Chapter 252 The King's Oath

The sun was setting.

A bright sword is stuck on the top of the mountain.

in horizon.

The tip of the sword is pierced with a slightly yellowed meadow, the sharp blade that shines like a pool of autumn water reflects the vast sea, and the hilt of the sword blends into the endless sky.

It is such a sword that seems to run through the whole world.

The blue lace wrapped around the hilt with the lion's head emblem flutters in the breeze, and the light and swaying sense of elegance stirs up distant memories.

His wise and deep blue eyes narrowed slightly, greedily taking in the scenery between heaven and earth into his pupils with great interest.

A lion's head cloak with a blue background and gold trim was added to the middle-aged man's body. Under the cloak was a set of shining gold helmets. This set of armor symbolized the glory of an era, but also imprinted the shame of an era.

A pair of big hands that had only become rough recently touched the top of the hilt, holding a sharp sword. He stands proudly facing the wind, like a stone sculpture.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late."

"Anduin, guess what I'm looking at?" King Lane smiled, turned around and calmly asked his childhood friend, the former head of the Storm Knights, and now the leader of the alliance.

"Cross this sea, go forward, turn southwest, turn southeast, where Stormwind City is."

As expected of Ryan's best friend, Lothar easily guessed what Ryan was thinking.

"Stormwind City, that was the land we risked our lives to protect, and it is also our glory. When I knew that Stormwind City could not be defended, I thought that my sword and I would be broken there. But , for Varian, I am still standing here, looking at my sword in a strange land." Ryan pulled the sword out of the ground, and the sharp and tough blade was never broken even after such rough treatment. No wear and tear.

Raising the tip of the sword with his backhand to the sky, Ryan stared at his sword quietly.

A timid voice came from behind Ryan and Lothar: "Father, are you saying that I have tarnished your glory?"

"No, it's not like that, Varian. True glory is never someone's, or someone's private property." Ryan withdrew his gaze, and the golden storm sword, which symbolized royal power and glory, looked extremely slender and solid in the setting sun, as if It is this sword that supports the world.

Ryan put his sword back into its sheath and walked over to his lover and child.

The queen gave Varian a slight push, allowing the young Varian to step forward.

Ryan stroked Varian's little head affectionately, his loving eyes seemed to travel through time.

"A thousand years ago, when the last heir of Emperor Thoradin was abandoned in the ruins of Stromgarde by arrogant nobles eager to go to the rich land of Lordaeron. The former king of the Stormwind Kingdom took the heir and led the abandoned The poor people of the country crossed half of the continent and came to the valley where Stormwind City is now. The first king made an oath,'I swear to protect my people-let them stay away from hunger and cold, and keep them from killing and strife , stay away from the arrogance and greed of nobles.'."

Ryan's voice was deep but had a strange ethereal feeling, making everyone seem to follow his voice through that period of boundless years.

"The first king did it. He forged the glory of the Stormwind Kingdom in his way. He also told future generations what glory is in his way. And he also issued an imperial order before his death, so that every person in the newborn kingdom Nobles abide by the spirit of chivalry—humble but full of honor in their hearts, brave and courageous without fear of sacrifice, merciful to the world and honest and fair. This is how the Stormwind Kingdom established the country with martial arts, and inherited the tradition of knighthood with martial arts. Unfortunately, most of the original The Stormwind nobles have forgotten all this, so I prefer to regard the fall of Stormwind as the punishment of our ancestors for losing our glory."

Young Varian nodded half-understanding.

"Fortunately, when the people of the Kingdom of Stormwind were most desperate, I still had your Uncle Anduin and the help of the unworldly genius Duke who turned out to be born out of nowhere, which gave me the opportunity to make up for my mistakes and find The lost glory of the kingdom. My personal glory is no longer important. My only hope is that the descendants of Wrynn's blood can still not forget the original intention and pass on the glory of the former king. As long as I can do it, even if I die , and there will be no regrets."

"Father! Yes! You will see the day when Stormwind City is restored." Varian said with great certainty.

"I hope so too. However, your Uncle Anduin and I will grow old eventually, and when the time comes, it will depend on the hard work of you and Brother Duke."

"Yes." The little prince nodded vigorously.

Looking at the sea, Ryan's eyes seemed to have crossed the horizon and reached the huge transport fleet that was passing through the sea at high speed: "It's just tomorrow."

"Don't worry, with you, me, and Duke! Both the Stormwind Kingdom and the Alliance are invincible!"

No one expected that just one day before, in the wetland, at the gathering attended by hundreds of thousands of orcs, someone had said almost the same oath.

Orgrim Doomhammer stood on a high hill, and in his view, hundreds of thousands of orcs trampled the muddy ground.

There are so many orcs, it's a sea of ​​bright green as far as the eye can see.

This ocean breathes together, enjoys victory together, and shares a common destiny.

Every orc looked forward to Orgrim's speech.

In the eyes of the orcs, although there is still the last Ironforge that has not been captured, everyone believes that it is only a matter of time before Kilrogg* Dead Eye's Blood Ring clan pulls out the group of dead dwarfs from the cave and kills them. question.

They have completely conquered this continent. Although there are better prey and richer land than their homeland, it is still far from enough to accommodate all the clans. In the eyes of the orcs, this is only enough for three large clans to thrive. But there are more than three large clans?

Orgrim laughed, and then, he raised his incomparably famous [Doomhammer] high up, and let out a roar to the sky:

"My people! Listen to me!"

Even the commotion below disappeared, every orc fell silent and turned their ugly faces full of protruding fangs towards Orgrim.

"This world is perfect for survival, and we can rebuild our home here! And we have taken this land, it is a victory for the Horde! It is a victory for the Orcs!"

There was a burst of earth-shattering cheers from below. Orgrim could only wait for the cheers to slow down and come to a stop before continuing.

"However, that's not enough! Humans are not as weak as we think. They are very good at learning and skilled. After each failure, they will face our tomahawks and sledgehammers with a stronger posture, even if we have driven them out. This continent, they are still trying very hard to take back what once belonged to them. So, what we have to do is to wipe them out! Wipe them out of this world!"

Orgrim swung his warhammer straight to the north!

"The orcs—towards the north—attacked—"