Lu Zhongli didn't know who the orcs who cut down trees in the eastern part of the Ash Valley were, but he knew that these orcs had committed the taboo of Cenarius and the Night Elves. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The trees in the Gray Valley are all big trees that have grown for tens of thousands of years, and many of them can grow into ancient trees, and the ancient trees are the true intelligent races and guardians of nature.

Isn't it to cut down trees in the valley of ashes to break the foundation of other people's ancient trees? And the Night Elves didn't attack you, they just scared you and tried to scare you away, but you hurt people, and you probably killed a lot of people according to the meaning of this Night Elf's words. This is a big incident, direct bloody conflict, you are going to be the enemy of nature!

Don't say that Cenarius is angry, Lu Zhongli is a little angry. If the orcs just want to cut down the tree, it will be fine, but you kill the night elf Lu Zhongli absolutely disagrees, not to mention that the night elf is his ally, and the night elf and his own incense love Lu Zhongli can't ignore this matter.

Lu Zhongli stood up and said, "I'll go with you to take a look, and I want to see which orc is unreasonable."

Lu Zhongli led his troops with Cenarius to the east of the Gray Valley, looking at the deforested forest. There was an orc camp in the middle of the forest, which was full of wood, and there were many machines with chainsaws that traveled between the forest and the camp.

Lu Zhongli squinted at the drivers on those machines, who turned out to be goblins. Lu Zhongli was really angry, he had always known that goblins were a race that could dare to do anything for money, but none of the goblins he met had any bad deeds.

But these goblins made Lu Zhongli very angry, and they actually cut down the entire forest for money, which reminded Lu Zhongli of the goblins who sent orcs to Quel'Salas for money, these goblins deserve to die.

In the middle of the camp, a long-haired orc with a bone was looking at it, and he was ready to fight this side.

"Orc, what's your name?" Lu Zhongli asked.

The orc was surprised, but confident, and he raised his axe and shouted, "I'm Grime Hellroar of the Warsong Clan."

"Hell Roar?" It was the first time Lu Zhongli had heard of this name, "It seems that you seem to be proud of your martial arts?" ”

"No matter what your name is, I won't allow you to destroy nature!" Cenarius didn't give Grom a chance to speak, and went straight to attack, "Feel the anger of nature, right?" ”

The trees cut down by the lumberjack regrew, and countless forces of nature stepped out of the forest and rushed towards the orc camp. Countless tendrils emerge from the ground, bindling the lumberjacks, and then greeting the goblins with either the forces of nature or the arrows of the Night Elves.

The forest was also filled with night elf archers riding horned eagles, and they were constantly pouring arrows into the orc camp to interfere with the orc defenses.

Grom struck arrows left and right, and led his warriors to cut down a batch of the force of nature, which turned into natural elements and dissipated between heaven and earth.

"Look for obstacles to dodge arrows!" Grom commanded the orcs as he fended off the arrows. He never imagined that those scaring creatures would launch such a powerful attack.

Grom regretted that the creatures that scared people didn't actually kill their people, but just shot and wounded some of the lumberjacks. Maybe this exit from the forest would not have caused such a big conflict, but Grom couldn't do it.

When the orcs arrived in Kalimdor, they first encountered some Darkspear trolls, and the two races formed an alliance together. Later, he met the Minotaurs, and after helping the Minotaurs move, Thrall finally decided to build his own city for the Orcs.

Finally, on this land, which Thrall named Durotal, a city called Orgrimmar was founded. But winter is coming, and the orcs need a lot of wood to build houses and fire heating, without which the orcs may not survive this winter.

Due to the conflict with humans, Grom was sent by Thrall to the valley to cut wood. In order not to be disturbed by the logging work, Grom had to repel the creatures that came to harass him, inevitably causing some casualties on both sides.

Then the conflict escalated, and the creatures sent in an army, but they were all defeated by Grom. I didn't expect these creatures to organize a more violent attack, especially the tall deerman, who was so powerful that a few spells made the entire orc camp unable to fight back.

Having killed several groups of Nature's forces and Night Elves who came to attack, Grom felt that this was not the way to go, so he found the shaman in the camp and asked, "We can't hold out for long, is there anything we can do to change this damn situation?"

The shaman closed his eyes and began to communicate with the elements, and it took a long time before he said, "There should be a spring left over from ancient times in our northwest, and I can feel great power from it."

When Grom heard this, he immediately said to the shaman, "Come to me!" I can't wait. ”

Grom left the camp to the others to defend, and then led a small detachment and followed the shaman to the place where the spring was.

Walking through the dense forest, Grom encounters a few monsters, but unlike what they've encountered before, these bears are more aggressive, or rather bloodthirsty. As soon as the bears saw the orcs, they immediately pounced and attacked.

Grom cut down a giant bear monster with an axe and said to the shaman, "Why do I have a bad feeling?"

The shaman was silent for a moment, "These bear monsters seem to have lost their minds, there may be something wrong with that spring." ”

Grom gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what, I'm going to go over and have a look."

After breaking through the habitat of several more bear monsters, Grom finally made his way to the spring. The shaman looked at the green liquid spreading in the spring and couldn't help but cry out in horror: "This is Manolos' blood, not some spring water."

"Did he find it?" Grom asked, grimacing.

"Yes, it should be right!" The shaman said, "We must get out of here as soon as possible, away from this evil place."

"So what about Orgrimmar? The orcs don't have to spend the winter? Grom asked.

The shaman said in frustration, "Then what shall we do?" Do you still have to be enslaved by the devil? ”

"Slavery?" There was a hint of struggle on Grom's face, and he didn't want to touch the demon's blood again. I think that in the first place, it was he who was the first to drink the blood of Manolos, which attracted many orcs to follow suit.

Grom pushed the shaman away, walked to the spring, lay down, turned back to the shaman and said, "Don't let anyone else learn from me!"

As he spoke, Grom gulped down the water from the demonic spring. (To be continued.) )