Not to flog a dead horse, but I think the story has a certain charm - up to a certain point. We begin Vanilla as Joe Schmuck, Squire from Northshire or Garr Skullstomp, Orc Whelp from Durotar (or <insert race + class here>). We’re nobodies - a person who decided to take up an old rusty axe or cracked wooden hammer and make our mark on the world. We hunt boars, we help guards deal with small problems.
We venture out into the world.
We see all these small stories, battle dragons and put an end to the master of the dread citadel of Naxxramas. We’re adventurers now, powerful and capable, but there are mightier heroes in the world. The likes of Thrall and Malfurion, legendary warriors like Saurfang and Bolvar. And this really was the feeling until around Cata.
Now we’re moving on from being adventurers. Our exploits are the stuff of legend! We dared enter the Black Temple and defeat Illidan. We banished Kil’Jaeden, we helped defeat Arthas, the Lich King! How do you go back to grunts bashing in heads on a battlefield? Legion, for me, was peak.
This is it - the End Game. The factions tried to stop the Legion and were crushed. The orders realise that differences divide us and unless we stand together? We shall surely fall. So Horde and Alliance, Human and Orc, Draenei and Blood Elf, they all put aside their differences. You gain LEGENDARY weapons people have desired since Classic! Paladin’s get the darn Ashbringer baby! YOU ARE THE SUCCESSOR TO MOGRAINE! Yes you can turn Demons to ash, go for it! Fight ten at a time! You are THE HERO!
And then the Legion were defeated. The faction war resumes. We go back to grunts and footmen bashing in each others skulls. Where do you - the hero - go from here? You’ve just fought Eredar Lords, endless tides of demonic filth, a goshdarn Titan (albeit weakened and with help)! It doesn’t feel right. I go into Vol’dun and kill some Ranishu, some scarabs. I fight some Blood Trolls. My LEGENDARY weapon is inert because reasons… My feats mean nought in the face of these Quilboar in Stormsong! Ye gods, not the Quilboar!
And here the charm fades. This is why I feel the story is a little weak. It’s taken several big steps back. If anything, I’d say BfA should have come before Legion, the natural peak of the storyline. I was the Highlord of the Silverhand; Humans, Dwarves, Draenei, Tauren, Blood Elves. We were brothers and sisters, aligned against evil. I was their Highlord, their unifier.
Now I murder them and their friends because… Sylvanas said so?
Eh.