The sewers at the bottom of the Dark Temple, the canal that leads to the city by water, and the passage to the surface next to it, where Illidan's army reached through Akama's underground network.

"Akama, as long as the original plan is followed, I promise that you will be able to taste the wine of victory tonight, and your people will soon be turned around. Illidan said, "Kyle and Fasqi, remember your duty, and let the rest of your anger vent to the demons!"

Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar place, Akama's mind went back to a long time ago:

It was a beautiful day, and the people of Delaney, as usual mornings, went to the Chapel of the Holy Light to pray, but no one expected that disaster was coming.

As a garrison, Akama stood on the city wall and observed the crowd, in which his wife, Ciri, followed the crowd with her newborn baby in her arms. Although the world is peaceful and there is no fighting, as a soldier, you must always be at your post and ready to deal with anything that may endanger the population.

At noon, the city suddenly became dark and gloomy with dark clouds, and then a strong wind blew, and a flag broke and fell to the gates under the torn wind. The distant sky was covered in a cloud of dust, and dense shadows appeared in the dust.

"There's a situation! there's a large army coming this way!" shouted a sentry, and then blew the horn as a siren.

The sound of the horn echoed through the city, and the people of Delaney stopped their current movements when they heard the sound of the horn, and looked in the direction of the alarm with a surprised expression.

The earth began to shake, it was the intruders who were trampling the land, the dust filled the sky, and a huge stone fell from the sky, smashing the roof of the chapel, and the house shattered and smashed into the crowd. Then the boulders flew in one after another, and all at once they became a splash of rubble, and the people of Delaney realized that the war was coming, and fled in all directions in terror.

Before Akama could react, the people were accustomed to peaceful life, and the army was not ready for battle, but the crazy-eyed, drooling, fanged orcs under the walls were prepared, well-armed and equipped with all kinds of siege equipment.

"Orcs! Why has this race, which has always coexisted peacefully with us, suddenly become so terrifying...... Their skin color...... Why did it turn green?!" shouted a soldier trembling.

Orcs, a race that has never committed any offense against us, a peace-loving race, why is it attacking us?

He looked at the orcs beneath him, his gaze resting on an orc riding a black wolf, who was undoubtedly the leader of the army, with only one eye and a large barbed wooden rod in his hand.

Suddenly, the orc spotted him, and their eyes met, and the blood-red eyes were fierce and violent, like a hungry wave of dreads watching its prey, and this gaze pierced Akama's heart like a sharp sword, and he couldn't help but shiver and his scalp tingle.

The ensuing battle became more intense and tense, with a large number of Draeney soldiers dying valiantly, and the orcs shattered the fortified gates with the same frenzy and well-equipped equipment that feared death, and pounced on the unarmed civilians of the city like hungry beasts breaking out of their cages.

The inhuman orcs began to mercilessly kill the defenseless people, whether they were old people or children, and in an instant they wailed all over the wilderness, and the city of holy light instantly turned into an infernal hell.

Seeing this indescribable tragedy, seeing all the orcs without mercy or hesitation, only endless madness and bloodlust, Akama's mood turned from horror to anger, and he raised his war hammer and rushed towards this group of inhumane orcs.

The hammer smashed the head of an orc, who still had a violent expression on his face until he fell, and the surrounding orcs showed no emotion for the death of their companion and continued to wield their weapons.

"I'm going to kill all of you unscrupulous brutes!" Akama roared, the hammer smashing the heads of one orc after another, his armor covered in brains and blood, and hairs stuck to the hammer.

However, in the face of Akama's bravery and the fallen orcs, the other orcs did not show the slightest fear, and continued to attack him like machines.

As there were fewer and fewer companions around them, Akama and the other Dralanes fought and retreated, until they reached the inner city gate.

"Hold on, or the city will fall!" shouted Akama.

The city defenses, which had long been out of use, began to operate, and the turrets began to be used, temporarily slowing down the rhythm of the orc attack.

Beneath the walls, the orcs trampled the corpses of the dead Draenei, including the infant children, and Akama suddenly thought of his wife and children, wondering if they had escaped safely.

"Akama!"

"Akama!"

......

It took several times before Akama heard someone shouting for him, and he turned back to see that it was General Malad.

"The subordinates are here!"

"Akama, our current city defenses are unable to resist this crazy attack of the orcs, if the holy city is captured by them, with their brutality, there will be no prisoners, in order to prevent the extermination, you immediately lead the people to flee through the underground passages. ”

"But General, I want to stay and fight, and we will defeat them. ”

"It is a difficult battle to lead the people to flee, and I have made arrangements for each of your garrisons to take a group of people to escape, and the last one will be handed over to you. ”

"But...... I ......"

"This is an order, do you want to disobey it!"

Akama had no choice but to rush to the assembly site.

"Akama!" a voice in the crowd called out his name, and Akama immediately realized that it was his wife, Ciri.

"Ciri, great, you're still here. ”

"Originally, the general asked me to leave the last batch, but I wanted to stay and wait for you, and I was finally relieved to see you. ”

Looking at the tender eyes like water, and then looking at the sweet child sleeping in swaddling clothes, thinking of the people who died on the battlefield, a grief wet his eyes, but at this time he must be strong, he wiped away the unshed tears, and shouted to the people: "Everyone retreat with me, leave the green mountains without worrying about no firewood, although the holy city has fallen, but we will rebuild our homeland!"

According to his arrangement, the people entered the underground tunnel one after another.

At the same time, on the side of the city wall, there was a "bang", and the city gate collapsed, followed by earth-shattering shouts and bitter wails.

Akama glanced back, and one of the orcs had cut off the head of one of the Draeney soldiers with a blank face, and another Draeny soldier had been chopped down, and the orcs trampled their corpses with unusual pleasure.

Such a sight would make any Draenni angry and want to rush forward to avenge the desecration of their fellow orcs.

"You go first! I'll be there later. Akama shouted to the people he was escorting.

"But we have no weapons, no one to protect us. An old man said.

"Akama, what are you going to do?" asked Ciri.

"This path is safe, the orcs won't know about it, the Light will protect you, and I'm going back to let these bloodthirsty monsters get the punishment they deserve. ”

Angering him to forget his duty, he raised his hammer and rushed back, rushing into the orcs, smashing the orcs who had killed the Draenor soldiers with a single blow, and then slamming them into the other orcs. He kills so much that he forgets his paladin identity, and knows only killing like an avenger.

He killed this orc team, and the anger he had before gradually cooled down, and then he remembered his duty and hurried to the secret passage.

The rest of the sight was destined to make him regret and grieve for the rest of his life, the passage was not safe, the Holy Light did not shelter them, and the orcs finally discovered it, and all the people he escorted were lying in pools of blood, including his wife.

He shouted to the sky, "Holy Light, why did you abandon us, what did we do wrong?"

Tears turned into two rivers on his face, wetting his armor, and suddenly, a baby's cry rang out in the empty tunnel.

He wiped away his tears and walked over to the place where he sounded, and Ciri, lying in a pool of blood, clung to the swaddling baby as her child escaped the orc's killing.