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Boom! Boom! Boom!
The muffled sounds of explosions came from outside the windows of the Royal Palace, the thick walls of Stormwind Fortress still unable to block out the intense noise.
From morning till night, the sounds were getting closer.
In the King's Hall, Orgrim glanced at the light of the setting sun pouring in through the window, his face thoughtful.
It looked as if the Alliance had no intention of stopping the siege; they seemed quite eager to reclaim this city.
Orgrim snorted coldly, casually picking up the Enchanted Sword lying beside him.
It was King Llane's Burial Sword—the Lionheart Sword. Without the Doomhammer, he had to make do with this instead.
Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, and he stood up quickly, turning to look into the darkness behind him.
A black figure gradually emerged from the shadows, and only when Orgrim saw the figure's face did he relax.
Orgrim (Warchief): "Black Dragon, you haven't left yet. I was afraid..."
