A little rambling: I originally planned to post this separately, but decided against it. Today I saw a comment that put it really well: fanfiction is written for fellow fans, not readers in general. So Jiaoshou would like to ask those of you who have never played Warcraft: can you understand the story? Leave a comment in the review section so I can hear your opinions and decide how to write it going forward.
There will only be one update today. I'm going to bed early, but tomorrow there will be a big burst of updates, and I'll start making up the chapters I owe. From then on, there will be at least five chapters a day.
Azeroth had now entered an age of endless calamities. With the outbreak of the undead Scourge, the world of Azeroth no longer knew a moment of peace.
The Burning Legion, the Old Gods, Deathwing, the Lich King, and Pandaria would all gradually make their appearances over the next ten years.
Armies gathered at the Greymane Wall, Gilneas's northern barrier, with more troops arriving every day. Gilneas had no natural defenses to rely on; its terrain was flat. Once the Greymane Wall fell, all of Gilneas would be lost. Standing atop the wall, Rex's brown hair fluttered across his forehead in the biting wind as he stared coldly at the deserted Pyrewood Village. After a long silence, Rachel, who stood beside him, asked, "How did Stormwind City respond to our request for aid?"
"The Defias Brotherhood has been rioting lately. Stormwind City refused to send reinforcements, claiming it needed to guard against them," Rex said, shaking his head slightly.
"The Defias Brotherhood? Who are they?" Rachel frowned. Having been out of touch with the outside world for years, Rachel still knew the broad situation