced that one's own free will could change everything. Not every orc was a demon-like beast, maybe just most of them, maybe their traditions, but he was deeply convinced that even in their ranks there were people with honest and noble ideals. At least, he hoped so.

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