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The Giant wooden gate of Storm wind stood tall, imposing to the soldiers that hid behind it and used its sturdy planks to keep safe. “Soldiers of The Alliance, the time has come for us to meet the devils head on and rejoin the flank.” I proclaimed, trying to be heard over the clashing of shield and sword that took place beyond the walls. “Leave no orc devil on his feat, and let every orc son a b*****d…” but before I could finish my rallying speech the gets fell open. My men looked weary, and who could blame them, all intelligence had indicated that the horde would fall upon us like water, splashing among the side ineffectively. But the Horde was full of orcs, trolls, and tauren, warrior races that favored a glorious death in battle to that of survival. We would not find them retreating anytime soon.