Arelia didn't return to Stormstorm as she claimed. As soon as she walked out of the Cathedral of Light, she began to run wildly, through the streets of Stormwind, towards the tall gates. Her steps were swift and silent. Some pedestrians on the road looked at her stupidly, wondering why she was running so fast on such a rainy day. She ignored the gazes of the passers-by and ran straight through the gate into the vast forest ahead. She kept running until she saw a break and didn't stop. Beneath the thick branches, Arelia sat down on the rain-soaked ground.

She felt cold, and her clothes were already soaked in the rain, but she didn't pay attention to the discomfort.

÷ love was worse than what she feared.

How dare an ordinary human being speak at length about her without thinking? In front of her, Tulayan was nothing more than an impolite and noisy child. Even though she thought so, she knew it was all wrong.

Although compared to her, Tulayan is indeed small and pitiful. But among men, he was still a man, a kind, cautious and intelligent man.

And there was a moment when Arelia thought she loved him. Although it seems like it was a long time ago.

Arelia let out a low roar, resting her clenched fist on her chest, as if to warn it not to be softened by her feelings.

Her fingertips touched the delicate silver necklace she wore around her neck, set with three precious stones. It was left to her by her parents, the only connection she had to there. It was a beautiful, quiet and harmonious place, and it was also a place that had been invaded by orcs.

The trees here are completely different from those in the Yongge Forest. She thought back to the old trees with their golden leaves, and she remembered the scene they used to play together on the branches: she. Her sisters, as well as ...... Arelia closed her eyes and whispered a name. "Relas ......"

Her youngest brother. She remembered what he had been when she had last seen him. He was so handsome, smiling happily. Dance to the light sound of a bagpiper. He was so young. He used to want to be a ranger, just like his sisters. But now, she's completely chilled. Arelia knew that her brother could only live forever in her heart, a part of the memories of the past.

∞ people killed him, and his hopeful life was snuffed out, like a flame being extinguished by life. They also killed many, many others, including many of her relatives. And some of her friends. She had known these people for a long time, long before Tulayan was born.

These orcs will pay for it. Her hands gripped her necklace. They will be tortured just as young Lilas, her people, her city, and even her country have suffered, and this torture will be ten million times worse than the pain she has suffered. It must have been a wonderful feeling, as if she had once used her tongue to lick the blood on her hand after killing an orc. That time, Tulayan almost took her for granted. Right now. Arelia told herself that she must not let him know about it.

He couldn't stop her from getting revenge.

He couldn't let her soften, as he had done the last time he ventured into her.

No matter what the cost. The Windrunner vows revenge.

It was pouring rain outside, but it was very dry in the pens, though it was still a little wet. The smell of horses and leather filled the humid air. The horses neighed and clung uneasily at the hay-covered cobblestone ground with their hooves. They are all trained horses and have not been on the battlefield for a long time. Now, like Danas Tolbairn, they were a little worried about the upcoming expedition. ...

In contrast, the soldiers of Danas were eager to take the plunge.

Danas's horse was quickly led out and put in the saddle. He walked among the soldiers, glaring at the soldiers who were still struggling to get into the stirrups, and yelled. "Hurry up, we're not going on an outing right now. ”

Tulayan asked Danas to pick half of the garrison in Stormwind. He chose the cavalry. Because Danas knew that they could quickly cross a long distance and reline effectively. They need to do their best, but they also have to make sure that the horses don't get exhausted from the long journey. Danas didn't think they could get a chance to stop and rest and regroup. The veterans who had fought with him were now scattered across the various human kingdoms. And time did not allow him to reconvene the veterans.

"We're not going to miss the battle, are we, sir?" One of the soldiers laughed as he had just grabbed the reins of his mount. To be honest, he looked like he was just a big boy, and a boy like this certainly hadn't fought in the Second Orc War. In order to make up for the vacant positions that had been vacated by the soldiers who had died in battle, Stormwind recruited a number of soldiers after the war, and he was probably one of them.

Danas shook his bald head and stroked his silver-gray beard, trying to recall the boy's name. Then, he whispered, "You haven't faced orcs before, have you?"

"No, sir!" Farrow replied, smiling and grinning, showing that he was really young. "But I'm looking forward to that moment, sir!"

"I'm not expecting it," Danas replied. The soldier in front of him was taken aback and stared at his commander.

"Really?" The boy asked, and he saw the stern expression on Danas's face, and he said it in a heelous way. "But why not, sir, we'll beat them to the ground, won't we? I've heard that there aren't many orcs left in Azeroth, and they're still hiding like wild animals in the mountains and forests!"

"Those are the orcs who didn't make it back when the Dark Gate fell. Danas agreed, "But that's not what we're up against. They believe that the gates of darkness are about to open again. Do you know what that means?" Farrow swallowed and shook his head. Danas raised his voice to make sure every soldier present could hear what he was saying. "Son, this means that we will not be dealing with a rabble. We will face the Horde, the most powerful force we have ever seen. And actually. They have never been defeated. ”

"But we won the war, sir!" Another soldier objected. "We conquered them. Danas remembered that the soldier's name was Vane.

