The sun was setting.
A bright sword was inserted into the hilltop.
In the field of vision.
The tip of the sword was stabbed into the slightly yellowed meadow. The sharp blade, which shone like a pool of autumn water, reflected the vast sea, while the hilt of the sword blended into the endless sky.
It was as if the sword had pierced through the entire world.
The blue ribbon on the hilt with the emblem of a lion's head fluttered in the breeze, and the swaying elegance reminded one of a distant memory.
The wise and deep blue eyes were squinting slightly, greedily absorbing the scenery between heaven and earth into his pupils.
The middle-aged man was wearing a blue lion's head cloak with golden edges. Under the cloak was a shiny golden helmet, which symbolized the glory of an era, as well as the shame of an era.
A pair of large hands that had only recently become rough touched the top of the sword hilt, holding the sharp sword. He stood upright in the wind like a stone statue.
"Your Majesty, it's getting late."
"Andoine, guess what I'm looking at?" King Laing smiled and turned around to ask his childhood friend, the former leader of the Storm Knights, and the current Commander-in-Chief of the Alliance.
"After crossing this sea, head forward, then southwest, then southeast, where Stormwind City is."
Lothar was indeed worthy of being Laing's best friend. He easily guessed Laing's thoughts.
"Stormwind City is the land that we once risked our lives to protect. It's also our glory. When I knew that Stormwind City could not be defended, I thought that my sword and I would be destroyed there. However, for the sake of Varian, I'm still standing here, looking at my sword in a foreign land. " Laing pulled the sword out of the ground. The sharp and tough blade did not show the slightest bit of damage even though it had been through such rough treatment.
Laing raised the tip of the sword to the sky and stared at it quietly.
A timid voice came from behind Laing and Lothar. "Father, are you saying that I've tarnished your glory?"
"No, it's not like that, Varian. True glory is never a person, or a person's private property. " Laing retracted his gaze. The Storm Golden Sword that symbolized royal power and glory looked extremely slender and sturdy in the setting sun. It was as if the sword was supporting a part of the world.
Laing sheathed the sword and walked over to his lover and child.
The queen gave Varian a gentle push, allowing the young Varian to step forward.
Laing caressed Varian's head lovingly. His loving gaze seemed to have traveled through time.
"A thousand years ago, when the last son of Thoradin The Great was abandoned in the ruins of the Torrent Castle by the arrogant nobles who were eager to go to the rich land of Lordaeron. The late king of Stormwind brought his son and led the abandoned poor people across half of the continent to the valley where Stormwind City is now. The late king made a vow: 'I swear to protect my people, to keep them away from hunger and cold, to keep them away from killing and strife, and to keep them away from the arrogance and greed of the nobles.' "
Laing's voice was deep, but there was a strange sense of emptiness that made everyone feel as if they had traveled through time with his voice.
"The late king did it. He forged the glory of Stormwind in his own way. He also used his own way to tell the later generations what glory was. Before he died, he also issued an imperial order for every noble in the new kingdom to follow the spirit of chivalry — to be humble and devout, full of glory, not afraid of sacrifice, brave and resolute, compassionate, and honest. That was how Stormwind came to be founded with military might and the tradition of inheriting titles through military merit. It's a pity that most of the nobles in Stormwind have forgotten all of this. Hence, I'm more willing to see the fall of Stormwind City as a punishment from our ancestors for losing our glory. "
The young William nodded as if he understood.
"Fortunately, when the people of Stormwind were at their most desperate, I still had your Uncle Andoine and the unparalleled genius Duque to help me. This gave me the opportunity to make up for my mistake and recover the lost glory of the kingdom. My personal glory is no longer important. My only hope is that the descendants of Orion will not forget their original intention and pass on the glory of the late king. As long as I can do it, I won't have any regrets even if I die. "
"Father! You will! You will see the day when Stormwind City is restored, "William said with absolute certainty.
"I hope so too. However, your Uncle Duque and I will eventually grow old. When that time comes, it will depend on your and Brother Duque's hard work. "
"Yes." The young prince nodded vigorously.
Looking at the sea, Laing's vision seemed to penetrate the horizon and reach the huge transport fleet that was traveling at high speed on the sea. "It all depends on tomorrow."
"Don't worry, there's you, there's me, there's Duque! Whether it's Stormwind City or the Alliance, we are invincible! "
No one would have thought that just a day ago, at the wetland, at the gathering of hundreds of thousands of Orcs, someone would say something that was almost the same.
Orgrim Doomhammer stood on a high hill. In his vision, hundreds of thousands of Orcs stepped on the muddy ground.
There were so many Beastmen that it looked like a bright green ocean as far as the eye could see.
This ocean breathed together, enjoyed the victory together, and enjoyed the same fate.
Every Orc was looking forward to Orgrim's speech.
In the eyes of the Orcs, even though there was still the last Iron Furnace Fort that had not been conquered, everyone believed that it was only a matter of time before Kilrogg Deadeye's Bloodring Clan dragged those damned dwarves out of the cave and killed them.
They had completely conquered this continent. Although there was better prey and more fertile land here than in their homeland, it was still far from enough to accommodate all the clans. In the eyes of the Orcs, this was only enough for three large clans to thrive. But how could there only be three large clans?
Orgrim laughed. Then, he raised his famous [Doomhammer] up high and roared towards the sky.
"My people! Listen to me! "
The commotion below disappeared. Every Orc quietened down and turned their ugly faces full of protruding fangs towards Orgrim.
"This world is very suitable for survival. We can rebuild our homeland here! And we have already conquered this land. This is the victory of the Horde! This is the victory of the Orcs! "
Suddenly, a burst of earth-shattering cheers erupted from below. Orgrim could only wait for the cheers to die down before he continued.
"But, this is not enough! Humans are not as weak as we thought. They are very good at learning and have many tricks up their sleeves. Every time they lose, they will become stronger to deal with our axes and hammers. Even though we have chased them out of this continent, they are still trying very hard to take back what once belonged to them. So, what we need to do is to destroy them! To wipe them out from this world! "
Orgrim raised his warhammer and pointed it towards the north!
"Orcs – North – Attack –"
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