With his fall, all of Azeroth will be yours! White that will soon be washed with the red of King Llane's blood. The fires of the burning rubble about you dance in your eyes as you gaze upon the pristine, white towers of Castle Stormwind. The earth shakes as catapults are loaded and moved into position. A low growl fills the air as your wolfriders whip their savage mounts into a frenzy. Stormwind Keep is ours to take! The Orcish hordes gather like buzzards to carrion, as the moment of destiny is close at hand. With an ingenious arsenal of weaponry and powerful magic, these two forces collide in a contest of cunning, intellect, and brute strength, with the victor claiming dominance over the whole of Azeroth. Unimagined were the destructive powers of their evil magic, derived from the fires of the underworld. Their warriors wielded axe and spear with deadly proficiency, while others rode Darkwolves as black as the moonless night. No one knew where these creatures came from, and none were prepared for the terror that they spawned. The well-trained armies of the King maintained a lasting peace for many generations. The Knights of Stormwind, and the Clerics of Northshire Abbey, roamed far and wide serving the king's people with honor and justice. The Humans who dwelled there turned the land into a paradise. The Kingdom of Azeroth was a prosperous one. In the Age of Chaos, two factions battled for dominance.
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