Description des Héros

For those obsessed with death, poison is a necessary study. However, Lesale went a step too far. He experimented upon himself with various toxins and chemicals so that he could learn the secrets of death. These twisted his mind and mutated his body into a hideous creature which embodies an immense hatred for all things pure. He can strike an enemy with a concentrated shot of poison or even spread a toxic gas throughout an entire area, severely weakening beast and human alike.

Maybe the most tremendous being on the Scourge, Magnus is a power to be reckoned with. Trained from birth to become a potent warrior, he is now at the peak of his strength. The Magnataur's giant axe can cleave paths through his enemies, and create a bone-breaking shockwave that ripples through the ground. Further strengthened by a demonic magic that enhances his attacks, he can crush enemies with shocking ease. His greatest power, though, is the ability to create an immensely strong magnetic field, sucking in helpless foes to meet their end.

A terrifying spirit created by uniting a thousand of souls of the warriors fell in the War of the Magi; Visage roams this world with never-ending thirst for souls. This restless ghost consumes the essence of the enemies he slays, and the death moan of his victims is what he enjoys the most. The weakening power of his wrath puts even the greatest warriors in misery, and the sight of sky filled with Visage and his undead minions is unimaginable. He is a nightmare in its worst, most sickening form, a true living horror, the Necro'lic.

A disciple of Mithras, the God of Chaos, Nessaj has utilized the powers bestowed upon him to further the cause of Chaos and Evil. He stands opposed with all his might against the powers of Order and Good. He uses his ability to call upon chaotic energy to damage and stun an enemy for a random length of time in conjunction with his power to rip holes in space to instantly strike down all that stand against him. His powers culminate into the terrifying Phantasm, creating avatars of himself who do full damage to all those who oppose him, confusing the battlefield and wreaking havoc amongst the forces of Good.

Banehallow is an avatar of bestial fury created by the scourge. For years he has dwelled in the dark forests of the world, hunting innocents that wander therein. Now he is called to aid his masters. He revels in blood and battle, using his wolfish persona to draw the feral beasts to his side and imbue his allies with his flesh-shredding strength. He is also unnaturally quick and agile. Some say he can even transform into a giant wolf, giving him more durability and the speed to gouge and maim with near impunity.

Once a Queen of the Nerubians, she struck fear into the hearts of those she ruled. However she made the fatal mistake of falling in love with the renegade assassin Anub'Arak , and was banished from her own kingdom. Now she accompanies her true love in the battle of the Ancients, bearing his offspring as a symbol of her undying love. An expert in weaving webs of deception, she has the power of incapacitating those who dare attack her, and sowing in them the seeds of her offspring which then tear out of the corpse of the unfortunate victim. Her lust for battle helps her grow stronger and sustain herself, leading many to believe that her hunger for flesh, is insatiable.

Born into the reclusive Night Elf order known as the Wardens and shunned by mainstream Night Elf society, Mortred pledged allegiance to the Scourge to take revenge. A perfect blend of strength and speed, the years spent alone in the forests of Ashenvale allowed her to blend into the terrain, appearing phantomlike at times and striking when you least expect it. The deadly precision with which she carries out her attacks have made her a valuable member of the Scourge, and it is clear why she is known as the Phantom Assassin.

The Naga princess was named after the legendary gorgon who turned her foes into stone. Though she hasn't developed a stoney glare, her combat skills will freeze even the strongest of fighters in submission. Her years of archery has allowed her to fire multiple arrows with keen accuracy. Manipulation of magic grants her a shield of mana to absorb physical impact. Channeling electrons within the air, she can ignite an electric spark that will jump from foe to foe. Her legendary name is well earned.

Balanar was one of the elite Dreadlords before the Burning Legion fell. Now with the Burning Legion gone, he lives his life attacking villages and ambushing his most hated enemy - the Night Elves. He draws upon his power from the moon, thus he is much stronger at night. Balanar can also use his control over time to change the time to night that further strengthens his power. His presence inspires fear into the heart of many.

