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The steady rush of rain filled the Hillsbrad Foothills. After gathering for several days, the dense, dark clouds finally released their rain.
Everything beyond the curtain of rain looked hazy, fading in and out of sight. Visibility was poor; even standing atop the Southshore Wall, Rex could not see the Orc army's camp at all. Rain drifted down from the sky like ten thousand silver threads, and rows of droplets fell from the eaves. A fine drizzle shrouded the world, the sound of rain filling the space between heaven and earth. Rex walked down from the wall, umbrella in hand, and stepped onto the wet bluestone paving. The rain was good news for Southshore: the Orc army could no longer continue its assault.
As the defender, Rex did not necessarily have to defeat the enemy. He only needed to hold out until Lordaeron's main force returned, and the Orc army outside Southshore would cease to be a threat. He was therefore quite happy to see the rain.
The second day, which he had expected to bring another bitter battle, passed entirely in the rain instead.
After making a round of the wall, Rex returned to his house, took off his armor, and leaned against a soft cushion. He slowly closed his eyes and entered the Warcraft System.
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