One day later, at dawn, the sun lazily stretched its arms at the urging of the roosters' crowing, then smiled as it sent out its first rays. Their warmth shone upon the Greymane Wall, bathing the entire wall in gold.
The rising sun glowed amid crimson clouds. Sunlight poured through the gaps like countless dragons spewing golden waterfalls. The rays piercing the clouds resembled golden threads, crisscrossing to stitch the pale gray and blue-gray clouds into a breathtaking tapestry.
"Attack!"
"Break down the gates! Leave nothing alive!"
At Scott's command, hundreds of thousands of walking corpses surged forward with savage roars, charging straight toward the Greymane Wall! These frenzied, bloodthirsty Undead of the Scourge merged into a terrifying torrent that seemed capable of leveling everything in the world. Churning and surging, they swept toward the allied soldiers with a deafening roar!
The battle of the Greymane Wall had officially begun. As the horns sounded the attack, the curtain slowly rose on a war that could reshape the situation across Lordaeron.
"Ready the explosives!" Rex stared at the vast, black mass of the Undead army spreading beneath the Greymane Wall. It had already covered the ground in a layer of black, swallowing the green beneath it. He raised his greatsword high. The weapon had become ugly once again, long and rather broad. At first glance, no one would ever have taken it for a greatsword, because it looked more like a flat slab. The first greatsword Rex had ever used had looked exactly like this.
That one had simply been a smaller version of his current weapon; this was the enlarged version. Back then, Rex had been pressed for time as he prepared to reinforce Southshore. When he commissioned the weapon, he had asked only for weight, not beauty. In the