The death of the demigod mage guardian Medivan, the initial completion of the Dark Gate that invaded the continent of the Eastern Kingdom, and the unfolding of the first large-scale confrontation between the Horde and the Alliance, the Battle of Karllu, bathed in the blood of countless humans and orcs, have taken place in this year that will be remembered by future generations.

It can be said that the next important node that swept the planet Azeroth, and even affected the future fate of countless races in the universe, began from this year.

Countless historians who have studied the history of the planet Azeroth in later generations also began to abandon the private calendars of the previous human kingdoms and races on Azeroth, and named the "Dark Age" the short period from the first opening of the Dark Gate to the later Holy Arath's Empire

Excerpt from "The Historical Texts of the Draenei"

Dark Age 01.

The guardian is dead, the evil power should stand, the orcs of destiny will rule Azeroth!

"Whew!"

The high-pitched sound of the horn of the beast bone echoed across the battlefield.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! ”

Accompanied by the sound of shaman's war drums, one buff after another was released on the strong physique of the orc warriors.

In front of these orc men with arms who can walk horses, there is a real spread of the earth, holding rudimentary weapons, shorter than half a body than them, like a green wave of orc hard labor cannon fodder, they are about to be the vanguard, to use their own lives, to wipe out all kinds of magic traps and defensive spells on the human defense line.

This majestic army, lined up in a scattered and massive phalanx of orcs, drove out of the Twilight Dawn Forest and came in front of the tight human defenses.

"Warriors of the tribe, our homeland has become more and more **."

Holding a war hammer that is bigger than a wolf's head, the first generation of the tribe is the leader of the black hand, and is at the core of the army.

"For the sake of the survival of the race, we need this new land to thrive."

In front of this bald big chieftain with a bone spur battle flag on his back and pimple muscles all over his body, there were nearly 20 warrior leaders of the orc tribe, these sturdy orc men, each holding a thick and large weapon, gasping for breath in his nostrils, just waiting for the big dragon head black hand to give an order.

"I will lead you to destroy these weak and hateful natives!"

Fierce eyes stared at the most powerful warriors of the tribes in front of them, and the black hand raised the warhammer and swung it fiercely into the sky.

"Boom!"

The weapon of the Great Chieftain, the peak of the hero rank, directly pierced the air, emitting a deafening roar.

"Warriors of the Horde, attack!"

With the roar of the Great Chief, the warrior leaders of these tribes rushed to the front of the various tribal phalanxes like lightning, with them as the core, the huge orc army was divided into more than twenty different attack phalanxes, from all directions, without concealing their movements, rushing towards the human defense line

By the time the Horde's army reached the Karl Road Line, it was thirteen days after Medivan's fall.

However, in the face of an army of more than one million orcs, even if more than 20 human soldiers have now gathered in the Karl Road human defense line, the high-level leaders of the Storm King ** team still feel that this preparation time is extremely short.

Because, except for the regular army and the noble private army of the Twelve Storm Kingdoms at the beginning, most of the human reinforcements that came to the aid during this period were just the militias that were superficially armed and vulnerable in the surrounding noble territories and the territories directly under the kingdom.

Coupled with the unexpected fall of Medivan, the demigod guardian who was the biggest backer of their victory, almost all the human high-level leaders, including the native powerhouses of the Storm Kingdom, did not have any hope of victory in this war.

"Karen, this is a decision I had to make!"

King Ryan, dressed in full body armor, led a group of noble generals, stood on the lookout in the center of the defensive line, stared at the endless green wave on the opposite side without changing his face, and then turned to look at Karen, and said heavily.

Commander Lothar's weapon, the Great Royal Sword, unexpectedly continued to release powerful energy after his return, seemingly transforming and improving Lothar's body, causing our Commander to know that he still hadn't woken up.

"Without the help of the Guardians, our goal is no longer to defeat these evil invaders."

"With the help of Council Tirisfa, we are able to resist the Greenskinned Strong."

Although Medivan fell, the twelve hero-level ** masters of the Tirisfa Council that he brought before were still a very powerful force, because of the butterfly effect brought by the Messiah, this powerful spellcaster organization that created the second-order mid-rank powerhouse demigod guardian, was not destroyed in advance by Medivan after being possessed by Sargeras, which greatly flattened the gap between the high-end forces of the two sides.

