On the day the orcs laid siege to Shattrath City, the whole sky was crying.

Months ago, the rain had been graceful in the land of the Draenei, but now, like this nightmarish war, the clouds rolled furiously over their heads, and the drizzle of the Light turned into a torrential rain that washed over the city and the armies beyond the walls, both sides watching, waiting.

There were at least a thousand of them, Nobundon thought emotionlessly as he stood on the towering inner wall. In the distance, under the shimmering trees of the Telloka Forest, many figures were busy. If the orcs had taken the time to plan more seriously for this attack, they should have cleared the entire forest, but in the past few days, the orcs no longer cared about the strategy of battle, they only cared about the excitement and satisfaction of fighting and bloodshed.

Tymor fell, as did Carabo. The magnificent city of the many Draenei is now in ruins. Shattrath was the last left.

The orcs slowly gathered into battle positions, reminiscent of a viper curling its body and waiting to deliver the final blow to its prey...... This blow will undoubtedly be the end of the Shattrath Guards.

There is no way we will survive.

He and the people gathered here tonight know that very well. They volunteered to stay and fight in this final battle. Their inevitable defeat will appease the orcs and make them think they have wiped out all of the Draenei. Those who leave in search of refuge will survive, and when one day they are strong enough, they will come back to defeat them.

So be it. My soul will live forever as a part of the glory of the Light.

Nobalton bravely straightened up, his strong, muscular frame ready for a challenge. His heavy tail wagged restlessly, his weight evenly pressed against his lion-strong legs, and his hooves almost made marks on the stone floor. He took a deep breath and gripped his light-blessed crystal hammer tightly.

But I'm not going to go quietly.

He and the other defenders, the Holy Warriors of the Light, will fight to the end. He glanced at his brother standing in the aisle of the city wall. Like him, they stood cold and determined. Quietly await the inevitable doom.

Outside the city, the planes arrived: catapults, rams, trebuchets - all of the planes that had been seen in past sieges briefly appeared under the shimmering trees of Tongguò. Their heavy fuselage creaked. Moaning ominously. They slowly moved into a position where they could attack the walls.

Sporadic drums sounded, and soon more and more drums joined in, and the whole forest seemed to come alive. At first, the beat of the drum was as soft as a drizzle, but soon the drum beat turned into thunder. Nobalton prayed softly, begging the Light to give him strength.

A deep and long thunderstorm rolled over the thick dark clouds. mingled with the frenzied drums of the city. For a moment, Nobalton thought that the Light would answer his prayers, that it would display unimaginable power and wrath, and that the magnificent Divine Fire would wipe out these savage and bloodthirsty armies from his face.

A force did follow, but it was not the Holy Light.

Thunder rolled in the dark clouds, the clouds twisted and swirled, and then, the flames roared like meteors and burst into the earth with terrifying power.

A flame grazed him in a thrilling way, leaving only a deafening roar in his ears. The flames effortlessly crashed into the walls that stood in its way, and the walls instantly turned into countless flying debris and wreckage. As if waiting for this signal, the orcs outside the city began to charge, and a creepy battle roar flooded the entire city, their actions with only one purpose: to destroy the qiē that stood in their way.

The rain was heavier, and the façade trembled under the bombardment of huge rocks thrown by catapults. Nobordon knew that the façade would not last long. They were built in such a hurry: the walls built on the subsidence were only completed in the last few years as a necessary defense against the Orcs' systematic extermination of their people, and the city did indeed become their last bastion.

A few ogres flocked to a section of the city wall that had been crumbling due to the meteor attack. The other two stout beasts slammed into the gates of the city with huge battering rams.

Nobaldon's companions unleashed several attacks on the enemy, but they knocked down each one. Two other enemies will make up for it. The damaged walls began to crumble completely. At the other end of the wall, a flood of crazy orcs roared, driven by bloodthirsty rage over the top of the wall one by one.

The moment has finally come. Nobalton raised his hammer to the sky, and he closed his eyes. Take the roaring noise of the battlefield out of consciousness. His consciousness called out loudly, and his body felt the warmth of the familiar light. The warhammer began to glow, and he focused on channeling the blessed, pure power of light into the hordes of ogres beneath the city.

