Diplomacy 101: How my Yandere Wife (murders) solves all my Problems!

"Time Loop" 

Nozdormu's words acted as a spell, and restored the Horde and Alliance combatants to full mana and health across the battlefield. 

The effects of which began to slightly turn the tide in the Bronze Dragonflights favor. 

On the northern front, Halduron Brightwing, Tae'thelon, Telonicus, and Knight-Lord Dranarus had pushed Thrall back. Now with this second wind, they were the ones in trouble. 

The Elven forces had used their numbers advantage to overwhelm the former Warchief in ambush. Thrall had not had a chance to unleash his full power. 

However, with this second wind, he was afforded an opportunity to do so. 

"Spirits of the earth, heed my call! Steady my hand, and strengthen my bones so that I might find balance!' Thrall slammed his hammer into the earth, and pulled. 

Emerging from the dirt, a molten rock golem pulled itself up from the depths. Almost seconds later, it crumpled itself into a beed, and magnetized towards Thrall's hammer like an infinity stone slotting itself into Thanos's gauntlet. 

Thrall didn't let up though, and continued summoning the elements, and bound them into his weapon. 

"Rain and thunder, smite my foe!!" Thrall held his hammer up to the sky, and an elemental made of wind and lightning poured down from the heavens to spawn in. 

"Oceans of Azeroth, I seek your blessing, cool my spirit with your soothing touch!" Thrall roared in time with the ocean, and the waves swirled together into a typhoon. Once it made landfall, this vast column of water compressed itself and merged into the Doomhammer. 

"Finally, fire and heat, may your blazing spirit give me the heart to scorch my enemies!" Thrall pointed towards the sun, and a great ball of fire joined his weapon. 

Upon completing his ritual spell, Thrall was surrounded by a complimentary aura of earth, wind, lightning, water, and fire. 

The shaman's eyes glowed white, and the magnitude of power flowing through his veins could be felt by everyone on the northern front. 

"Gotchu." Halduron smirked as he had snuck up behind Thrall, then unleashed dozens of Arcane Arrows. 

Amongst the ranged missiles were several Black Arrows that had been used against Varrus back during the war for Deatholme. Their ability to counter, and silence magic were meant to disrupt the auras surrounding Thrall, and hit the Orc directly. 

At the same time, the other Elven Heroes were making their attacks as Halduron. 

"My blade was forged with dozens of enchantments over the course of centuries. It has weathered innumerable storms, and was fueled by the souls of countless Trolls. Be welcome as you are the first Orc to be harvested by such a venerable relic!" Tae'thelon smugly intoned from within his giant golem suit. 

The headmaster was slashing down at Thrall with a massive enchanted blade. Arcane energies coated it, and ran up the sword like a chainsaw. The sound it made resembled the constant cackle of lightning. 

"Three, twenty eight point six, carry the 2…" Telonicus muttered to himself as he did some quick math for his most optimal firing arc. 

Piloting a levitating Arcane Tower, the Chief Engineer was directing 8 more at the same time. He had constructed many more since the battle of Deatholme, and they all had Mana Stone powered beam cannons pointing down. 

"Alright men, prepare for a Mass Teleport! As soon as our allies unleash their attacks, we will close in and finish this!" Knight-Lord Dranarus, Captain of the Royal Guards said to his Elite unit of Spellbreakers.

Dranarus and his troops were in formation, and charging Thrall with the intent to sap away his mana, and redirect spells. 

Thrall seemed to be looking off into the horizon, as if he didn't notice any of this. His thoughts and concerns were clearly focused on some other matter. 

It was only when the arrows came within an inch of his skin, and the massive blade fell towards his forehead that he responded. 

As for his return attack? 

It was a snort. 

One snort, and the vast aura of elemental energy coating his body exploded outward. 

Halduron's arrows disintegrated like a sand castle swept by the waves. A sharp series of wind blades were sent his way in retaliation, forcing the Vice Ranger General to dance like a dog as his life depended on it. 

Tae'thelon's blade suffered a minor fracture, and the golem suit was repulsed. Electrical arcs coated its frame, and some bolts pierced the suit's enchantments, eliciting a pained yelp from the famed educator. 

The beams pouring down like rain from Telonicus's creations evaporated like moisture in a volcano. For a brief moment, his levitating buildings swayed like kites in a storm. 

As for Dranarus, he had ported at Thrall, and had absorbed all he could into his shield. He then started to absorb it into his body, but even then, it was too much! If he absorbed any more, his body would burst! 

"Captain, the shields, the men, we can't hold out much longer!" A Spellbreaker shouted to be heard. 

