My hometown is in Stormwind. But who am I? In fact, I have long forgotten. But I will never forget the bloody battle on the broken beach. Countless demons swarmed in, and we fought to the death, but we were almost wiped out. Only a few people escaped back. Our king Varian Wrynn, the chief of the tribe, Woking, and the chief of silver hand, Tirion Fordring, all died. The Battle of Breaking the Beach, the Wound of the Alliance —— I thought I was dead, too, in the column of Wei Gong, the sheep slayer, in Zhihu. But when I woke up, I found myself back in Stormwind. According to pandaren, who took care of me, it was two babbling orcs and several Uighurs who took me out of the dead. It is said that they were very angry after the defeat of the tribe, regrouped their troops, met the demon army on the broken beach, but unexpectedly found that I was still alive. Even so, I still can't forget the past There are many inexplicable weapons in the bank account. I heard that it is all my past glory. I thought to myself, I forgot everything, and I didn't mention the glory of fart. Today, I'm still wearing my tattered clothes and holding an old stick, wandering in the pub in the dwarf area, drinking a large glass of ale without saying a word. When I was drunk, I lay in my room. Although I closed my eyes, those bloody shadows still shook in front of my eyes. "I knew that woman was unreliable!" "I'm Varian, and I'm lagache. Today, we fight side by side! " "For the alliance." I fell asleep, but tears came down. I should die on a broken beach, not a king. If I can, I would rather trade my life for his return. Until the arrival of the dread Lord. That guy was arrogant in the dwarf area, and the people panicked and fled everywhere. Several guards rushed to cut him, but without exception, he fell under his cruel spell. When the Lord of Fear came to me, I inadvertently shouted the spell, and the power of chaos pierced its wings. The Lord of fear, caught off guard, suddenly fell to the ground. Before it got up again, I recalled those familiar spells, thus absorbing the essence of its life in a few seconds, and the arrogant demon became a shriveled body. Now I have found myself. I think the end of the legion is coming.