Garrosh stood by the newly opened portal, a glint in his eyes. Grinning wickedly, he turned to the woman standing next to him.

"As much as it infuriates me to say this," Garrosh said, narrowing his eyes slightly, "I need your help, Sylvanas."

Sylvanas smiled.

"And what can I do to serve the Horde today, Warchief?" she replied, offering a mock salute.

"Since I don't want to risk MY soldiers in this war, I've decided that I want to risk YOURS instead." Garrosh snarled.

Sylvanas sighed.

"Very well, Warchief." she said glumly. "The Forsaken shall lead the charge into this new world. On one condition."

Garrosh nodded, knowing what Sylvanas wanted.

"You may use the plague as you see fit."

Sylvanas looked shocked.

"You're letting us use the Plague?" she said, aghast. "But you berated me for weeks after I deployed it against Southshore!"

"That's because Southshore was an Alliance town, and attacking it gave them a reason to harass our operations in Hillsbrad." Garrosh replied. "Since they have no presence in this new world, we are free to use whatever methods we wish, without repercussions."

Sylvanas nodded.

"I shall have plague wagons brought in from The Undercity at once, Warchief." she said. "You shall have your plague."

Garrosh laughed as Sylvanas left to gather her forces. He looked into the portal, Ponyville clearly visible on the other side.

"Breathe the fresh air while you can, pitiful ponies." he muttered. "For soon, it will be nothing but ash ... and death."

***

"Dark Lady," the Forsaken catapult commander saluted briskly as he addressed Sylvanas, "we are in range of the town. The plague canisters are ready, and we only await your command."

Sylvanas nodded and turned to Garrosh.

"Are you sure you want this, Hellscream?" she asked him.

Garrosh grunted.

"I'll take that as a 'yes'." She turned to the commander. "You may fire when ready."

The commander saluted again and turned to face Ponyville.

"READY!" he shouted, raising a skeletal arm into the air. Upon his command, the catapults were lowered, and a small barrel loaded.

"FIRE!" he shouted again, bringing his arm down in a forward motion. There were several twanging noises as the catapults fired, sending their noxious cargo towards Ponyville.

The ponies, too, heard the noise and cocked their heads skywards. Upon seeing the canisters, they panicked, running in all directions.

The canisters hit the ground and broke open, spewing a viscous green liquid across the area, and sending a similarly coloured cloud into the sky.

Ponies screamed in terror as the cloud overtook them. Some dropped to the ground writing in agony as their internal organs began boiling.

For others, their skin began to dissolve before their eyes. Screeching in terror, they tried wiping the plague off with their hooves, only to tear chunks out of their own body.

Sylvanas watched with glee as the plague did its work. Garrosh looked on with a glazed look in his eye. Controlling the urge to vomit, he turned to Sylvanas.

"This is the same strain of plague that Putress deployed against our troops at the Wrathgate, isn't it?"

Sylvanas smiled.

"We made so much of it, it's taken longer than we thought to dilute it all." she said. "Just as well we didn't." She chuckled as she watched the carnage unfolding before her.

"I guess that traitor was good for something after all." Garrosh said, still feeling uneasy.

Sylvanas nodded.

"So Warchief, are you pleased with the results?" Sylvanas asked, her eyes glinting.

Garrosh grinned.

"Yes, I am." he replied. "I don't think these Equestrians will dare stand up to us now."

"They shall serve us instead." Sylvanas smiled.

"How can they serve us if they're all dead?" Garrosh snapped.

Sylvanas motioned behind her with her head. Turning around, Garrosh chuckled.

"Val'kyr." he muttered. "Of course."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry this is so short, but I hope you like it!