A blinding flash of light briefly illuminated the battlefield, and the orcs stopped roaring where the light pointed. They were so dizzy that they couldn't speak, and as they faltered, several draenei warriors knocked down a giant ogre.

However, Nobalton's short-lived pleasure was soon shattered by the sound of wood cracking: a final successful blow to the city gates. Nobalton watched as the ghetto guards ran to stop the surging orcs and ogres, but they were almost immediately overwhelmed by the flood of enemies. Nobaldon summoned the Light again, channeling it to anyone he could help, but the enemy was too strong. Every time he healed a wounded Draenei, a few seconds later, that person would be subjected to another brutal and bestial attack.

More ogres ran to destroy the crumbling façade, and they were almost squeezing over it, the guards outnumbered and trapped.

The orcs are mad, they are intoxicated with bloodthirsty frenzy. As they crowded the outer ring of the city, Nobalton could see their eyes: their terrible eyes glowed, and crimson fury burned inside, as if they had been controlled by some spell. Nobalton and the other apologists changed tactics and no longer used the Holy Light to heal but to purify. Once again, the city was bathed in brilliant light, and the crimson glow in the eyes of the orcs who had been struck by the light suddenly dimmed, and their progress gradually stopped, and soon they were scattered by the remaining Draenei warriors.

The walls trembled, and Nobaldon's hooves slid across the rain-soaked ground. He steadied himself, and under the walls, an ogre was smashing the base of the wall with a stick as thick as a tree trunk. Noupoton raised his hammer to the sky and closed his eyes, but his attention was quickly distracted by another voice......

This time it wasn't an ogre, but an explosion somewhere under the walls that he couldn't see, and the impact threw Nobordon off balance. He rolled to the side, and at the wall he saw a scarlet mist rushing into the slums. The few guards who remained there immediately felt suffocated and disgusted, and they dropped their weapons one after another. The savage orcs quickly routed the sick soldiers and began to kill as much as they wanted.

When the massacre was over, they forgot in anger, and under the impetus of **, they began to frantically tear the limbs of the guards on the city walls. Even a few orcs climbed onto the ogre's back and measured the entire skin ripped from the guard. Their unbridled atrocities are appalling. By this time, the fog had filled the entire slum and was slowly rising, and the fog obscured the hellish madness underground.

There was a commotion behind Nobordon. Several orcs who had crossed the inner ring of defenses were roaring and rushing towards him.

The walls shuddered again, and Nobalton cursed the ogres beneath them, no doubt they had run back to tear down the walls. As Nobalton prepares to face the impending attack, another meteor roars down from the sky.

He channeled the power of the Light's wrath into the head-on orcs. The green beast's red eyes suddenly shrank and dimmed. Nobalton picked up the crystal hammer and smashed it straight into the orc's skull, then jerked upwards and swung it hard to the left, and he was content to hear the orc's ribs shatter. As soon as he turned, the hammer arced down and smashed into the other orc's leg, knocking his kneecap off. The beast howled in pain and fell off the wall.

The fog continued to rise, rolling over the rocks like a carpet over them. They fought as the fog rose to the chests of Nobordon and his fellow defenders, and then it finally reached their faces, irritating their eyes and burning their lungs.

Nobalton heard the cries of death from several of his companions, but he could see nothing in the scarlet fog. Luckily, the blows weren't too heavy, and he tripped over the steps behind him, and immediately vomited uncontrollably. It felt like his skull was about to burn.

Then he heard a terrifying battle roar coming from beyond the fog that made him feel cold.

A shadow approached him. Nobalton's body conjured spasmodically, and he struggled to see. Holding his breath desperately, he stepped out of the fog with a tattooed body and eyes burning terribly...... A tall orc, clutching a twisted and wicked two-handed axe, covered in the distinctive blue blood of the Draenei, approached him with a fierce breath...... The orc's raven-colored hair clung to his thick chest and shoulders, and his jaw was black as if it had been smeared with asphalt, making his face look like a skeleton.

Behind the orc, dozens of orcs were rushing forward. Nobordon understood that the war was coming to an end soon. (To be continued.) )