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Battle for Azeroth Collector's Edition - A Tale of Two Novellas
Blizzard released a preview of the Collector's Edition Novellas, one for the Alliance and one for the Horde.


Originally Posted by Blizzard (Blue Tracker / Official Forums)
There are two sides to every story. Get a taste for the tension and drama that unfolds in this preview of our Battle for Azeroth novellas: Elegy by Christie Golden and A Good War by Robert Brooks. These two tales explore the Horde and the Alliance versions of a fateful event, but only you can decide which faction tells it best.

The full versions of both novellas are available in one beautiful hardback edition, complete with original and exclusive artwork, in the Collector’s Edition of World of Warcraft: Battle for Azeroth—available for pre-order at your local retailer now.


Alliance - Elegy
Commander!” Delaryn shouted. “Commander! We have come under attack!”

Anaris whirled, her mangled face darkening with anger. Her gaze flitted to Ferryn. “Explain.”

The Sentinels stopped, their weariness fleeing in the face of true peril to their people, listening with their whole bodies as Delaryn spoke.

“Horde rogues,” Delaryn said. “Several of them. They killed our nightsabers first to keep the word from spreading. Many are dead. Vannara says that reports have come in from other outposts in Ashenvale, citing the same thing.”

For a moment, Anaris just stared at her; then she whirled to the Sentinels. “Why are you just standing there? You, run to Silverwing Grove! See if—”

Ferryn let out a throaty, furious snarl, but it came too late. Feeling Ferryn tense, Delaryn leaped off him, but a Forsaken had already dropped down from an overhanging branch.

He landed directly on Anaris’s back, stabbing with his twin blades as she fell. Swifter than a dead thing ought to be able to move, the assassin rolled to his feet. One of his daggers made a clean, swift strike across Marua’s throat, almost severing her head from her body.

With a yowl of fury, Ferryn sprang toward the Forsaken, while—too slowly—Delaryn drew an arrow and nocked it to her bow. There was a blur, and then another rogue was there, a blood elf, slashing out with his own blades, long golden hair flying behind him like a cloak. In what seemed like the span of a single heartbeat, half a dozen night elves were left bleeding out or spasming in torment on the verdant forest floor.

Finally, the Sentinels rallied. The blood elf vanished at once, but no matter. They would catch him as he fled like the coward he was. They sent a rain of arrows toward the gaps in the trees, but hit nothing. The sin’dorei had eluded them.

The Forsaken was not so lucky. Eriadnar surged toward him, drawing her sword. She sliced a furrow across the killer’s torso and lopped off one of his arms. Ferryn pounced, pinning him to the ground, exercising remarkable restraint in not tearing out his throat.

Anaris Windwood lay on the forest floor, her eyes open but their glow extinguished. “Commander?” Eriadnar said.

“She is dead,” Delaryn replied harshly; she was still furious with Windwood, though the commander was far beyond her anger now.

“Delaryn,” Eriadnar said quietly, “you are commander now.”

So she was. How strange it sounded. Delaryn shook herself and moved toward the prisoner. Her eyes fell on the daggers he had dropped, covered with Anaris’s blood. She picked one up carefully, then nodded to Ferryn. He stepped back, growling menacingly at the Forsaken.

She stared down at him, channeling her pain and fury as she spat out, “Talk to me, Forsaken, and perhaps I will let you live.”

“Live?” he grunted, in that awful, hollow tone so distinctive of his race. “I have not lived in some time, elf.”

“You enjoy word games? Let us play a counting game instead.” She gestured at him. “You are minus one arm. I can make it two. Or better yet, I will start small. You still have five fingers. Tell me something I can use, corpse, or I shall make it four.”

When he didn’t reply, she knelt, grabbed his hand by the wrist, and brought his blade close.

He hissed angrily. “I’ll speak!”

So the blade is poisoned. Even though he is dying, he does not want that level of pain.

“Tell me your orders.”

Dead lips curled back from yellowed teeth. Foul breath struck Delaryn full in the face as he laughed. Her stomach rebelled, but she willed herself not to wince.

