Tyrande and Illidan stood before the mighty pit lord, as the Well of Eternity churned. Illidan looked up at the sky impatiently, looking round, waiting.

"Where are those fools? They should have been here by now!" he growled.

"Look, Illidan! There!" Tyrande exclaimed, pointing through the trees. A shadowy figure walked towards them, a pistol in each hand. He cocked the triggers as if about to fire-

There was a roar as Mannoroth began to accelerate the casting of his dark magic. The undead form of Lord Godfrey took a step backwards, as if to retreat. Illidan stared him with with a piercing gaze, while Tyrande took a step towards him.

"Whoever you are, you must help us or this world is doomed," she warned him, preparing her bow."

"This is just a bad dream. I'll wake up any moment now..." Godfrey sneered. From the distance, a gnomette was watching with great amusement.

Illidan marched over to Godfrey and shoved him. Caught off guard from the night elf, he tripped and fell to the ground.

"I can assure you that what is happening to the Well is very real. We must fight!" Illidan roared, charging off towards Mannoroth with Tyrande in tow. Godfrey mumbled and climbed to his feet, walking after the pair. Varo'then, Lady Azshara's faithful servant, was pushed aside by Illidan, who proceeded to lock arms with Mannoroth. Varo'then charged towards Godfrey.

Eager not to be outdone by the night elves, Godfrey fired off a cursed bullet at Varo'then, before engaging him in battle. Varo'then continued to assault Godfrey with his blade, the undead trying to step backwards and fire off a few more shots, even trying to hit back in melee with his pistols. Fuelled by devotion to his beloved Azshara, Varo'then continued to strike at the undead nobleman, as a portal opened up and demons began to flood out. Tyrande was keeping them at bay, but for how long?


"Let's even the odds a bit!" Godfrey proclaimed, raising several ghouls from the ground. A couple began attacking Varo'then, while the rest ran off towards the demons Tyrande was instantly-killing, and generally rambled about over there. Godfrey sighed.

"Lord Sargeras, I will not fail you! Sweep your molten fist through this world, so that it may be reborn in flames and darkness!" Mannoroth roared, a fel inferno whipping up in the air above them and crashing down. Godfrey kept on the go, running from Varo'then and firing off bullets back towards the elf, smart enough to stay out of the fire. He turned and fired off a pistol barrage at Varo'then, who took the full brunt of it and suffered severe damage.

Tyrande collapsed as two Debilitating Dreadlords appeared and stunned her with magic.

"Help her!" Illidan barked.

"She'll be fine."

Godfrey fired off another pistol barrage, causing Varo'then to fall to the ground, defeated. His sword landed in the soil. Godfrey shrugged at it.

"Use the sword!" Illidan yelled.

"I prefer guns!" Godfrey cackled, firing at Mannoroth. The shots were roughly as effective as paper pellets would have been.

"Your world shall be UNMADE!" Mannoroth declared, as the fiery fel inferno descended once more. Plethoras of demons continued to spill from the portal, as Tyrande was still trapped by the Debilitating Dreadlords and unable to act. The demons continued to attack her, as Godfrey fired at Mannoroth, working as a team not being in his nature.

"Pathetic elves. I could kill him myself!" Godfrey threatened, summoning his ghouls once more before firing cursed bullets at the pit lord. Varo'then's sword was still stuck in the ground, ignored.

"Who are you to think yourself as mighty enough to stand before a pit lord?" Mannoroth asked.

"Lord Vincent Godfrey!" he screamed, firing off a pistol barrage at said pit lord, while the group of easily-shootable grouped up demons continued to ravage Tyrande and Illidan, both of who silently wished anyone else had turned up but Godfrey.

Mannoroth blinked, staring at the undead.

"I don't know what you're doing here, you ugly fat monster, but I sense dark magic. I'll kill you and take your place and then the whole world will never forget the dreadful terror and unrelenting power of-"

Mannoroth stomped over and picked him up, tossing him as far as he could straight into the Well of Eternity.

"That's quite enough of him."

For once, the Night Elves agreed shortly before Mannoroth killed them both and the world fell into darkness.

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