Gods of the Ancients?

Ainan was still weighing up about Thrall, and the message from Tath diverted his attention.

The reason why Tarth reversed Ainan's orders was not because he had two hearts, but because Tarth discovered that there was a terrifying figure behind Sir Presto.

When the Titans first came to Azeroth, they had a war with the creatures who dominated the planet, and even the ancient beings such as the Four Elemental Lords were only soy sauce characters in that war, and it was the Elder Gods who were entrenched in Azeroth who really fought with the Titans.

These beings older than Azeroth, powerful and cunning, the Titans defeated them but could not destroy them, but could only seal the Elder Gods. Now, tens of thousands of years later, the seal of the Elder Gods is being loosened.

If Ainam was not mistaken, the Elder God that Tath had detected was probably Yogsaron, the Lord of the Thousand Throats. It was he who seized the opportunity to lead the Earth Guardian astray with the whispers of the Elder God while Nesario's mind was shaking, and the current Black Dragon Deathwing was born.

Now you must not touch the ancient gods, if you attract the attention of Yugsaron and them, the power of the human race will not be able to resist it at all.

Although the ancient gods are defeated prisoners, they will never be weak chickens if they can compete with the Titans, and with the combat power of humans fighting orcs and allocating the strength of the whole race, they will be properly abused by the ancient gods.

"Just tell Tarth to do what I tell you to do, and don't worry about anything else."

After Ainan finished speaking, the ravens of the underworld flapped their wings and were about to fly away.

"Wait!"

Stopping the raven who was about to fly away, Ainan thought for a moment and said, "Grab the line of Presto first, gain the trust of the other party, and then contact me." ”

Yugsaron is too strong, and Tas's little walk is not enough to see in front of him, and rash contact will only be discovered by the other party. Deathwing, who goes by the pseudonym Presto, is different, as long as Tarth is careful, his identity will not be revealed. Ainam had an idea, but that would not be until Tarth had enough trust from Deathwing.

Isn't Deathwing's pseudonym Presto blending in with the human race in order to develop his own power and influence the decisions of the human elite like the Red Dragon?

The identity of Tas is the most trusted disciple of Alonthos Fao, and the Holy Light faith they preach has seized the opportunity of the orc invasion to develop rapidly, and after the first batch of paladins and priests appeared and displayed their might, anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Holy Light faith will spread unstoppably among the human race, and as long as there is no problem, it will only be a long time before it becomes a national faith.

With such an identity, when Tarth pretended to be defenseless and unsuspecting and approached Deathwing, this world-destroying black dragon was not moved by ghosts.

Ainan dared to assert that Deathwing would definitely do everything he could to increase his influence on Tarth, just as the red dragon Clyostraz influenced Antonidas, and Nesario wanted to be the second Crassus of the dragon clan in the human race. However, unlike the Red Dragon, who specializes in mages, Nesario has set his sights on the newly rising clergy.

"Regardless of the red dragon or black dragon, these foreign races are not things."

From the very beginning, Ainan had no good feelings for any of the five-colored dragons, especially the red dragons who blended in with humans and wanted to secretly influence human thinking and manipulate the situation of the human race. Now Deathwing is ready to learn from the Red Dragon, adding to De Ainan's dislike for the five-colored dragon.

At this moment, Ainan's thoughts are just like Egwen's words, sooner or later he will break the claws of the aliens into the human race.

Without any new instructions, the ravens flapped their wings and flew away.

When Tarth received Ainam's new order, the war between humans and orcs came to an end.

Orgrimmar fell to the ground, and his beloved weapon, the Hammer of Destruction, fell less than two meters from his master, but Orgrimmar couldn't cross the distance that orcs would normally be able to reach with one step.

Defeated like that?

I was defeated at the hands of a human!

Orgrimmar couldn't believe it, the orc chieftain's eyes were full of confusion.

Human beings are so weak, thin bodies, cowardly character, and low will to fight...... And so on, all of which made Orgrimmar full of contempt for them.

Orcs worship strong, fearless, valiant warriors, and these humans don't fit in.

At least, in Orgrimmar's opinion.

If there is one thing that humans have in the eyes of Orgrimmar, it is that they are well-armed and have more advanced smelting skills than orcs. Other than that, humans are good for nothing.

Our orc army has won one battle after another on the battlefield, defeated one human army after another, occupied one human town after another, and from the moment the war began, our orcs have been constantly winning, and the land they occupy is constantly expanding. On the other hand, the human race, the army is retreating, the defeat is endless, the territory is decreasing every day, and there are even high-level human beings who are afraid of the strength of the orcs and secretly surrender.