“I would have thought they were obvious,” he said. “Were the intelligent ones the first to die? Oh wait, there are no intelligent night elves. A troll got another commander’s ears, you know. He’s wearing them now.”

It was, she knew, quite possibly true. But Delaryn did not rise to the bait. “There is no Val’kyr to bring you back if I shove this through your throat.”

Delaryn eyed the blade.

“What kind of poison did you use?” she asked casually. “I would guess it is a painful one—you Forsaken like those. If you do not tell me something useful soon, I will conclude you are stalling for time and therefore have nothing to tell me.” Her voice was cold.

“What prisoner would not stall for time? Existence is precious. Even we know that.”

It was true. The night elves harbored a deep respect for life. They did not torture prisoners, nor did they take delight in unnecessary casualties. But they had little use for the abominations that were the Forsaken.

Something inside her turned hard as stone. Delaryn brought the blade to within a fraction of an inch of his index finger. “Do not. Test. Me.”

The cruel glee faded from his rotting features as he realized she was not making an idle threat. “You cannot win,” he said. “We are everywhere. Have you not yet grasped that it’s all of your posts that are under attack? Dozens like me have descended upon them with our painful poisons. And your clever hunters, your vaunted Sentinels, your slinking druids—none had the slightest idea.”

Delaryn thought of the druid who had flown to Silverwind Refuge with his message. Some outposts had indeed reported a surprise attack. But there was something in the Forsaken’s words that felt forced.

“You are bluffing,” Delaryn snapped. “What is your plan? The Horde was marching on Silithus. Why divert to Ashenv—”

And then the answer presented itself, so blindingly obvious that she felt as though she’d been stabbed in the gut.

The night elven fleet was en route to Feralas.

Tyrande was in Stormwind.

“You are clearing a path,” she murmured, horrified.

The Forsaken made no answer but laughed again.

Delaryn raised the dagger, but the rogue’s laughter turned to a coughing wheeze. Gooey liquid spewed from his throat, and then he lay still. He had cheated her; his wounds had claimed his unlife before she could. Delaryn wasted no energy in frustration at the Forsaken’s final jest or the precious minutes she had spent interrogating him. She’d lost enough time.

She sprang to her feet. “Eriadnar, are you injured?”

“No, Commander.”

“Then run, sister,” she said. “Run as fast as you can to Darnassus. Do not fight. Do not stop. Hide if you must. But get this message to Darnassus. Tell Malfurion an army is coming.”

Ferryn shifted back to his kaldorei form. “I can fly faster than she can run,” he offered.

Delaryn shook her head. “I have another task for you. Go, Eriadnar. May Elune guide your path.”

The Sentinel nodded, wide-eyed, and leaped to obey as swiftly as an arrow shot from a bow.

Delaryn turned to Ferryn. “Make for the Barrens. The Horde is coming. We need to know how much time we have before they arrive. Keep going until you see them. Do not engage unless you must. Stay alive, and report back.”

He nodded. They looked at one another for a moment. There was no need for words. They had gone into battle countless times before, sometimes together, sometimes on their own. Now, they had been plunged into it yet again.

At the same moment, they reached for each other, kissed deeply, and then turned to their duties.

Ferryn didn’t know, but whenever the two of them parted, Delaryn prayed to Elune that he would be safe. She asked for that favor again now, and for the first time, she had the faintest fluttering that, in this battle, the beautiful, loving moon goddess might not answer that prayer.

Horde - A Good War
The elf’s face contorted, and for a moment, Saurfang believed he was about to cry. But no—with his last breath, the dying rogue spit onto Saurfang’s boots, leaving streaks of blood and saliva across his armor. Then he went still.
Morka stepped next to Saurfang, a small axe in each of her hands. It had been over too fast for her to use them. “Defiant until the end,” she noted. “His people would be proud.”

Saurfang agreed. Such spirit. And I never even learned his name.

“You did well, spotting this assassin,” Saurfang told her. “But he never should have come this far.”