Danas agreed. "That's true. But that was only because some of them betrayed the Horde, and we annihilated the rebels at sea. What we are dealing with here at Blackstone Mountain is only a part of the real tribe. And even then, we didn't take advantage of it too much. He shook his head and continued, "As far as we know, there are at least a dozen clans waiting to come to our world in the world of orcs. ”

He heard muttering and panting among the soldiers, and loudly announced, "That's right, guys. There is a good chance that we will die on the battlefield. ”

"Sir, why are you suing us about this?" Farrow asked calmly.

Danas replied. "You have the right to know what your enemies will be. I don't want you to think it's going to be an easy battle, and I don't want you to give up a great opportunity. I hope you will be prepared for a difficult war and keep your heads above water. His accent was no longer admonishing the soldiers, but ordering them. "If you can do what I say, you're more likely to come back alive. Suddenly, Danas grinned, "In this way, you are qualified to call yourself the sons of Lothar." ”...

The soldiers around him all nodded solemnly. They are nice people, although not as experienced as he would have liked. If the dark gates did reopen, he would surely feel sorry for those who died. But they all swore allegiance to the Alliance. Even if you have to take your own life, you will not hesitate. He only hoped that his soldiers would not die in vain without meaning. Despite the preciousness of time, Danas allowed himself to see the soldiers. He wanted to remember everyone's face, he wanted to remember everyone's name. Danas had no children. And the soldiers under his command seemed to him as if they were his children, though all of them belonged to the sons of Lothar. He smiled at the thought.

"Guys, get on the horse!"

Two minutes later, they galloped down the cobblestone streets before running out of Stormwind's main gates.

"Hey, did you hear that?"

Randall laughed, "William, you're getting more and more nervous. It's just the wind. He looked around, at the cursed earth ahead. There was a shudder. "There's nothing here that we need to lock down. ”

William nodded, but he still looked a little uncomfortable. "Maybe you're right. He admitted. He wiped his face with his gloved hands. "I hate this dispatch. Anyway, what are we guarding this thing for? Isn't that what mages are supposed to do?"

Two soldiers looked behind them. If they squint their eyes and look closely. They could make out a glimmer of light in the air flickering behind a pile of rubble in front of them. The twist was narrow, about the width of a man and two people tall. They had been told that the rift was a remnant of the Dark Gate, and that it was their duty to stay here and watch over it.

"I don't know. Randall replied, "If anything ever happened, the mages would know before we do." He shrugged his shoulders and continued, "Anyway, it's going to be easy, and we'll be on shift in another hour." ”

William was about to say something else when he stopped. His eyes widened and he whispered, "There! Did you hear me?"

"What do you hear......

William "booed" at him like crazy. They just stood there for a moment, trying to hear something. Then, Randall heard. It seemed to be a low moan, and then it became a sharp whistling, as if the wind had blown through a plain and pierced the valley around it. He looked at the rift and took a deep breath, almost dropping the shield and spear in his hand to the ground. The rift has expanded!

"Blow the alarm!" He excitedly told William, but the other party froze in place, his eyes still staring motionlessly ahead. "William, go blow the alarm!"

As William hurried to ring the bell, the crack shone again, this time brighter. Colors are radiating along its ever-expanding borders. It looked like it was about to crack, like a greedy mouth for food, and the darkness churned forward.

The darkness expands extremely fast. Randall blinked, but couldn't see the crack or the rubble in front of him. William also disappeared from his sight. At this moment, though, Randall could hear his friend blowing his horn to warn the other guards.

Randall kept turning, trying to see through the darkness that suddenly enveloped the land. He prepares the contradictions in his hands for battle. Is there something there? Or is it here? He listened as hard as he could.

What was that? a bang, like something turning, or was it falling? or something else?...

Randall was sure he heard it very clearly now. He turned in the direction of what he had presumed to be the source of the sound, and raised his spear slightly. He only hoped it wasn't William. That sounded a lot like footsteps. It was heavy footsteps, and it was the pace of many people.

"Stop!" Randall shouted, hoping his voice wasn't shaking. "Who's there? Don't hide, stand up, in the name of the Alliance!"

Footsteps are getting closer. He turned, trying to find their source. Was that coming from behind him? next to him? or directly in front of it? Randall noticed that the ground beneath his feet was shaking, so he turned slightly, and instinctively raised his shield......

He screamed. I don't know what slammed into his shield, sending a blast to his arm.

Randall endured the pain and thrust forward with his spear, but something grabbed the handle of his weapon and twisted it out of his hand. In the darkness, a face emerged, only inches away from him. It was a broad face, with shallow eyebrows and a large nose, with a pair of fangs sticking out of his lower lip.

He squinted at Randall, who saw some other figures rushing out of the shadows......

The other guards heard William's horn and gathered. But it was already too late, and there were not enough of them. Darkness covered the entire valley, making it impossible for them to see their enemies. While the humans were still roaming around, orc warriors and death knights poured out of the newly expanding rift, killing every human they could see. This is nothing short of a one-sided massacre. Within minutes, the human defenders were dead and wounded. So, the orc tribe took control of the dark portal on Azeroth's side. (To be continued)