Once a noble knight protecting his kingdom, the man was thrown into Hell, where he was ripped apart over and over for centuries. Now, Lucifer has thrown him back onto the soil, corrupted and mindless, as King Leoric, the Skeleton King. He marches on, leading his minions with an unfaltering gaze, knowing only one thing: the orders given to him by the dark lord himself. Able to cripple his opponents with a powerful magical hammer, King Leoric is a major threat on the battlefield. His mighty blade allows him and others in his presence to drain the blood of their enemies. It is said that he is unkillable, and those who are struck down by his hammer don't wake up again.

Lucifer was the leader of the Doomguard attack force of the burning legion in the first attack by the dark lord Sargeras. With his original master long gone, Lucifer grants his undying loyalty to the Scourge to finish what his lord once started. Devouring the insignificant for his greed while dissipating the souls of those brave and strong enough to withstand his strength and the heat of his fiery haven of burning earth, Lucifer takes no prisoners and makes sure those who persevere through his wrath die by the agonizing and burning pain of Doom itself.


Lucifer dirigeait le bataillon des Gardes maudits lors de la première attaque de la Légion ardente menée par le seigneur noir Sargeras. Son maître originel disparu depuis longtemps, Lucifer prêta son immortelle loyauté au Fléau pour finir ce que son seigneur avait commencé jadis. Il dévore les insignifiants par sa voracité pendant qu'il dissipe les âmes de ceux qui sont suffisemment braves et forts pour défier sa force ainsi qui la chaleur de son repaire infernal, les entrailles brûlantes du monde. Lucifer ne fait aucun de prisonniers et s'assure que ceux qui ont persisté malgré sa fureur meurent dans l'agonie et l'ardente douleur de la Damnation.

Anub'arak was once the greatest champion of the Nerubians, but fell in the Second War of the Spider. He was resurrected by the Lich King Ner'zhul, who promised him eternal undeath in exchange for his unswerving loyalty. His layers of spiked armor are nearly impregnable, causing severe damage to attackers. When threatened, he shoots these spikes through enemies maiming and disorienting them. He channels his dark powers into a bolt of disarming negative energy, and those who witness him blending into the shadows of the frozen tundra have never lived to tell the tale.


Anub'arak était jadis l'un des plus grands champions nérubiens, mais il tomba durant la Seconde Guerre de l'Araignée. Il fut ressuscité par Ner'zhul le Roi Liche, qui lui promit la non-mort éternelle en échange de son indéfectible loyauté. Sa carapace de chitine est pratiquement inexpugnalbe, causant de graves dégâts aux attaquants. Quand il est menacé, il envoie ces épines à travers ses ennemis, les mutilant et les désoriantant. Il canalise ses sombres pouvoirs en un faisceau d'énergie négative et ceux qui l'ont vu disparaître dans les ombres de la glaciale toundra ne sont plus là pour en parler.

After a millennium of being trapped under the raging waters of the Maelstrom, Slardar rose from its chaotic depths with his brethren to serve the mighty demon lord, Illidan Stormrage. Fanatically devoted to his cause, this Naga fought valiantly along his side until he succumbed to fatal wounds in the heat of battle. Salvation finally seemed within grasp - that is until his fate became intertwined with the grim reach of the Lich King. Reincarnated as a soulless beast without emotion, Slardar tears through the enemy lines with inhuman speed, striking them out cold with mighty blows, undeterred in his quest to fulfill Nerzhul's every whim.


Après un millénaire de captivité sous les flots déchaînés du Maëlstrom, Slardar s'extirpa des profondeurs chaotiques avec ses frères pour servir le puissant seigneur démon Illidan Stormrage. Fanatiquement dévoué à sa cause, ce Naga combatti vaillament pour son camp jusqu'à ce qu'il succombe de blessures fatales dans le feu de la bataille. Le salut semblait finalement lui venir - du moins jusqu'à ce que son sort s'entremêle aux desseins torves du Roi Liche. Réincarné en une bête sans âme ni émotion, Slardar déchire les rangs ennemis avec une vitesse inhumaine, s'en prenant à eux froidement avec de puissants souffle, résolu dans sa quête à combler tous les caprices de Ner'zhul.

