Azeroth: Please Be A Human And Stay Away From Me!

Sentinel Hill's command hall.

Bolvar looked at the huge combat map.

Stormwind City is painted with a huge skull with the orcs' marching route on it.

From the Dark Marsh a huge arrow pointed to Duskwood, Elwynn Forest, and then Stormwind City, and a small arrow pointed to Stranglethorn Vale.

This should be the orcs' division of troops, but when Bolvar's eyes flashed, another big arrow from Stormwind City passed through Redridge Mountain into the Burning Plains and marched towards the northern countries.

"Bolvar! You're not evacuating civilians from Stormwind!"

"The orcs should go to Stormwind City!"

Just as Bolvar was thinking, Raphael walked out of the portal.

"Raphael! We need your help!"

Bolvar stopped thinking and turned to look at Raphael.

"Help? Bolvar! You banished me!"

"When I brought the garrison back to Stormwind City, Ryan, Lothar expelled me again!"

"Now you say to me, do you need help?"

"This is the funniest joke I've ever heard!"

Raphael looked a little excited when he looked at Bolvar.

"Raphael, calm down, I know you are angry! But now is not the time to be angry!"

"You have to know that Stormwind City has 500,000 people after accepting the civilians of Shining Gold Town and Northshire Abbey!"

"Do you have the heart to watch them die?"

"And! I can come here, I don't believe you understand the meaning of it!"

"He has bowed his head first, he is the king! It's your big brother!"

Bolvar calmed Raphael, but he was also excited.

"Is it useful to bow your head now? What did you do earlier?"

"There are almost 300,000 people in the Wild West now! You tell me! If I leave with the army!"

"What about these 300,000 people? Abandon them? Or they can enter Stormwind City!"

"Bovar! You tell me! What should I do?"

Facing the excited Bolvar, Raphael calmed down instead.

"This.."

Bolvar was also silent for a while.

"Since Ryan asked you to come to me! I believe he has asked the northern countries for help!"

"As long as Stormwind can hold on for a month!"

"The orcs will definitely divide their troops north!"

"Bovar, go back! I can't help you, you have to rely on yourself!"

Raphael patted Bolvar on the shoulder and said he could not help.

"How do you know the orcs are going north? Instead of besieging Stormwind all the time!"

Bolvar remembered the mark on the combat map. Did that arrow mean this?

"I brought back all the supplies along the way, and I burned what I couldn't take away!"

"The orcs' supplies doomed them not to besiege Stormwind City for too long!"

"Now it's up to you to see who can persevere!"

Raphael can only give this reason. He doesn't want to be a prophet anymore. Of course, he knows that if the orcs can't attack for a long time, they will definitely go north under the bewitchment of Gul'dan.

Because his master may allow them to stay under Stormwind, what they want is the power in the Tomb of Sargeras.

Power enough to bring Sargeras to Azeroth again.

"No! We need supplies! Raphael! I hope Westfall can help!"

"We all know that you scavenged a lot of supplies along the way when you retreated!"

Bolvar is still fighting for Stormwind's final support.

"Enough! Bolvar! There are a lot of supplies in Stormwind City!"

"There are quite a few secret warehouses of your nobles!"

"Don't pay attention to those supplies! I also have a lot of people in the Wild West!"

"Let's go! Before I can't help but get mad!"

Raphael waved his hand to open a portal.

"Raphael? When did you learn magic?"

Bolvar looked at him in surprise.

"I was banished to the Dark Marsh when I was 14! Bolvar! 4 years! Could it not be all that?"

Raphael raised the corners of his mouth.

"Let's go! Tell Ryan! Watch out for assassins! This is the last warning!"

"I don't owe him anything in the future!"

Raphael said and pushed Bolvar into the portal.

"Your Majesty Fao! I think it's time for you to return to Stormwind too!"

"150,000 civilians need your comfort!"

"It's up to you to deal with those selfish nobles!"

Raphael looked at Fao, who had not said a word from the beginning to the end, and made a gesture of invitation.

"His Royal Highness Raphael!"

"It's a pleasure to discuss the way of the Holy Light with you!"

"No matter what the outcome of the war is, no matter how wrong His Majesty Ryan may be!"

"Please remember that there are more than 300,000 civilians in Stormwind City, and 150,000 troops are innocent!"

"May the Holy Light protect you!"

Fao watched Raphael gently and walked into the portal.

"Civilians and the military!"

"As expected of the crown of Fa'ao, do you see that I hate nobles?"

Raphael stared blankly at the disappearing portal.

At this moment, the orcs under Stormwind City are forming a formation, and Saurfang is standing in front of the orcs' formation.

In the middle of the formation is the orc elite Kor'kron troops, Blackhan, Durotan, Kil Rogge, Zulu Hed and other chiefs are leaving.

In the rear is the Shadow Council led by Gul'dan, and of course a small number of shamans.

In the back are the catapults, ballistas, etc., which are made of local materials.

In the open space in front of Stormwind City Gate, the bodies of the two Griffin Knights were scattered there. The successful early air reconnaissance made the Griffin Brigade think that the Orcs had no air-to-air capability.

They paid for their mistakes.

The entire battlefield was silent and chilling...

PS three shifts! Fuck off, I really didn't expect that there would be so many things on vacation! Start work tomorrow! Absolutely no more pigeons! Fuck you, I deeply regret it!

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