The Crusade.

Gharb was speechless. Dozens, hundreds of corpses were lying by the Portal, making it nearly impossible to climb up there. A few Argent Dawn guards were patrolling the camp ignoring the blood and bodies.

He rarely visited the Portal these days despite the fuss around it. He saw everybody dropping their goals, their friends and leaving to the Portal as if it was the most important place.

Orcs... perhaps. But both the Alliance and the Horde? Damnit...

He remembered that any conversation he has heard in the last days was about the Portal and the lands by the other side of it. New artefacts, new items, new travels, new cities...

They are exchanging their homeland to this... crusade? To satisfy their hunger for power? Possessed... that's... disgusting...

He opened a flask of rum and emptied it. Warm, familiar feeling filled the veins, making it possible to concentrate. Gharb looked around and let out a silent hissing through his gritted teeth.

So that's the end... that's the truce between the Horde and the Alliance in the moment they shall fight together. Common enemy? Overwhelming, powerful demons? Pft!

Gharb prodded the nearby corpse and spat on the ground. He remembered the moments they've been here with Heresy - a couple of days ago. Alliance forces slaying every Horde that wished to come through the Portal and fight the demons.

That's just... madness...

Gharb frowned and with a weary waddle, stepping over the bodies came to the Portal. His steps left a fresh red marks on the stones, leather boots became of a dark brown color, soaking the blood. Gharb turned around - a garden of broken bodies, soldiers of the Horde has been blooming in front of him. He felt anger arising within.

How dare they... - his voice was turning into growling, hands reflexivly grabbed the daggers - I shall hunt the down... one by one... not even a Stormwind guards would help them now...

Then he noticed a mage riding to the Portal. Gharb hidden behind the stone and when mage was passing, jumped out, gripping human's neck and pushing him off the horse.

How dare you, scum...

Even though mage was choking, catched off guard, his reaction was swift and deadly - fireblast blowed into Gharb's chest, sending him in the air. He hit the stone wall and fell down, grabbing his flashing powder and disappearing in the smoke. Mage rushed forward but Gharb jumped aside, avoiding several arcane explosions.

Seeing the rogue has managed to melt in stealth and not wishing to risk his life, human rushed to the Portal and jumped in, disappearing in the magical stream.

Gharb sat down on the stones and leaned against the wall. His armor has protected him from the magic but still caused pain as if he was hit by a zeppelin.

That's... our precious Alliance fighting demons... oh yeah... i've heard of your good behavior by the other side of the Portal... you're not fooling me, scum...

He slowly got up aching of the pain and came to the magic stream. Then he checked if he had enough powders and poisons left, unsheathed the daggers, growling of the anger and hatred to the Alliance.

You are not coming back to Azeroth...

And stepped into the Portal.