Akasha is one of the many souls claimed by the blade, Frostmourne. Raised to serve the Lich King as a Banshee, she desired to become pure substance once more. Driving deep into the forests, she was able to subdue and possess a Succubus minion. Rightly bearing the title, Queen of Pain, she enjoys nothing more than inflicting massive damage on her foes, using both the poisonous strikes of her succubus host and the vicious howls retained from her Banshee nature. Akasha breaks her enemies' eardrums with torturing screams, some so loud they manifest into powerful waves that ripple across the lands, shattering all in their wake.


Akasha est l'une des nombreuses âmes revendiquées par la lame Frostmourne. Relevée pour servire le Roi Liche comme banshee, elle a désiré redevenir purement matérielle. Conduisant loin dans la forêt, elle fut capable de maîtriser et posséder une Succube. Portant correctement son titre, Reine de la Douleur, elle adore rien de plus que infliger des dégâts massif à ses adversaires, utilisant à la fois des frappes empoisonnées de son hôte succube et les vicieux hurlement de sa nature de banshee. Akasha casse les tympans de ses ennemis avec des hurlement de torture, certain sont si forts qu'ils se manifestent en puissantes vagues qui ride les terres environnantes, ébranlant tout dans son sillage.

The fire that kindles eternally on the visage of the fallen Elven Archer proves to others that his undeath was a mere genesis. Clinkz seeks perfection in the arts of fletching and never hesitates in sacrificing his own allies for the cause. Still retaining his ability to move with the wind, he is ready to slay the enemy officers with his swiftness and precision in archery. The Fletcher fires arrows that scorch the target with the heat of the Underworld, bringing them closer and closer to their peril. An elvish archer in life, a nightmare in death.


Le feu qui embrasera éternellement le visage de l'archer elfe déchu prouve aux autres que sa mort n'était qu'une genèse. Clinkz recherche la perfection dans l'art de concevoir des flêches et n'hésite jamais à sacrifier ses propres alliés pour sa cause. Ayant conservé sa capacité à se déplacer avec le vent, il est prêt à occire les officiers ennemis avec promptidude et précision au tir à l'arc. Pointe d'os tir des flêches qui brûle ses cibles avec la chaleur des Mondes inférieurs, les rapprochant de plus en plus de leur péril. Archer elfe de son vivant, c'est devenu un cauchemar après son trépas.

They say he was once human, but his background is shrouded in darkness, even to himself. What we know is that he was thrown into the Void between worlds and has emerged with the power of manipulating time. He can freeze his enemies in time and avoid hits by traveling a split-second back in time, right before receiving the blow. He can briefly rip apart the fabric of space-time to freeze both allies and opponents around him, yet remain free himself to act. It is rumored that he can instantly strike any man in a legion of soldiers, but nobody sees him move...


Ils disent qu'il était humain jadis, mais son histoire estcouverte de ténèbres, même pour lui. Ce qu'il sait, c'est qu'il a été jeté dans le Vide entre les mondes et en a rejaillit avec la pouvoir de manipuler le temps. Il peut geler ses ennemis dans le temps et éviter les coups en voyageant une fraction de seconde dans le passé, juste avant de recevoir le coup. Il peut brièvement déchirer les fondations de l'espace-temps pour geler aussi alliés qu'ennemis autour de lui, le laissant libre de ses actes. On dit qu'il peut frapper n'importe qui en un instant dans une légion de soldats, mais sans que personne ne le voit bouger...

A malicious Drake tamed by the Lich King himself, Viper is a fierce, acid-spitting beast whose speed and agility surprises the most hardened of warriors. Cursing himself into a maddened rage, Viper charges into battle without regard of his own safety. His salivary glands produce stinging poison that causes enemies to writhe in pain, severely damaging their nerves. Be careful when facing this powerful monster...its dark silhouette may be the last thing you will ever see.


Un Drake maliceux dompté par le Roi Liche lui-même, Viper est bête féroce crachant de l'acide dont la rapidité et l'agilité surprennent le plus hardis des guerriers. Se maudissant elle-même dans une rage choquante, Viper charge dans la bataille sans se préoccuper de sa propre sécurité. Ses glandes salivaires produisent un poison piquant qui contorsionne ses ennemis de douleur, endommageant sévèrement leur nerfs. Faites attention lorsque vous faites face à ce puissant monstre... sa sombre silouette sera peut-être la dernière chose que vous verrez.

