Penulis : Richard A. Knaak
Tahun Terbit : 2010
Format : PDF
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Characters (Source=http://www.wowwiki.com/)
Main characters
Supporting characters
Alexstrasza 
Emeriss 
Eranikus 
Lucan Foxblood - Lethon
Nightmare Lord 
Keeper Remulos 
Archdruid Hamuul Runetotem 
Archdruid Fandral Staghelm 
Thura 
King Varian Wrynn 
Lord Xavius 
Ysera
Minor characters
Note: These characters were only mentioned or had little to no role during the story.
Anessa 
Arei 
Azgalor 
Queen Azshara 
Baine Bloodhoof 
Cairne Bloodhoof 
King Magni Bronzebeard 
Broxigar - Cenarius
Deathwing - Dejahna
- Marshal Dughan
Rehgar Earthfury - Elune
- General Shandris Feathermoon
Galadin - Gam
- Giramar
- Gnarl
Goldrinn - Grago
- Haidene
- Hidra
Jai'alator - General Marcus Jonathan
Korialstrasz/Krasus 
Lich King - Zor Lonetree
- Major Mattingly
Prince Arthas Menethil 
King Terenas Menethil II - Merende
Modera - Naralex
Lady Jaina Proudmoore - Kur'talos Ravencrest
- Archdruid Elerethe Renferal
Rokhan 
Archmage Rhonin 
Valeera Sanguinar 
Sargeras 
Dranosh Saurfang 
Varok Saurfang 
Shael'dryn 
Sharlindra - Snowsong
- Valstann Staghelm
Illidan Stormrage 
Theradras 
Thrall - Thomas
Primalist Thurloga - Lord Edrias Ulnur
Varimathras - Captain Varo'then
- Zaldimar Wefhellt
High Thane Falstad Wildhammer 
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Sylvanas Windrunner 
Vereesa Windrunner 
Anduin Wrynn - Tiffin Wrynn
- Zaetar
Locations (Source=http://www.wowwiki.com/)
- Ashenvale
- Azshara
- Crystalsong Forest
- Darkshore
- Durotar
- Duskwood
- Emerald Dream
- Feralas
- Great Dark Beyond
- Hinterlands
- Ironforge
- Lordaeron
- Moonglade
- Mount Hyjal
- Mulgore
- Silvermoon
- Stonetalon Mountains
- Stormwind City
- Teldrassil
- Thunder Bluff
- Twisting Nether
Cuplikan :
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BLOOD QUEST
Thura stood at the end of the great jagged chasm. The young orc’s powerful hand instinctively tightened on the ax as she sought in vain a way across. Thick and muscular of limb and torso, the orc was a skilled fighter despite barely being of adult years. Yet now her broad, rough-hewn features twisted into something more childlike, more fearful, as she ran back and forth without success in her search. Her wide, tusked mouth frowned. Thura shook her head and murmured a wordless protest. Her heavy brown mane of hair, generally bound in a tail but at the moment set loose, spilled over the left side of her face.
On the other side, a tremendous battle took place, the focus of it a single, brawny male of her race and someone she knew mostly from childhood memories and tales spoken by the great orc ruler, Thrall. Facing her was a graying warrior, with a stern visage and powerful arms. Like her, he was clad in the leather kilts and harnesses of a fighter. His body was covered in old scars from other battles, other wars. Even though surrounded, the male bellowed his contempt for his monstrous foes.
And monstrous they were indeed, for they were demons of the
Burning Legion…fell creatures far taller than the brave lone
warrior. They were armored and burning from head to foot with virulent yellow-green fire whose intensity vied with the fierce determination in the brown orbs of the single orc. With wicked blades and other vile weapons, they slashed again and again, seeking to break through his guard. But ever he kept them at bay with his ax, a stunning weapon that was made more fantastic in that it was carved of wood.
No…not carved. Thura recalled that a shaman had once inspected it and declared that great magic had shaped the twin- edged ax into being, magic rumored to be that of the demigod Cenarius. Cenarius had been a keeper of nature, a protector of the forest.
Whatever the amazing origin of the ax, though, it clearly had magic of its own, for it sliced through strong blades and thick armor with the ease of passing through air. Great flashes of sinister yellow -green fire sparked from the deadly wounds inflicted on them as they fell one after another to the orc’s sure hand.
A deep, almost hazy emerald aura that had nothing to do with the flames of the Burning Legion draped over all, even the solitary champion. The aura itself was touched by a slight blue hue that added a sense of surrealism to the moment. Thura paid little mind to the aura, though, her anxiety rising as she continued to fail to find a crossing.
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