"Delta Formation C!" Dranarus bit out as the mana flowing into him threatened to overwhelm him. 

"Delta C! Delta C!" The cry went out. 

The Royal Guard then channeled all the excess mana they had absorbed, and converted the elemental energy into Arcane energy. They then shot it out towards Thrall in the form of a rapidly spinning cone-shape lance. 

Moving like a drill, the cone of power began to push Thrall back. 

"It's working, it's working!" One guard cheered. 

That good cheer was swiftly broken, however, as Thrall stomped on the ground, and a giant earthen hand came up, and snuffed the cone like a fire-blanket dousing a flame. 

At the same time, Halduron had emerged from stealth, and tried to stab Thrall in the back with a pair of enchanted swords dripping with poison. 

The Orc Warchief reacted quickly, and decisively swung his hammer backwards. 

Halduron's eyes widened in shock as he was in too deep to pull out. 

The Doomhammer made a sickening crack, and Halduron's head snapped around in a 360 degree angle. 

As Halduron's lifeless body crumpled to the earth, the Doomhammer glowed, and the Elf's corpse disintegrated as his essence was used as a sacrifice to the Elements. 

"You will respect my blade!" Tae'thelon's voice boomed from the volume enchantments placed on his golem. 

The white hot, giant sword revved up to incredible speeds, and the chainsaw effect ripped and roared towards the heavens. 

Thrall sidestepped the attack, and several more follow up swings. 

The former Warchief then tossed his hammer at the golem, and staggered it back, creating a deep dent in its armor. 

Calling it back to his hand, he repeated this process several times, battering Tae'thelon back again and again, all the while, he was sundering the massive plate armor, searching for weaknesses.

"I will not lose to a measly, uneducated bumpkin!" Tae'thelon hotly declared. 

Regaining his balance, Tae'thelon activated several Mana Stones, and his golem began to output an extremely dense Arcane aura. 

"A simpleton such as yourself likely doesn't know a thing about the Titans, or their creations! Allow me to educate you as to the finer workings of the Titankeeper Tyr's cuirass!" Tae'thelon boasted as he had a second wind, and began to clash evenly with Thrall's hammer. 

Observing this all from the height of his tower, Telonicus clucked his tongue. Tae'thelon had grown over confident, and the Orc was clearly conserving his mana in preparation for both himself, and Dranarus's next moves. 

"We need the Sunwell if we are to defeat such a challenging foe." Telonicus said to himself as he ran constant simulations and came to the conclusion that as they were now, they faced certain defeat. 

"But even with the Sunwell, would it be enough?" 

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Nozdormu's spell impacted the battlefield in many aspects, but it could not reverse death. 

The other fight taking place on the northern front was between Lor'Themar Theron, and Orgrim Doomhammer. 

The old Warchief of the Horde was strong, his hammer broke apart the earth as if it were made of playdough, and his armor was adamantine, virtually unbreakable. 

However, Lor'Themar was no slouch either. After he blamed himself for the Scourge sacking of Silvermoon, bemoaned his loss against the ritualistically empowered Zul'Jin, put the past behind him with his victory over his former lover, Lireesa Windrunner, and witnessed the swift ascendancy of the Vandercross boy, a fire had been lit in his heart. 

Lor'Themar had been training harder than he ever had in his life these last few months. 

Furthermore, he had secretly become enamored with Nightsong, and had sought out her training all in the name of teaching her about Varrus. 

Whilst Lor'Themar felt a little guilty over this, his strategy worked. 

He had made inroads with the woman he admired most, and had grown exceptionally more skilled at the same time. 

With the aid of Vandercross's enchanted amulet and rings, he was even just that much stronger. 

And so, Doomhammer may have had the power to break Lor'Themar in half, the Ranger General was unconcerned, as the Orc had to actually hit him for that to occur! 

"Huff. Huff. You are a wily one, Elf." Doomhammer said in a tired voice, and collapsed to one knee after Lor'Themar had slipped under Doomhammer's guard, and hamstrung the back of his knee. 

Lor'Themar spared no words for the chieftain, as all he wanted to do was secure this sector, and aid his comrades. As a general, he did not wish to remain locked in one position for too long. 

Twirling his twin swords, Lor'Themar decapitated Doomhammer in one swift, lethal strike. 

Afterwards, he pulled out his scrying orb, and began communicating with his scouts and lieutenants to direct the flow of battle. At the same time, he was analyzing the enemy and determining where he should go next. 

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Meanwhile, on the southern front, Rho'dan was initiating one of Varrus's plots. 

Facing the oncoming Champions of Azeroth, and the Hero, King Terenas, Rho'dan could only surmise that Thaladred had perished. 

