Stormwind God

The sun is setting.

A bright sword stuck on the hill.

In the horizon.

The blade of the sword was in a slightly yellowed meadow, shining like an autumn water's sharp blade, reflecting the wide sea, and the sword's hilt blended into the endless sky.

It is such a sword, as if running through the world.

The blue band with the lion's head insignia wrapped around the hilt of the sword fluttered down the breeze, and the wagging sense of etherealness moved the distant memories.

The wise and deep blue eyes narrowed slightly, and he was interested in greedily ingesting the scenery between heaven and earth into his pupils.

The lion's head cloak of gold on a blue background was added to the middle-aged man. Under the cape was a set of shiny golden helmets, which symbolized the glory of an era and also branded the shame of an era.

A pair of big hands that have only become rugged only recently, stroking the top of the hilt and standing on the sharp sword. He stood upright in the wind, like a stone sculpture.

"Sir, it's late."

"Anduin, guess what I'm looking at?" King Ryan smiled and turned back to ask his childhood best friend, the former head of the Storm Knights, and the current league commander calmly.

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

Worthy of being Ryan's best friend, Lothar easily guessed Ryan's thoughts.

"Storm City, that was the land we bet on and our lives to protect, and it's all our glory. When I knew Storm City couldn't keep it, I used to think that I and my sword would be broken there. But For Varian, I'm still standing here, watching my sword in a strange land. "Lane pulled the sword out of the ground, and the sharp and formidable sword edge never had such rough treatment. The slightest wear and tear.

Raising the tip of the sword back to the sky, Ryan stared quietly at his sword.

A timid voice came from behind Ryan and Lothar: "Father, do you mean that I have defiled your glory?"

"No, that's not the case, Varian. Real glory has never been the property of someone, or someone." Ryan withdrew his sight, and the stormy golden sword symbolizing the power and glory of the king seemed slender and solid in the setting sun, as if It is this sword that supports the world.

Ryan also entered the sheath and walked over to his lover and children.

The queen pushed Varian a little and let the young Varian come forward.

Ryan caressed Varian's little head lovingly, and his loving eyes seemed to travel through time.

"A thousand years ago, when the last son of Emperor Thoradin was abandoned by the arrogant aristocrat who was anxious to travel to the rich Lordaeron, and was ruined by the remains of the rapids. The prince of the Storm Kingdom took the son and led the abandoned. Of poor people across most of the continent and came to the valley where Stormwind is now. Xianjun vowed 'I swear to protect my people-keep them away from hunger and cold, and save them from killing and strife , Away from the arrogance and greed of the nobility. '. "

Ryan's voice is low but has a strange empty inspiration, making everyone seem to follow his voice through the vast years.

"Xian Jun did it. He cast the glory of the Storm Kingdom in his way. He also told his descendants what glory is in his way. And he also issued an imperial order before the end of his life to let every new kingdom The aristocracy respects the spirit of chivalry—humility and pious heart full of glory, bravery and courage without fear of sacrifice, compassion for the world, and honesty and justice. This is the tradition of the kingdom of storms to establish the country by martial arts and to inherit the title of martial arts. Unfortunately, most of the original The aristocracy of Stormwind has forgotten all this, so I prefer to regard the fall of Stormwind as the punishment of our ancestors for the loss of glory. "

The young Varian nodded indifferently.

"Fortunately, when the people of the Storm Kingdom were most desperate, I had the help of your uncle Anduin, and the untimely wizard Duke who was born, which gave me the opportunity to make up for my mistakes and find them. The lost glory of the kingdom. My personal glory is no longer important. My only hope is that the descendants of Wrynn can still forget the original intention and inherit the glory of the prince. As long as it can be done, I will die. And there will be no remorse. "

"Father! Yes! You will see the day when Stormwind is restored." Varian said resolutely.

"I hope so too. However, your uncle Anduin and I will eventually grow old. By that time, it will depend on your efforts and your brother Duke."

"Um." The little prince nodded strongly.

Looking out at the sea, Lane's sight seemed to cross the sea level line, and reached the huge transport fleet passing by at high speed on the sea: "It depends on tomorrow."

"Rest assured, there is you, there is me, there is Duke! Whether it is the Storm Kingdom or the Alliance, it is invincible!"

No one expected that just a day ago, in the wetland, at the party where hundreds of thousands of orcs participated, someone made nearly the same vow.

Orgrim * Hammer of Destruction stands on a high hill, and in his vision, hundreds of thousands of orcs step on the muddy land.

There are so many orcs. Looking back, this is a bright green ocean.

This ocean breathes together, enjoying victory together, enjoying a common destiny.

Every orc looked forward to Orgrim's speech.

In the eyes of the orcs, although there is still the last Ironforge that has not been captured, everyone believes that the blood ring clan of Kilrogg's dead eye has taken the group of dead dwarves out of the cave and killed them. It is only a matter of time. problem.

They have completely conquered the continent. Although there are better prey and richer land than their hometown, this is still not enough to accommodate all the clans. From the perspective of the orcs, this was just enough for the three large clans to thrive. But more than three large clans?

Orgrim laughed, and then he lifted up his extremely famous [Destruction Hammer] and yelled:

"My people! Listen to me!"

Even a little of the turmoil below disappeared, and each of the orcs quieted down and turned his ugly face full of fangs towards Orgrim.

"This world is perfect for survival. We can rebuild our home here! And we have captured this land. This is a tribal victory! This is an orc victory!"

There was a sudden burst of cheering. Orgrim had to wait for the cheer to stop, before he could continue.

"But this is not enough! Humans are not as weak as we think. They are very good at learning and skilled. After each failure, they will deal with our tomahawks and sledgehammers with a stronger attitude, even if we have driven them out. On this continent, they are still working very hard to recapture those things that once belonged to them. So, all we have to do is wipe them out! Wipe them out in this world! "

Orgrim turned his hammer and pointed straight north!

"Orcs-north facing-offensive-" (To be continued.)