He strode outside, snarling. There were siege crews, guards, and soldiers all around. Astranaar was swimming with Horde, and not one of them had marked the stranger walking through their midst. Not one had challenged him.

He would enjoy explaining that to them in excruciating detail.

“Listen well!” he began. Heads turned toward him. Eyes glanced at the blood on his axe and armor.

“Does the Horde need a reminder that we are in a war? Does the Horde need—”

And then he stopped. His next heartbeats seemed to last an eternity. His fatigue-addled mind had finally caught up with his hard-earned survival instincts. That boy had not been sent to kill him.

He had been trying to lead Saurfang outside.

In his haste to lecture his guards, Saurfang had done exactly what that boy had wanted. You just killed yourself, you old fool. He turned and flung himself back into the inn. An instant later, the ground shook as Malfurion Stormrage landed where he had been standing.

“Lok-Narash!” he yelled. To arms!

His advisors and tacticians were already forming a line in the common room, pulling him behind it and standing at the ready. Like many night elf buildings, this one had open walls on three sides, giving them a view of the chaos roiling outside. Siege crews scrambled away from Malfurion, only to fall from arrows and blades in their backs.

This wasn’t just Malfurion. This was the kaldorei’s last stand in Ashenvale, a decapitation strike on the commander of this battle. And Saurfang—they had drawn him in so easily. Astranaar was an island with limited access. Easily defensible.

Impossible to escape.

And Saurfang had just taken shelter in a building with few walls. To fight an archdruid.

This is the end.

As the sounds of chaos rose outside, the inn darkened. Malfurion Stormrage stepped through the doorway, eyes fixed on Saurfang. Three of the high overlord’s advisors charged him.

“Stop!” Saurfang shouted.

Malfurion moved, and the metallic claws strapped to his wrists made short work of the two orcs and the blood elf. He stepped forward, over their bodies.

Morka grabbed Saurfang by the shoulder. “Run, High Overlord,” she said. “We will give you time.”

No, they wouldn’t. Not more than a heartbeat. It was time to die with honor. “Take the maps,” he whispered. “Get them to the warchief.”

Morka’s eyes went wide, but Saurfang turned away, roaring, “Malfurion Stormrage! I challenge you to mak’gora!”

The words sounded bizarre to his own ears. What use did a night elf have for an orcish duel to the death? It didn’t matter. Malfurion was here for Saurfang. He would not pursue a bunch of advisors.

Saurfang looked at the other Horde soldiers in the inn. Seeing their confusion, he raised his voice even louder. “Stormrage is mine, you gutless whelps! If you are not out of this inn in five seconds, I will kill you myself!”

Morka looked furious, but she obeyed. She snatched up the map container and sprinted out of the building. The rest quickly followed.

Malfurion’s eyes did not leave Saurfang’s. “A duel, Saurfang?” he asked in a soft voice—soft like the eye of a storm, like the freshly dug soil of a grave. The archdruid stepped forward calmly to where Saurfang waited. “Do you think I care in the slightest for a duel?”

“You can run, if you’re afraid,” Saurfang said. He was buying time. That was all. The only victory Saurfang could hope for was for the latest Horde troop movements to be delivered to Sylvanas’s hands so the battle might continue. “Or fight me, and see if I will fall.”

Malfurion said nothing. He raised his arms. The inn trembled. The wooden floor and ceiling creaked and groaned.

Saurfang’s lips pulled back into a snarl. The power of nature was not found in the swing of a fist or the slice of a blade. It was found when a forest was rent to dust by fire and yet returned in only a few years. It was found when a mighty city was claimed by overgrowth after being abandoned for a decade. It was found in a thousand generations of predator and prey, which lived and hunted by the instincts of their ancestors.

In the hands of a druid, that power could be condensed from centuries into a minute. In Malfurion’s hands . . .

This inn, and everything in it, would be returned to the earth in seconds.

Saurfang leapt forward, axe swinging, as vines and roots tore apart the inn. Malfurion stepped clear of his blow effortlessly, and the metal claws strapped to his hands darted toward Saurfang’s head. The orc batted them away with his axe shaft. Barely.

