4 years of the Dark Gate, one night. King Ryan was looking at www.biquge.info map in the war room of the Stormwind Palace.

"Tuk Tuk" "Come in! King Ryan's gaze remained on the map.

"How do you know it's me. Garona was confused.

"Everyone has been sent by me to defend the city, and at this time it is either you or Valea. Varian took Varian to the cathedral. The king raised his head and looked at Garona. "What is the matter?" asked the king.

"I've been to the walls, and the orcs are attacking the point where the walls connect with the valley. Garona's eyes were a little evasive.

"As I expected, I've told them to defend themselves there. For now, we can only do our best to hold on and wait for reinforcements. Ryan turned and continued to look at the map. "The fleet of the Western Wilderness is at least three days away. ”

"You ............" Garona, the orc, thrust the dagger given to her by Queen Varia, into Ryan's back. "Why?"

"You won't understand, Ryan!" Garona bowed to King Ryan's corpse and turned away.

Two days later, outside Stormwind, the orc camp.

"Damn humans will only hide within the walls!" Orgrim, the Hammer of Destruction, the new Grand Chief of the Horde, is furious inside his tent.

"This shit! I always have to do it myself!" said Orgrim as he slipped out of his tent. Left and right looking for something. "Zuluhid!" Orgrim spotted his target.

"Doomhammer!" Zuluhid didn't bow, and Doomhammer didn't care about that. Zuluhid himself was a chieftain, the head of the Dragonthroat Clan. He is also a shaman, the only shaman who still accompanies the tribe. Because of this ability, or what they might have to offer, the Hammer of Doom is very interested.

"Follow me and break down the walls of those men. Ogrim was not polite and said directly.

"Of course. Zuluhid nodded.

Stormwind Walls. Because the king was assassinated, the morale of the human race was greatly damaged, and the walls of the north and the mountain range were almost occupied by orcs who had secretly climbed up the mountain. It took a lot of effort for them to recapture it.

Lycette frowned tightly as she stood on the rampart and looked at the sea of green below. They let out an inexplicable roar and launched attack after attack on Stormwind. Lycette still didn't find any orc mages (warlocks). He breathed a sigh of relief. Hold out one more day, and the armies of the Wild West should be able to get here. But the nobles who fled....... Lycette slammed his fist into the wall. The debris fled after the king's assassination, taking with them a large part of the army and food. And took away the last ships left in the harbor! These miscellaneous pieces were no better than the orcs.

"Sir, the wall to the north, those debris are coming up again!"

"Knights, follow me!" Lester headed north with the Order's soldiers.

The northern wall connects to the northern mountains of Stormwind. The orcs climbed the mountain from somewhere and attacked from the mountain. Fortunately, there are not many of them. Captain Karls was in charge of the defense here.

"Shield!" Kars commanded loudly. "Stay in formation!"

"Drink!" the soldier roared and lined up three rows, shields touching each other to form a shield array.

"Push forward!" Kars stood in the front row. Observe the orcs through the gaps in their shields. The orcs had apparently seen the strength of the formation, and they stood still, waiting for more orcs to climb the walls.

"Speed up!" The formation quickly made contact with the first orc. The orc roared and swung his hammer and smashed it against the shield. The shield shook, and then rows of short swords stretched out, stabbing the orc into a hedgehog. More orcs roared and rushed forward. Most of them were armed with huge hammers. Every time the hammer collided with the shield, the soldier's arm behind the shield went numb.

"Tie!" another orc swung his hammer and smashed it against the shield. Kars struggled to keep his shield under his grasp, his arm almost unconscious.

"Stay in formation!" Kars shouted. An orc roared and slammed into his shield again, and the soldier behind him finally couldn't hold it anymore, he was knocked to the ground by a hammer, and his arm was deformed by the sound of bones breaking. One soldier after another was smashed to the ground by the powerful force of the orcs, and they were almost unable to hold on!

"Kars! it's me, Lesset!" came the sound of reinforcements from behind.

"Scatter!" the soldiers violently scattered to both sides, and the knights in the rear charged with neat steps. Even if they don't have horses, they can charge! They rush into the herd in a neat formation. The orcs finally found that they couldn't rush in. The orcs who were still on the mountain behind disappeared into the mountains.

"How's it going, Kars?" Lecette sniffed as she walked over to Kars.

"My arm is a little swollen, it's not a big deal, I'll find a pastor for treatment later. Kars paused, "Our losses are great, sir, can you send me two more companies?"

"I can't even send you one, Kars. Lester sighed. "After King Lane was assassinated, many of the miscellaneous escaped with part of his army. ”

"Those crumbs, as I said a long time ago, are moths of the kingdom!" Kars spat into the ground, "What then, sir, I need more men here." ”

"I can only hold on, Kars, and the reinforcements from the western wilderness will arrive here in less than a day. ”

"All right, sir. That's all there is to it!" Kars nodded helplessly.

The walls shook suddenly. "What's that!" the soldiers exclaimed, pointing to the bottom of the walls.

An orc, waving his hands, chanting aloud incantations of unknown significance. He was surrounded by rocks and dirt.

"I've never seen anything like it!" Lester muttered to himself. He'd seen the evil orc mages work their magic, and the orc magic was all green. The same green color as their skin.

The walls shook even more violently. Lester's face changed dramatically. Turning around and shouting, "Retreat, everyone, down the walls!" the soldiers had not yet reacted. There was a "boom", as if a large crater suddenly appeared in the ground, and the northern city wall sank sharply, and then fell towards the city. The human army watched all this dumbfounded.

When the smoke cleared, the orcs roared and swarmed their weapons from the crumbling walls into Stormwind.

Stormwind, breached!

"Well done, Zulushid. Ogrim complimented with a smirk of smirk.

"Nothing. Zuluhid gasped and was a little unsteady on his feet, he had barely been able to hold on to the entire spell. The elements here don't respond to his call like Draenor does.

"Now, let's destroy the city that stands in our way!" Orgrim shouted, raising his massive hammer and leading his army toward the city.