Razor is lightning incarnate. It is a living being, capable only of unleashing it's tremendous electrical power to anything and everything nearby. The only indication of sentience from it is its ability to control its surges, which never seems to actually strike any it would call friend. Like its namesake, it cuts to the bone, with speed and accuracy, sometimes jumping from one thing to another. It's unnatural form gives it speed, and a thirst for blood. It is a force to be reckoned with, and only the strong dare face it.


Razor est la foudre incarnée. C'est un être vivant, uniquement capable de déchaîner son extraordinnaire puissance électrique sur n'importe quoi ou qui dans les environs. Le seul indicateur de ses facultés sensorielles est sa capacité à contrôler ses surcharges, qui n'ont jamais l'air de frapper ce qu'il pourrait appelé ami. Comme son homonyme, il coupe jusqu'à l'os, avec vitesse et précision, parfois sautant de l'un à l'autre. C'est ça forme surnaturelle qui lui donne la vitesse, et la soif du sang. C'est une force à considérer, et seul le fort ose lui faire face.

There once was a man in Lordaeron so consumed by greed that he was beyond remorse. Eventually caught trying to steal Prince Arthas' sacred ring, he was tried and hanged. Yet his body, so corrupted by his desire to steal, had risen by itself in the form of a monstrous ghoul. So came into being N'aix, his old name long forgotten: the embodiment of lust and greed, bent on stealing the life of every living creature he encounters.


Il était une fois à Lordaeron un homme si consumé par l'avidité qui le devint au-delà de tout repentir. Finallement capturé pendant qu'il essayait de voler l'anneau sacré du Prince Arthas, il fut jugé et pendu. Son corp, si corrompu par le désir de voler, s'est alors relevé de lui-même sous la forme d'une goule monstrueuse. Ainsi vint au monde N'aix, son ancien nom oublié depuis longtemps : L'incarnation de l'envie et de la cupidité, déterminé à voler la vie de toute créature qu'il croisera.

Forcefully raised from the dead with little memory of his former self, Pugna is truly a terrible sight to behold. Retaining traces of necromantic magic, this shamble of bones finds sadistic pleasure in temporarily sending his enemies into a tormented dimension and greeting their return with a blast of unholy energy. Those who survived an encounter with the horror often recount with fearful eyes of how the Oblivion literally drains life from his enemies, giving him a brief, but satisfying, taste of the living.


Forcé de revenir d'entre les morts avec peu de mémoire de son ancien lui, Pugna est vraiment un terrible spectacle à voir. Retenant des traces de magie nécromantique, ce traîne-pied d'ossements trouve un plaisir sadique à envoyer ses ennemis dans une dimension tourmentée et célébrer leur retour avec un fasceau d'énergie impie. Ceux qui ont survécu à la rencontre avec l'horreur raconte souvent avec des yeux pleins de terreur comment l'Oubli a litérallement drainé la vie de leurs ennemis, lui donnant un bref, mais satisfaisant, goût de la vie.

Greatest of the sea giants, Leviathan was sealed away in the aftermath of the war between the Old Gods and the Titans in ancient times. Now released by the Lich King to aid in his crusade against the Sentinel, he cleaves through waves of enemies with his mighty anchor, breaking enemy sieges before they even begin. As terrible a foe on land as he is in water, those who stand before the Tidehunter are swept away in a sea of spikes, eviscerated as he closes in to pulverize those left to receive his wrath.


Le plus grand de tous les géants des mers, Leviathan exilé dans les conséquences de la guerre entre les Dieux anciens et les Titans dans un ancien temps. Maintenant relâché par le Roi Liche pour l'aider dans sa croisade contre les Sentinelles, il fend les vagues ennemis avec sa puissante ancre, cassant le siège ennemi avec qu'il ne commence. Adversaire aussi redoutable sur terre que sur mer, ceux qui se tiennent devant le Chasseur des flots sont emportés dnas une mer de piques, éviscérés à mesures qu'ils se rapproche pour pulvériser ceux qui reste pour recevoir sa colère.

Atropos is an elemental force personifying the nightmares and fear of this world. He manifests where there is promise of inflicting horror and feeding off dread. Sapping his foes' psyche heals him. Manifesting his enemies' fears, he greatly enfeebles their ability to fight. He revels in disabling foes by sending them into dread slumber. When need be he can rip his soul and force it into his foes, effectively immobilizing them with despair and pain. Atropos is, in one word, Fear.