Whilst Rho'dan did not have a good impression of the Darkener, that did not mean he could not see the value in the man. 

What irked him the most, was that the Highlord would have to vet the population, and find a replacement to sit on the Convocation. 

Such an unknown posed a security risk, and threatened to bring unrest to the ruling body of Elves. 

"Should we attack now, sir? The enemy are within range of our bows and cannons." A member of House Vandercross came up to, and saluted Rho'dan. 

Glancing about, Rho'dan noticed a sparkle in the soldier's eyes, one reflected in the eyes of everyone else present. 

He had taught them well. 

"Not yet. The Highlord has instructed me to parlay with the invaders." Rho'dan said in an even tone. 

Internally, he was feeling a slight displeasure and embarrassment at what he was about to do, but he wouldn't allow such petty thoughts to show on his face. He was a professional, and if he was going to hold the men to such a high standard, then he must lead by example. 

"Parlay, sir?" 

"Yes." Rho'dan said in a slightly terse tone, letting the soldier know to get back in line with just a glance. 

The man gulped, then ran to get back into his spot in the formation. 

"Haha, poor guy. He'll be torn between crying and laughter in a moment." One of the Crossguard chuckled, as he knew what Rho'dan was about to do. 

The other members of the Crossguard all side eyed Rho'dan with a grin, but Rho'dan paid them no mind. Besides, he was sure that they would thank him once they had the Sunwell restored. The unlimited stamina would be a great addition towards their training. 

"O-oi, why is he smiling like that?" One of the Crossguard stopped laughing, and pointed. 

Rho'dan held up a hand signaling silence. It was time. 

"Elves of Quel'Thalas, move aside, and you will be spared! Stand in the way of the Alliance, and know yourselves to stand against the right side of history! Against Azeroth herself!" The Human King declared. 

Rho'dan stared at the script on his scrying orb that the Highlord had sent him, then used a voice amplifying enchanted item to speak. 

Facing the group of adventurers surrounding King Tenris, Rho'dan raised his voice and repeated exactly what the Highlord had commanded him to do. 

"Adventurers of Azeroth! The Dragons have deceived you! Think for yourself, isn't every time related crisis related to the Infinite Dragonflight? In other words, the Bronze Dragons? How many times have you been told you 'saved Azeroth' yet felt hollow inside, as if you didn't really do that much? 

Join our banner! Together, we will destroy the Scourge years in advance, as well as the Dark Portal! Furthermore, we promise enchanted items, rare mounts, and a home in Silvermoon to any Heroes that side with us against the evil clutches of the time Dragons." Rho'dan finished reading the script and looked towards the Alliance line. 

"Keep your tricks to yourself, Elf. It is we Men, who will determine our own fate! By the grace of the Light, for the Alliance, charge!" Teneras pointed his hammer, and ran at House Vandercross' position. 

Rho'dan noticed a few scowls and chuckles from his side. Those promises weren't very popular amongst the Elves, but it wasn't as if the Highlord intended on keeping them. 

He was prepared to order the men to open fire, but he noticed something interesting. The adventurers had actually paused to discuss this amongst themselves! 

"Rare mounts, weapons, I think I speak for everyone when I say, we have all of those. But a house in Silvermoon? That's not something money can buy." The captain of the Alliance adventurers argued. 

Several more loud voices began to support, or argue against the idea of turning on the Alliance. 

While they were distracted, Rho'dan noticed Teneras hadn't withdrawn from his charge. 

"The Highlord truly is a visionary." Rho'dan ran a hand through his long red hair in disbelief. 

He couldn't believe how Varrus's schemes kept working out. How would he know that offering homes to adventurers would be such an effective ploy? 

Shaking his head, Rho'dan lowered his arm. 

"All forces, target that Human charging at us!" Rho'dan ordered. 

The levitating Towers of Jenga, Arcane Cannons, Elite mages, and archers of House Vandercross all dumped their load on the singular Human Hero. 

Teneras did well in dodging and blocking most of it, but in doing so, he exhausted a considerable amount of mana. 

By the time the King reached their line, he had less than half his mana. 

Rho'dan was systematically surrounding him with his troops, and was going to cleanly execute the man when a spell threw his plan out the window. 

"Time Loop" 

King Terenas was fully rejuvenated, and ran straight for Rho'dan, recognizing him as the commander. 

"Oh bollocks." Rho'dan swore for the first time in a long time, and drew his sword. 

At the very least, it seemed that the adventurers were engaged in a civil war and were killing one another, so all was not lost. 

All he had to do was stall for Varrus to complete the Sunwell. 

'Easy enough.' Rho'dan thought to himself as he began to clash blades with Teneras. 

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