"But the gap between our ordinary soldiers and orc warriors is too big!"

"We are not doomed to victory!"

The king's voice was deep and firm, as he said, on the ordinary level, a fully armed human soldier can only fight against two orc laborers, and the upper level of the orc warrior needs several well-coordinated human soldiers to destroy. Faced with a tribe of orcs who far outnumbered human soldiers by more than ten times, Ryan had to compromise with the other nobles and make a difficult decision.

"However, we shouldn't give up on the civilians outside the royal capital of Stormwind! Having lost the protection of the army, they faced the orcs"

Cullen said bitterly, as a holy warrior who believed in the Cross Cult of Benevolence, he really couldn't agree with the decision made at the meeting just now.

Standing on the other side of Karen, an earl of the kingdom stepped out, in a condescending tone.

"Lord Karen, you must know that you are the bloodline of the most noble Anduin family in the human race, and like us, you are born nobles."

"We nobles have sheltered those untouchables for thousands of years, and now, it is time for them to sacrifice for the continuation of our family."

Yes, just now, in the face of unimaginably powerful orcs, the high-ranking nobles of the kingdom gathered here have decided to abandon all civilians outside the capital area of Stormwind City, and through magic communication, they immediately ordered that the nobles and transcendent powerhouses scattered throughout the country immediately gather in Stormwind City, relying on the magical fortifications that have been continuously strengthened for thousands of years, to resist the invasion of the orcs.

To be fair from a neutral point of view, this method is indeed the most suitable method for resisting orcs in the Storm Kingdom at present, because in a different world with real spells and individual strongmen who are far more than ordinary people, any guerrilla warfare, tunnel warfare and other methods of national resistance, and the defeat of a weak country over a strong country are not applicable.

These nobles and transcendents, as the masters of the Stormwind Kingdom, could not give up the continuation of their own family, and led the civilians to fight dog holes and drill into the mountains and forests to fight against the orcs.

In the final analysis, the so-called virtues of these nobles are just for the same aristocratic transcendents as them, and the Stormwind Kingdom is still a backward feudal world in essence.

Abandoning tens of millions of civilians, concentrating hundreds of thousands of kingdom nobles and transcendents with extraordinary powers, and using the fortified Storm King City as the core of resistance is indeed the most effective way to fight against the orcs.

"Alright, don't say any more."

Seeing Karen's pain, King Ryan waved his hand and stopped the count's nobleman's words.

This wise feudal leader is not unsympathetic to those commoners, but in this transcendent world, although the common people are important, those nobles with extraordinary power are the real foundation of the kingdom, for their own throne, for the survival of the royal family of the Storm Kingdom, His Majesty Ryan is also very helpless.

"Everyone, lead your men and fight against the orcs!"

The monarch of the kingdom had seen the tide of orc armies in front of him, rushing towards the defensive line.

"It will take enough time for the forces from all over the kingdom to converge on Stormwind."

"And we need to buy that time now!"

Unlike the stormy, nay, and perhaps now a bloody battle had begun, the city of Messiah, the religious city founded by the Messiah on the shores of the western wilderness, was still bathed in the peaceful light of Yahweh.

"This is one of the fundamental contradictions between the Cross Church and these old nobles!"

Sitting in the Holy City of Messiah, the Holy Messiah in the prayer room of the Basilica of Holy Yahweh, looking at the real-time projection in front of him as a virtual image of Karen's current experience.

Turning his head to the Glory Priest standing beside him, St. Paul said.

"In the eyes of these old aristocrats, transcendents and nobles are beings above ordinary commoners."

"But in the eyes of the supreme Yahweh, every believer who believes in the Lord, whether he is an ordinary man or a transcendent being, whether he is a commoner or a nobleman!"

The white-robed priest stared at the only heroic priest in the church besides him, one of the first three disciples.

"Except for the acquired pious beliefs and their respective contributions, they will be treated equally in nature!"

St. Paul, who was born as an orphan himself, silently reviewed in his heart the history of the founding of the city of Messia, in this religious city headed by the church, except for the clergy of the church, the other believers did not have such strict class divisions as the outside world, and they sincerely bowed to their chests.

"Indeed, Great Holy See!" 2k reading web