Saurfang roared, his axe whistled, and Malfurion’s second strike snaked between a gap in his armor around the shoulder. Blood dripped to the floor. Roots, countless roots, a whole forest of roots grabbed at Saurfang’s ankles. He danced away, chopping the plants whenever they tried to snare him.

When pieces of the inn started to fall around the orc’s head, he accepted his death. Against a creature like Stormrage, there was no dishonor in failure. Saurfang simply had to meet his end without surrender.

A sudden blast knocked him from his feet, dazing him. Saurfang closed his eyes. It is done. His hands went numb, tingling from the dark power that roared through the ruins of the inn—

Dark power?

Saurfang opened his eyes. Malfurion was not looking at him. His arms were crossed in front of his face as an arrow, wreathed in shades of violet smoke, exploded just before him. Emerald light rose against the darkness, and Malfurion charged to fight Sylvanas Windrunner, who had another arrow nocked and drawn at point-blank range.

Saurfang would have leapt to his feet, but his legs wouldn’t obey his commands.

Then the inn collapsed on top of him, and he was surrounded by darkness and pain. But he wasn’t dead. Not yet.

Death wasn’t supposed to hurt this much.
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  1. PatrikL's Avatar
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  1. Hell-Nicø's Avatar
    Lul, people are actually thinking Malf could be killed here?
    The dude is a god damn ARCHDRUIDE in the middle of a forest, and he's just facing Sylvanas who's clearly weaker than him.

    He'll be fine, and probably will be the guy that will grow the giant tree in SW for the NE refugees.

    - - - Updated - - -

    Quote Originally Posted by Harbour View Post
    Yeah, my afterthought was just "She is not the Hellscream".
    Btw, that shows once again how badass was Grom in comparison to even Saurfang. Damn, such a shame what they did to him in WoD.
    Also don't forget that the only reason he managed to kill Cenarius was thanks to the blood of Manoroth.

    - - - Updated - - -

    Yaknow what's the most stupid part about that whole "let's give each faction control of an entire continent"?

    They ONCE AGAIN forgot about the BC races because they are still in their neat out of time BC starting zones.
    What will happen to the blood elf (yaknow, a race that has basically NOTHING left when it come to military force and is only still a thing thanks to the forsaken army, yaknow, the army that will be wiped out with BFA)?
    So yeah, the horde will get all Kalimdor, but the Alliance can fuck off about Kel'Thalas!

    And what about the Draenies? We know now for some time (from the story pre Legion) that the Exodar is repaired and ready to fly, will it move to SW or something?
    You can bet your ass that it won't be the case, because Draenies are probably the most underwritten and under used race in the whole warcraft universe when it come to stuff they do as part of their faction (ok, the Worgen are even more underused tbf).

    And speaking of the Worgens, how much do you want to bet that they wont regain Gilneas as a real capital with BFA, just because Blizz can't be fucked to actually UPDATE THE FUCKING WORLD TO MATCH WHAT'S GOING ON IN IT!
    But it's okay guys, while the night elves, one of the strongest race of the alliance got wiped out of the map, the goblins (or to be more precise a handful of goblin survivors) managed to terraform the god damn continent to create a horde logo so big it's visible from space! In the mean time the Alliance took 25 years to rebuild their main capital after the attack of a giant dragon, and they didn't even bothered to create a Gilnean place or something, because apparently a creepy tree at the NE place is just what a bunch of Victorian people need!
    But maybe now that said NE place is burning down they'll get their creepy tree moved to a corner of SW park?

    It's pretty hard to care about the world as a whole when they keep ignoring a lot of plot and their repercussions once the story is done with them.
    Do you even realize that they actually did an updated version of the Sunwell island, with the Sunwell cleansed and stuff? Yeah?
    But you can only see it once during the Kel'Seras quest line!
  1. Dembai's Avatar
    To salty Allies (like the guy who can't spell to save his life above me) - the tree burning has SO LITTLE to do with the faction war, it's silly.

