When Farodis was troubled by the "fraudulent surrender", he did not know that on the other side of the world, an earth-shattering change was quietly happening. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Stormwind's crisis is coming.

On the endless sea, red tribal warships are heading towards the harbor of Stormwind, and two-headed flying dragons are also hovering over the harbor of Stormwind, and the tribe is attacking the capital of the Alliance.

Now, Monsoon, Farodis, and the leaders of the Alliance who have come to this era do not know that by the time they were considering dealing with Varian, the High Chief had passed through the portal and returned to the world 10,000 years later.

The Alliance and the Horde had worked together to overthrow Varian's rule, and now Varian had returned with a thunderbolt of unrivaled power.

And this time, he's going to lay siege to Stormwind!

In the epic Siege of Orgrimmar dungeon, we'll be pulled out of Varian's Heart of Ascha in the final stage, where we'll see the ports of Stormwind that have been corrupted purple by the Old Gods, and we'll see the corpses of Varian and the other leaders of the Alliance, and now, Varian is preparing to do it all.

If Orgrimmar symbolizes the heart of the Horde, then Stormwind is definitely the heart of the Alliance.

As Varian and the Alliance leaders travel to Monsoon's world in pursuit of Varian Hellroar, the war criminal, the former Grand Chief of the Azeroth Tribe, is sweeping through the impregnable city with a thunderbolt.

The tranquil land of the Eastern Kingdom has once again been shattered by outsiders.

The moon looked dull in the darkness of the night, obscured by dark clouds, making the night at sea even darker, and warships were approaching the royal city in the night.

Perhaps because after defeating Varian, the continent has been at peace for a long time, and during this time, the guards around the port of Stormwind have been removed a lot, except for the lighthouse outside the port, there is almost no lighting around the port, and in this case, the generals in the royal city can be said to be ignorant of the arrival of the tribe.

Little did they know that a crisis was looming.

The sea kept lapping against the Tribal warship, and looking into the distance, a hideous smile appeared on the corner of Varian's mouth, they were about to arrive.

"Malkorok, Kukaron Shaman, Nazgorin, Hesuo, we have arrived, the port of Stormwind is close at hand, the pain that the Alliance has inflicted on us, today we will return it to them, from today onwards, this will become the city of the Iron Tribe, and from this day on, the banner of the Horde will flutter on the walls of Stormwind."

At the front of dozens of tribal warships, the blue-purple skinned Varian looked at the port of Stormwind and laughed wildly, he could already predict the impending slaughter.

"The Horde will split the storm, no one can stop us, the Kukaron Guards can't wait to taste the blood of the Alliance soldiers, Great Chief, the time of belonging to the Orthodox Horde is coming."

No one adores Varian more than Malkorok, who is definitely Varian's most loyal lackey, waving his severed arm and roaring in a hideous manner.

"Very well, Malkorok, you are a general who is extremely loyal to the tribe."

Varian never boasted about people, but today he praised Malcorok rarely, and only the siege of Stormwind could make him so excited, maybe only when he inherited his father's blood roar and learned that he was a hero descendant.

"Shaman Kukaron, you take the Dark Shamans and Warlocks to attack the Mage District, Nazgorin, you and the Terracotta Army attack the Cathedral District, Hesuo, you deal with the mongrels in the Dwarven District, and you, Malkorok, are in charge of the Stormwind Fortress."

"Anduin Wrynn, this time, I'll pinch him to death!"

Varian roared with blood in his hand and commanded in a loud voice.

"Yes! Great Chief! ”

General Nazgorin, who had been resurrected by Varian through the dark spell of the Mogu Clan, bowed.

The tribal general, who once became as famous as Admiral Taylor, has now become an orc terracotta warrior, and eventually, in Varian's hands, the glorious general has also become a puppet.

Varian still talks about glory, but his so-called glory is no longer real glory, and perhaps it is more appropriate to call it "hegemony".

……

On the Lighthouse of Stormwind, the human scout was looking at the distant sea, and as on a normal day, he saw the surface of the sea without waves, the same as on a normal day.

As a veteran and an elite scout, he had great confidence in the security of Stormwind, in fact, he never thought anyone would dare to attack Stormwind's ports, so he didn't pay attention to the lookout at all, yawning, and he actually fell asleep.

It was precisely because of experience, rather than conscientiousness, that it could be said that the damage this veteran had inflicted on Stormwind was immeasurable, and it was not the rising sun that woke him up, but a huge steel meteor.

At the same time as a loud roar sounded, more than a dozen large ships in the port of Stormwind City were all blown to pieces by steel star bullets, and the flames soared into the sky, instantly reflecting the port of Stormwind City into a sea of fire.

With a total of more than fifty warships, thirty-two steel ships, dozens of steel starballs, and tens of thousands of elite tribal soldiers, when such a team charged from the port of Stormwind to Stormwind, no matter what the Alliance scout on the lighthouse wanted to do, it would be useless.

Standing on the lighthouse, the scout saw a dense crowd of tribal orc soldiers, constantly jumping out of the ships and rushing towards the four directions of Stormwind, which was an unrivaled force.

Ten thousand elites are enough to raze Stormwind to the ground.

You must know that no royal city will have a large military camp, and the guards in Stormwind City are only a few thousand.

The Alliance Army is partly in Westspring Fortress, partly in North County, and partly in Shining Gold, and if there are not enough defenders, if the Horde wants to go on a killing spree, it is guaranteed that within one night, Stormwind will completely fall and become the territory of the Horde.

"No, there are so many tribes that Woking actually took advantage of King Varian's no longer sending people to attack Stormwind? It's all my fault, if only I could have found out sooner, what now? ”

The scout blamed himself, but he couldn't do anything, and he didn't even know that it wasn't Woking, but Varian.

"For the Union! I can't die yet, the tribe will definitely lock down the city, if I can't get the news out as soon as possible, Stormwind will fall completely, yes, I have to get the news out. ”

After some thought, the scout gritted his teeth and crept down the lighthouse.

As a scout, he naturally has the skill of stealth, and at night, he sneaked into the sewers under the harbor and went out of the city, where he was going to move the rescuers.

(If you haven't played the siege of Ogur 5.4 epic mode, you may not understand this plot, explain, the world in the game is world one, and the world where the monsoon is located 10,000 years ago is world two, and Varian returned to world one after receiving the allegiance of the Mogu and elves in world two.) That is, 5.4 is over, 6.0 has not yet started this period, and now he is going to besiege Stormwind, which everyone can watch as the eve of 6.0. ）