Part 10: Act 7 (part one): The Showdown

Act 7 (part one): The Showdown

I'm prefacing this Act with my own personal thoughts. This has always been the hardest level for me. I don't know why, but it's always an uphill battle, and... GOOD GOD IT'S HARD.

: So... are we there yet?



: Well, now that you gave me the map-

: What is map?

: Exactly. As I was saying, we're here, Chieftain. It's time.



: Damn good to have solid mud under my feet again.

: Chieftain, this is enemy territory. Blackhand doubtlessly knows that we're coming. We'll have to tread carefully.

: Absolutely. Vilefeast, go scout out the land alone.



: Aye, aye! Groinbiter, away!

: ...Chieftain.

: What?



: This place familiar. It... it...







: Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on... you again! Fool me three times, and you is smart. Four times? You not that smart!


Meanwhile, back at camp...



: Alright men, get yourselves into a tight, defensive... box.

: I'm not sure that's the best idea. We're going to want our men spread out and ready to catch any incoming attackers.

: That sounds like a lot of textbook nonsense. Real war is learned on the field!



: The enemy! Uh.. uh... HIT THEM!


Deep in the swamp...



: Vilesenses tingling! Groinbiter, hoooooooo!


On the battlefield...

: Did you just hear a very flamboyant shout?

: -ooooooooooooooooo!



: How the hell did you get here!?

: Me smell battle. Smell like axe and armor.



: Well, I hate to say this, but we won't need your help, Vilefeast. We seem to have this under control.

: Me also smell rock.

: Rock?



: Our men!

: Yup. That a rock.



: Hey, Vilefeast! Move it!

: Pfft.



: No need move. Only smash.

Yup, welcome to the late game Warcraft. This is the first attack, only a few minutes in and it has a catapult trailing along with it. I won't lie; I lost to attacks like this a few times because of sloppy unit placement.



: Sometimes I think I hate him. The whole "giant rock to the skull" certainly explains alot, however.



: We took the time to quickly assemble our barracks. We're ready for any more assaults.

: Like Blackhand could muster any more troops after that assault. We'll be fine for some time. Vilefeast, go scout out the woods some more.

Getting a barracks up as fast as possible is so key in these later missions. I can't dilly-dally like I did in the last one.



: Me catch spy in woods! Little weak robes no good armor.



: No good. Er... hey. Where is I?



: More attackers? Damn it, Bloodgut, grab a spear! Just have to weather one more siege, I'm sure!



: I think we've forgotten that we're attacking, oh... everyone else in the army. And with Vilefeast missing for nearly an hour now...

: Pfft. That just means we know their tricks.



: Like raising the dead?

: Ahh! Killitkillitkillitkillit!





: Damn straight.

: We couldn't have done it without your commands, Chieftain.



: And if you bothered to look around, our mill is ready to go. We need our forces supplied to take on Blackhand.

: Ugh, boring. Can't we just, like... aim Vilefeast at him or something?

: You can't solve all your problems with Vilefeast.

: The hell I can't! He even manages all of my incoming mail.



: Sorted.



: More of them? Ugh.

: Without Vilefeast here, we need to think tactically.

: Double "Ugh." You have boring tactics. Like bore-tics.

: Since you're the Chieftain, I'll give you the option to come up with a better punchline.

: More like crap-tics.

: ...Good one, sir. Now, if we take a look at the fellow in the back... he seems pretty...

: He looks dumber than Vilefeast.

: Well put, Chieftain. Let's take care of him first, yes?



: And then we just take out those feeble spellcasters.



: I'm sorry, I fell asleep for a minute there. Were you planning an attack or writing a dissertation?

: It was efficient and we suffered no losses!

: And that's why it was boring. We're the most badass orcs in this place! We should act like it!



: If that's what you want, then I'll get Vilefeast right away. Maybe if we build a blacksmith, then Vilefeast will smell the axes and come running.

: Before this war, I would've called you an idiot. In light of recent events, however, it seems to be the best option.



: It also gives us a place to help construct the catap-

: Death wagons.

: What?

: They're called death wagons. I made 'em so I decide.

: Chieftain, you stole the plans from the humans. They're called cata-

: DEATH WAGONS.



: Catapults!

: Death wagons!



: Catapults!

: Death wagons!



: Catapults!

: Death wagons!

: Death wagons!

: Catapul- NICE TRY! Death wagons!



: Cata... oh, hey, have we been under attack this whole time?

: Death wagons, and yes we have. Also, I'm invoking the rule of "I'm the chieftain, and get back to work." Death wagons are the new official name and you...

: Can get back to work?

: Oh, so you've heard the rule before? Then this battle is mine to command.



: Men! Charge and slash!



: I hate being wrong. Men... uh. Make up for the opponents' cunning! Kill them all!



: ...all one of them.



: Heh, let's see Bloodgut do something that cool.


Back in the base...



: I guess now's as good a time as any to put these blueprints to good use. I'm sure we'll sway some apprentices to our cause with this place.



And on the front lines...



: ...Spiders? Really? Where is Vilefeast already!?



: Excellent fighting, men! We never have to move from this spot, if things keep going like this!



: Ugh... necrolytes. Necrolytes and... what is that supposed to be?

Introducing the warlock! This is the orcish analog to the humans' conjurers. Instead of summoning scorpions, however, they summon spiders. The difference? Uhh... okay, none. Later spells, however...

: Eh. Whatever. Kill 'em.







: That's what I call tactical.



: Seriously? More? How many men does Blackhand have?



: Blackhand have lots. Me count. Like four. Big number.

: Spirits be praised! Vilefeast! I... I've missed you!

: Me get lost. Have to eat own men for survival.

: You were gone for four hours.

: I'mma survivor!

: ...Bloodgut. Help.



: Me just so happy be back. Miss you all so much. You getting bigger, Bloodgut? Maybe put on weight?

: Uh, thank you? Am I missing something, chieftain?

: Lock your door at night.



: Yup. Good be back.

Not pictured here: The other 80 billion assaults on our town. It pretty much never stops. I could go on forever with these things.



: What in the Twisting Nether is this place?

: Oh, I constructed that. I compiled all the humans' books and knowledge and placed them in this tower-

: Rock.

: Skull.

: ...In this Rock-skull. Anyway, we have warlocks that are willing to practice their magiks here.

: You're pronouncing "magic" weird.



: Besides, I've built our death wagon, so we have no need for puny magic.

: Yeah! Death wagon smash with power of one hundred axes!



: Vilefeast! Don't use the death wagon to smash vermin!

: Awww...


Within Blackrock Spire...



: Warchief, it seemsssss that Necksssmasher hassss begun taking in warlock studentssssss.

: Grrr... Where is Gul'dan at a time like this?

: We'll be fine, warchief. Darkweaver, you're probably more needed on the battlefield. I'll stand watch over the warchief.

: I'm glad that I have you at least, Doomhammer.



To Be Continued! I hate to do this to you, but the next half of the act is going to be coming with the Lore update. I'm sitting on some 150 images, and putting them all together is going to take more time than expected. I can't leave you guys without Vilefeast antics!