Atropos est une force élémentaire personnifiant les cauchemars et la terreur de ce monde. Il se manifest où il y a promesse d'infligé l'horreur et se nourri de l'épouvante. Sapper le psychisme de ses ennemis le soigne. Manifestant les peurs de ses ennemis, il affaibli considérablement leur capacité à combattre. Il prend plaisir à désactiver ses ennemis en les envoyants dans un sommeil d'effroi. Lorsque il en a besoin il peut déchirer son âme et la forcer dans ses ennemis, l'immobilisant effectivement avec désespoir et douleur. Atropos est, en un mot, la Terreur.

Slain for sins of heresy by men who declared themselves holy, death only gifted Rotund'Jere with an immense wrath for the living, that he can express by sending evil spirits at his foes. Taking pleasure and growing more powerful every time a living thing dies by his hands, each step of his reeks of death, and his very presence makes living things rot and wither. Now a master of torture and pain, the Necrolyte mercilessly slays any weaklings who might cross his path, always with a nasty smile on his dead face.


Mis à mort pour péché d'hérésie par des hommes qui s'auto-proclamaient sacré, la mort n'a récompensé Rotund'Jere qu'avec une immense rage pour le vivant, qu'il peut exprimer en envoyer de mauvais esprits sur ses ennemis. Prenant plaisir et devenant plus puissant chaque fois qu'une chose vivante meurt de ses mains, chaque étape de ses puanteurs de mort, et sa simple présence font que les choses vivantes pourrissent et flétrissent. Maintenant un maître dans la torture et la douleur, le Nécrolye massacre sans pitié tous faibles qu'il pourrait croiser sur son chemin, toujours avec un méchant sourire sur son visage mort.

An undead behemoth seemingly impervious to even the most potent magic, this starving abomination roams the battlefield, continually in search of unwary prey. It is said his victims catch only a glimpse of his monstrous frame as they are dragged them through the shadows, bleeding profusely as a jagged hook etches deeper in their flesh. Wails of agony echo in the distance, only to be drowned out by the Butcher's maniacal laughter as he severs their limp bodies with his great maw. Unspeakable horrors ensue in a deathly silence, a dreadful omen for what is to come.


Un mastodonte mort-vivant apparemment imperméable même à la plus puissante des magies, cette abomination affamée erre sur le champ de bataille, cherchant continuellement une proie imprudente. On raconte que ses victimes n'ont eu le temps d'apercevoir qu'une partie de sa monstrueuse charpente alors qu'ils sont déjà traînés dans l'obscurité, saignant d'autant plus abondamment qu'un collet crochu rentre plus profondément dans la chair. Des hurlements d'agonie raisonnent au loin, seulement noyé par le rire maniaque du Boucher à mesure qu'il mutile le corps mou avec sa grande trappe. Des horreurs indicibles s'ensuive dans un silence de mort, un effroyable présage ce qu'il advient.

An outcast of the Spirithoof clan, Barathrum retreated in shame to the Ethereal Plane, feeding off wandering souls to sustain himself, and wandered aimlessly for centuries, alone and miserable. Found and recruited by the Lich King, Barathrum's uncanny speed and wraithlike powers have now been unleashed upon the Material Plane, his lantern able to project nether energy into enemies, sending them backwards with sudden force. With the ability to close the distance between himself and a target in seconds, Barathrum the Spiritbreaker is more than a match for anyone.


Un exclu du clan spirithoof, Barathrum s'est retiré honteux dans les Plaines éthérée, se nourrissant des âmes vagabondes pour se sustanter, et vagabondant sans but pendant des siècles, seul et misérable. Trouvé et recruté par le Roi Liche, la rapidité incroyable de Barathrum et ses pouvoirs d'ombres ont maintenant été lâché sur le Plan matériel, sa lanterne capable de projeter des énergies abyssales sur les ennemis, les poussant avec une force soudiane. Avec la capacité de se rapprocher de sa cible en quelques secondes, Barathrum le Brise-esprit est plus qu'un opposant pour quiconque.