    Yes, the Horde will Burn it = and yes, the alliance will trash Undercity. That's an equal event. The alliance will not be able to use Undercity, the Horde will not be able to use Teldrassil. Again, that's an equal event. (and set up that way so that low level players can still enter those areas and make some use of them via phasing)

    But the tree burning is part of a MUCH BIGGER situation. One that is likely going to result in the Hour of TWilight - and at this point, THAT should be looked at as a POSITIVE.

    There's been five world trees after the original was destroyed - all planted by Staghelm (remember him?) and they've all died/been corrupted by the nightmare/halfway ripped out of the ground, or chopped down.

    ...Teldrassil was the last one.

    When it's gone, bad things are going to happen...where they would not if you still had your stupid tree. Those bad things are going to save this expansion from being pure filler. Thank GOODNESS, because it doesn't have much of a leg to stand on right now.

    Can you relax a little about it? It's all for the good of the plot.

    Likewise, we know that Saurfang and Sylvannas will live, and YES, we have no idea if Malfurion will. Do I think that Malfurion could kill Sylvannas? I think he could if it were a fair fight - or even a moderately unfair one. But Sylvannnas is NOT SOMEONE WHO FIGHTS FAIR. She's going to do something. It's going to be VERY bad. And naturally, with no true archdruid to grow a world tree at an insane rate (no, your "archdruid" player character is NOT on Malfurion or Staghelm's level), what the world trees are preventing...is going to come to pass.

    "Five torches to light our way".

    It's going to be BAD.

    And awesome. And drop epic loots.
  1. Hell-Nicø's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Dembai View Post
    To salty Allies (like the guy who can't spell to save his life above me)
    Yeah, call me when you'll be able to spell a text in something that isn't your main language,

    Quote Originally Posted by Dembai View Post
    - the tree burning has SO LITTLE to do with the faction war, it's silly.

    Yes, the Horde will Burn it = and yes, the alliance will trash Undercity. That's an equal event. The alliance will not be able to use Undercity, the Horde will not be able to use Teldrassil. Again, that's an equal event. (and set up that way so that low level players can still enter those areas and make some use of them via phasing)
    Ho yeah, the war as "SO LITTLE" to do with the burning of the tree!
    Okay, it's the horde that burned it as an act of war, but hey, whoooo care, amirit?



    Quote Originally Posted by Dembai View Post
    But the tree burning is part of a MUCH BIGGER situation. One that is likely going to result in the Hour of TWilight - and at this point, THAT should be looked at as a POSITIVE.

    There's been five world trees after the original was destroyed - all planted by Staghelm (remember him?) and they've all died/been corrupted by the nightmare/halfway ripped out of the ground, or chopped down.

    ...Teldrassil was the last one.

    When it's gone, bad things are going to happen...where they would not if you still had your stupid tree. Those bad things are going to save this expansion from being pure filler. Thank GOODNESS, because it doesn't have much of a leg to stand on right now.
    Cool fan theory you got here, but you missed an important point : what blizz itself try to pass as "lore" since Metzen left shows that they clearly don't give a fuck anymore about the repercussion of their main plot now, WoD should have been enough to anyone with a braincell to realize that, but for the slow one with pony avatar that could have missed it my post detailed a ton of other stuff that clearly indicate blizz have given up on "the WORLD of warcraft" and only focus on "the plot of the day".

    Quote Originally Posted by Dembai View Post
    Can you relax a little about it? It's all for the good of the plot.
    Thanks for proving my point.

    And also, if you had took 2 second to pay attention to what I wrote instead of dismissing it as simple "salty ally" like the horse fucker you are, you would have noticed that my main point was about how blizz don't actually update the world to reflect the consequences of what's going on.
    You can't just burn 2 capitals and call it a day when the point is that each faction take over a continent, you can't just leave the BE and Dreaneis out of the story any longer (bring the Exodar somewhere and purify the BE) and you can't constantly fuck over the alliance (and you'll have to be EXTREMELY dishonest to tell me that's not the case) if you want to have a balanced and believable story.
  1. Sorotia's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Hell-Nicø View Post
    I feel like the hack that now do the story telling at blizzard forgot what the night elves are supposed to be, god damn wood elves on amphetamines. Just go replay a bit of WC3 campaign to refresh your mind.

