A bright sword was stuck on the top of the mountain.
The tip of the sword was sticking into the slightly yellowed meadow, the sharp blade, shining like a pool of autumn water, was reflecting the vast ocean, and the hilt and hilt of the sword were blended into the endless sky.
It is such a sword that seems to penetrate the entire heaven and earth.
The blue lace with a lion head emblem wrapped around the hilt fluttered in the breeze, and the swaying and flowing feeling stirred up distant memories.
The wise and deep blue eyes were slightly narrowed, greedily taking in the scenery between heaven and earth into his pupils with great interest.
The middle-aged man wears a blue lion-head cloak with gold edges, and underneath the cloak is a shining golden helmet. This armor symbolizes the glory of an era, and also carries the shame of an era.
A pair of large hands, which had only recently become rough, touched the top of the hilt, holding the sharp sword. He stood proudly in the wind, like a stone sculpture.
"Your Majesty, it is already late."
"Anduin, guess what I'm looking at?" King Llane smiled, turned around and calmly asked his childhood friend, the former leader of the Storm Knights and now the commander-in-chief of the Alliance.
"Go across this sea, go forward, then southwest, turn southeast, and you will reach Stormwind City."
As Llane's best friend, Lothar easily guessed Llane's thoughts.
"Stormwind, that was the land we risked our lives to protect, and it was all our glory. When I knew that Stormwind could not be defended, I thought that my sword and I would be destroyed there. However, for Varian, I still stand here, looking at my sword in a strange land." Llane pulled the sword out of the ground. Even after such rough treatment, the sharp and tough blade did not show any wear.
With his backhand raised the tip of the sword high into the sky, Llane stared at his sword quietly.
A timid voice came from behind Llane and Lothar: "Father, are you saying that I have tarnished your glory?"
"No, that's not the case, Varian. True glory has never been the private property of one person or some people." Llane retracted his gaze. The Stormwind Golden Sword, which symbolized royal power and glory, looked extremely slender and solid in the sunset, as if it was this sword that supported the world.
Llane sheathed his sword and walked over to his lover and child.
The queen gave Varian a gentle push, allowing the young Varian to step forward.
Llane stroked Varian's little head lovingly, and his loving eyes seemed to travel through time.
"A thousand years ago, when the last heir of Emperor Thoradin was abandoned in the ruins of Stromgarde by the arrogant nobles who were eager to go to the rich land of Lordaeron, the first king of Stormwind Kingdom took that heir and led the abandoned poor people across half of the continent to the valley where Stormwind City is now. The first king made an oath, 'I swear to protect my people - keep them away from hunger and cold, keep them away from killing and disputes, and keep them away from the arrogance and greed of the nobles.'"
Llane's voice was low but had a strange ethereal quality, making everyone feel as if they were following his voice and traveling back to that bleak time.
"The ancestor did it. He forged the glory of Stormwind Kingdom in his own way. He also told the descendants what glory is in his own way. Before his death, he issued an imperial decree, asking every noble in the new kingdom to follow the spirit of chivalry: be humble and pious in heart and full of glory, be brave and courageous without fear of sacrifice, be compassionate to the world and be honest and fair. This is how Stormwind Kingdom established the country with military force and inherited the title with military merit. Unfortunately, most of the Stormwind nobles forgot all this, so I prefer to regard the fall of Stormwind City as the punishment of our ancestors for our loss of glory."
Young Varian nodded, not quite understanding.
"Fortunately, when the people of Stormwind were in the most desperate moment, I still had the help of your uncle Anduin and the genius Duke who suddenly emerged. This gave me the opportunity to make up for my mistakes and regain the lost glory of the kingdom. My personal glory is no longer important. My only hope is that the descendants of Wrynn can still remember their original intentions and pass on the glory of their ancestors. As long as they can do this, I will not have any regrets even if I die."
"Father! Yes! You will see the day when Stormwind is liberated." Varian said with great certainty.
"I hope so too. However, your uncle Anduin and I will eventually grow old. When that time comes, it will all depend on the efforts of you and brother Duke."
"Yes." The little prince nodded vigorously.
Looking out to sea, Llane's sight seemed to have crossed the horizon and reached the huge transport fleet traveling at high speed on the sea: "It all depends on tomorrow."
"Don't worry. With you, me, and Duke, we are both invincible!"
No one expected that just one day ago, in the wetlands, at a gathering attended by hundreds of thousands of orcs, someone uttered almost the same oath.
Orgrim Doomhammer stood on a high hill. In his sight, hundreds of thousands of orcs were trampling on the muddy land.
There are so many orcs that it looks like a bright green ocean.
This ocean breathes together, enjoys victory together, and shares a common destiny.
Every orc was looking forward to Orgrim's speech.
In the eyes of the orcs, even though the last Ironforge had not yet been captured, everyone believed that it was only a matter of time before Kilrogg*'s dead-eyed Bleeding Hollow clan would pull those damn dwarves out of the cave and kill them.
They have completely conquered this continent. Although there are better prey and more fertile land here than in their homeland, it is still far from enough to accommodate all the clans. In the eyes of the orcs, this is only enough for three large clans to thrive. But there are more than three large clans?
Orgrim smiled, then he raised his famous Doomhammer high up and roared to the sky:
"My people! Listen to me!"
Even the slightest commotion below disappeared, and every orc fell silent and turned their ugly faces with protruding fangs towards Orgrim.
"This world is very suitable for survival. We can rebuild our home here! We have already seized this land. This is a victory for the Horde! This is a victory for the orcs!"
There was an earth-shaking cheer from the crowd. Orgrim could only wait until the cheers died down before continuing.
"But this is not enough! Humans are not as weak as we think. They are very good at learning and are very skillful. After every failure, they will respond to our axes and hammers with a stronger attitude. Even if we have driven them out of this continent, they are still trying very hard to take back what once belonged to them. So, what we have to do is to destroy them! Wipe them out of this world!"
Orgrim raised his hammer and pointed it north!
"Orcs Lok'tar Ogar! To the north!"