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A bright sword stuck in the mountain.

In the horizon.

The tip of the sword was a slightly yellowed meadow, the sharp blade shining like a pool of autumn water reflecting the vast sea, and the hilt of the sword merged into the endless canopy.

It is such a sword, as if it runs through the whole heaven and earth.

The blue strap with the lion's head emblem on the hilt of the sword flutters in the breeze, and the sense of grace and grace of the swaying sensation evokes distant memories.

The wise and deep blue eyes narrowed slightly, and they were interested in greedily ingesting the scenery between heaven and earth into their pupils.

A lion's head cloak with gold trim on a blue background is added to the middle-aged man's body, and under the cloak is a set of shining gold helmets, which symbolizes the glory of an era and also imprints the shame of an era.

A pair of large hands, which had only recently become rough, touched the top of the hilt, and stood sharp swords. He stood proudly in the wind, like a stone sculpture.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late. ”

"Anduin, guess what I'm looking at?" King Ryan smiled and calmly asked his childhood friend, former head of the Storm Knights and now commander of the Alliance.

"Cross the sea, forward, southwest, turn southeast, where Stormwind is. ”

True to be Ryan's best friend, Lothar easily guessed Ryan's thoughts.

"Stormwind, the land we gambled our lives to protect, is all our glory. When I knew that Stormwind couldn't hold it, I thought I and my sword were going to break there. But, for Varian's sake, I still stood here, watching my sword in a strange land. Ryan pulled his sword out of the ground, and the sharp, tough blade had not been worn out in the slightest, even after such rough treatment.

With his backhand raised the tip of his sword high into the air, Ryan stared silently at his sword.

A timid voice came from behind Ryan and Lothar, "Father, are you saying that I have tarnished your glory?"

"No, it's not like that, Varian. True glory is never the property of one person or another. Ryan retracted his gaze, and the golden sword of the storm, which symbolized royal power and glory, looked extremely slender and solid in the setting sun, as if it was this sword that supported the heavens and the earth.

Ryan returned the sword to the sheath and walked over to his lover and child.

The queen nudged Varian and let the young Varian step forward.

Ryan caressed Varian's little head lovingly, his loving gaze as if he had traveled through time.

"A thousand years ago, when the last of the sons of Emperor Soladin was abandoned in the ruins of Riptide Castle by the arrogant nobles eager to travel to the rich lands of Lordaeron. The Tempest Ancestor took that heir and led the poor and abandoned people across most of the continent to the valley where Stormwind is now located. The Prophet made an oath: 'I swear to protect my people—to keep them from hunger and cold, from slaughter and strife, from the arrogance and greed of the nobility.' ’。 ”

Ryan's voice was low but had a strange ethereal inspiration, making everyone seem to follow his voice through that vast period of time.

"The Ancestor did it, and he forged the glory of the Stormwind Kingdom in his way. He also told posterity in his way what glory is. On his deathbed, he decreed that every nobleman of the new kingdom should observe the spirit of chivalry—humble and glorious, brave and resolute without sacrifice, merciful and honest and just. This is the tradition of the Storm Kingdom to establish a country with martial arts and inherit the title with martial arts. Unfortunately, most of the Stormwind nobles have forgotten all of this, so I'd rather see the fall of Stormwind as the Ancestors' punishment for our lost glory. ”

Young Varian nodded as if he didn't understand.

"Luckily, at a time when the people of the Stormwind Kingdom were at their most desperate, I also had the help of your Uncle Anduin and the unborn wizard Duke, who gave me that opportunity to make amends for my mistakes and reclaim the Kingdom's lost glory. My personal glory is no longer important, and my only hope is that the descendants of the Urian bloodline will still be able to remember their original intention and pass on the glory of their ancestors. As long as I can do it, even if I die, I will not have any regrets. ”

"Father, you will, you'll see the day Stormwind is restored. Varian said with great certainty.

"I hope so, too. However, your Uncle Anduin and I will eventually grow old, and it will be up to you and Brother Duke to do their best. ”

"Hmm. The little prince nodded vigorously.

Looking at the sea, Ryan's gaze seemed to cross the horizon and reach the huge fleet of transport ships that were moving at high speed across the sea: "It's up to tomorrow." ”

"Don't worry, with you, with me, with Duke! Whether it's the Stormwind Kingdom or the Alliance, it's invincible!"

No one expected that just a day earlier, in the wetlands, at that gathering of hundreds of thousands of orcs, someone had made almost the same oath.

Orgrim's Hammer of Doom stood on a high hill, and in his field of vision, hundreds of thousands of orcs trampled on the muddy ground.

The number of orcs is so large that as far as the eye can see, it is a sea of bright green.

This ocean breathes together, enjoys victory together, and enjoys a common destiny.

Every orc was eagerly awaiting Orgrim's speech.

In the eyes of the orcs, although the last of the Ironforge Fortress has not yet fallen, it is believed that it is only a matter of time before the Bloodring Clan of Kilrog* Deadeye pulls the group of dead dwarves out of the cave and kills them.

They have conquered the continent once and for all, and while there is better prey and more fertile land than their homeland, it is still far from enough to contain all the clans. In the eyes of the orcs, this was only enough for three large clans to thrive. But how many large clans are three?

Orgrim laughed, and then, he raised his incomparably famous Hammer of Doom into the air and let out a roar:

"My people!

Even the slightest commotion below was gone, and every orc fell silent, turning their ugly faces full of protruding fangs towards Orgrim.

"This world is perfect for survival, we can rebuild our home here! and we have taken this land, this is a victory for the tribes! This is a victory for the orcs!"

An earth-shattering cheer erupted below. Orgrim could only wait for the cheers to subside and finally stop before continuing.

"But that's not enough! Humans are not as weak as we think, they are very good at learning and skillful, and after every defeat they will come back to our tomahawks and sledgehammers, and even if we have driven them out of this continent, they are still trying very hard to reclaim what was once theirs. So, all we're going to do is we're going to wipe them out, we're going to wipe them out of the world!"

Orgrim raised his hammer and pointed north!

"Orcs - Towards the North - Attack - " (To be continued.) )