    The fact that they got sneaked on, in a forest, by some rogues is just stupid.
    You expect any less from Blizz? They don't care about Alliance except for Humans...which I'm sure they probably would have noticed the rogues....because Humans are the bestest at anything and everything!
  1. Yunaqt's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Hell-Nicø View Post
    ...if you had took 2 second to pay attention to what I wrote instead of dismissing it as simple "salty ally" like the [SNIP] you are, you would have noticed that my main point was...
    Could have refrained from the bigotry in your rebuttal, not the best way to open your arguing statement before leading into your main point, as you've likely lost the reader at that point.

    Not really contributing to the discussion, just food for thought.
  1. StationaryHawk's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Hell-Nicø View Post
    And also, if you had took 2 second to pay attention to what I wrote instead of dismissing it as simple "salty ally" like the horse fucker you are, you would have noticed that my main point was about how blizz don't actually update the world to reflect the consequences of what's going on.
    You can't just burn 2 capitals and call it a day when the point is that each faction take over a continent, you can't just leave the BE and Dreaneis out of the story any longer (bring the Exodar somewhere and purify the BE) and you can't constantly fuck over the alliance (and you'll have to be EXTREMELY dishonest to tell me that's not the case) if you want to have a balanced and believable story.
    I genuinely can't understand why anyone wouldn't take what you say seriously.

    Anyways, more Warfronts will be added to the old world as the expansion progresses, and wars are not required to be balanced to be believable. Quite the opposite, really; an equal exchange in blows would be telling of Warcraft's need to sacrifice plot for the sake of pleasing its playerbase.

    Try to compose yourself before responding next.
  1. Explicit Teemo Nudes's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Arvandor View Post
    FU christie golden for the burning of teldrassil!
    its your biggest mistake in your fucking life!
    Are you fucking retarded?
    She wasn't the one that decided that that's what is happening in the Warcraft story -.-
  1. Dembai's Avatar
    Quote Originally Posted by Hell-Nicø View Post
    extra special snip.
    Yeah, you sort of missed what I said because I think you got a bit too excited about seeing a my little pony.

    I'm talking about prophecies that we've been getting since forever. Metzen scripted out these prophecies a LONG time ago, and they've been slowly coming to fruition ever since he left for Overwatch.

    Whether or not they're handled well - and I agree, WOD was complete crap - is another matter. One I'm less concerned about. I want answers to the big questions and the tree burning means the old god content I've been waiting for is around the corner.

    As for advancing everything else, eventually, two massive factions being at war would advance to a point where someone got their main city overrun and taken down. If you thought that the world trees were somehow untouchable, I'd like to point out, again, that there's been several of these trees, and the Nelfs have yet to successfully prevent ANY of them from being destroyed in the real world, let alone the Dream.

    It's almost like they were always supposed to die/burn/get corrupted/get knocked over/etc. And being as Metzen is 100% responsible for the burning/destruction/corruption of EVERY TREE but Tel'drassil (which started off in Vanilla as 'already corrupted by the nightmare'), and we KNOW he wrote a massive Bible worth of information for the continuing plotline of WoW when he left, I'm going to say this is still well within his plans, Christie Golden or no Christie Golden.

    Referring to the whole plot as "bad" simply because you don't like that the war is not including the TBC starting zones (even though we have NO IDEA if that's actually true yet!) is a weak argument in my mind. Especially since it's really not all that important. Both starting zones have a teleport/boat at the end that can be changed to where it takes you. The only Starting zone I'm curious about is the Nelf one, but we don't know how that's going to be handled (it could be easily dealt with via phasing).

    Panic less. The tree burning down is a good advancement of the plot in my mind, and seems to be in line with things that Lord Metzen put into place.
  1. Felini's Avatar
    It's so annoying that you have to post a few times to take part in the beta key contest. especially when I can't find my old account as I'm "not a human" when I try to send my password to my old account

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