With such a good form, how could we orcs be defeated?

Orgrimmar couldn't figure it out, he really didn't know what was going on.

Orcs win and lose, humans win and lose.

It doesn't make sense.

Orgrimmar was at a loss in his mind, and he thought that the side that kept winning the battle should win the final victory, but if that was the case, why would the orcs lose.

When the scene of being surrounded by human armies under the city of Lordaeron and the orc warriors fighting bloodily but unable to move forward, and finally being trapped to death by the human army, not only Orgrimmar could not accept it, but the other orcs also couldn't believe it.

Obviously we are winning the war, we are constantly killing and injuring humans, and we are obviously exchanging the lives of one of our warriors for the lives of five or more human warriors, why did we lose the war?

When the battle came to this, with the orcs still in the primitive and savage war mind, they really couldn't understand it, and they couldn't understand how they lost the war even if they thought about it.

If that's all there is to it, the most unacceptable thing for the orcs is that when the army of the tribal clan is in a desperate situation, their high chief Orgrimmar makes a one-on-one request to the humans in the way of an orc, and this recognized strongest warrior among the orcs is defeated by a human.

The mighty orcs lost to the weak humans in a fair one-on-one battle!

The joke wasn't funny at all.

If someone dared to make such a joke in front of the orcs before today, the orcs would definitely punch him out of his teeth, then step on his head and laugh at him fiercely, and finally stomp on his head in the other party's begging for mercy, so that he understands that some jokes are not to be made.

The problem is that the scene that happened in front of them told the orcs that it was not a joke, that the human general who called himself Uther had really defeated the orc warriors, and that he was the strongest warrior among the orcs, the orcs' great chieftain Ogrimmar the hammer of destruction.

Supporting his wounded body and staggering to his feet, Orgrimmar did not retrieve his beloved warhammer, but said to his people, "I lost, according to orc tradition, lay down your arms." ”

The army is surrounded by each other, and it is impossible to kill, which the orcs have tried many times, otherwise Orgrimmar would not want to fight the human commander to find a way out for the orcs. Unfortunately, the road was also broken, and Uther defeated him.

If you don't succeed in going head-to-head, you can't kill it, what can you do if you don't surrender, do you want to watch humans kill all the orc army.

Orcs are not afraid of death, and Orgrimmar believes that his people are determined to fight to the death.

However, if all the people are dead here, what about the other orcs?

The orc army is still fighting the humans in a desperate situation, and the latter is a miserable victory if they can win. As a result, all the orc warriors here have become warriors, but have they ever wondered how humans will treat other orcs after they have completely wiped out this orc army.

Orgrimmar's identity is the great chief of the orcs, and he can't just care about the courage of the flesh like an ordinary warrior, he has to think about the whole orc level.

Since defeat is inevitable, it is necessary to minimize the losses, and leave a glimmer of life for the orcs at worst.

Only alive can there be hope for the orcs.

Only by staying alive can the orc race continue.

We must not allow orcs to die in our own hands.

Orgrimmar looked in the direction of the orcs, the men who stood in the front row at the time of his duel with Uther were all the leaders of the clans, they had great influence among the orcs, and if they accepted it, the orc army would accept it.

The orcs were silent, according to tradition, they should have laid down their arms the moment Orgrimmar was defeated, but they were not reconciled. They are not willing to accept defeat, they are not willing to surrender to the humans they look down on, they can still fight.

Survive, find out the reason for today's failure, and silently wait for the opportunity to prepare for the next rise of the orcs.

Gazing at the clan leaders, Orgrimmar believed they could read his eyes and understand his painstaking efforts.

After a long time, some of the orcs threw away their weapons.

"Traditional ......"

Someone muttered something in a whisper and sat down dejectedly.

Then, Ding Lingdang heard the sound of a soldier falling to the ground, and the orcs held their heads one by one, and sat down on the ground with chagrin, unwillingness, and pain.

Since the opening of the Dark Gate, it has brought countless disasters to mankind, caused endless suffering, caused countless blood to human beings, slaughtered human towns after towns, burned countless human villages, and committed many evil deeds against human beings, and finally suffered defeat under the royal city of Lordaeron.

"The orcs are defeated."

"We won."

"In the name of the Light, we have won."

When the orcs surrendered, the soldiers cheered, the civilians rejoiced, and the royal family and nobles smiled with relief.

Finally defeated this group of green-skinned beasts, and now it's time for a headache for the post-war distribution.

Terenus had a smile on his face, but he was silently thinking about it in his heart.

Lordaeron's losses in the war cannot be borne by himself, and he has to think of ways to make up for it from other places.

Behind the light is always shadow.