Kalimdor, Ashenvale region, Demon Slayer Canyon.

Grom Hellroar clenched the tomahawk in his hand and exhaled deeply, then raised his weapon and roared.

His roar was immediately answered, and a continuous stream of roars and shouts began to be heard, accompanied by the crunch of pounding his breastplate.

The surrounding cliffs, and the valleys below, were now full of orcs, steel tribes and new tribes.

It's a battle of fate, for all orcs.

The Eternal Night God Emperor tells Grom that Manolos the Destroyer, the most powerful Abyss Lord, has crept into the world of Azeroth to spearhead his master, Akmund's most trusted descendant and the source of the corrupted orcs' demonic blood.

Gul'dan has polluted the orc tribe with the blood of this Abyss Lord, turning the once noble and sane orcs into bloodthirsty beasts, a hatred that will never be erased.

The orc army of the Iron Tribe immediately surrounded the canyon and began to wipe out the demon army in the canyon.

The new tribe also got the news, and the Grand Chieftain Durotan and his son Sal also came to the aid of the war.

It's not about the faction, it's not about the position, it's the hatred that all orcs share.

At this moment, they had killed all the demons in the entire canyon, leaving only the deepest abyss lord.

"Warsong Clan!"

"For the Tribe!Lok'tar Ogar!"

Grom*Hell's roar, which had been silent for a long time, roared again at this moment, and he immediately received an enthusiastic response.

"Broken Hand Clan!"

"For the Tribe!Lok'tar Ogar!"

"Frostwolf Clan!"

"For the Tribe!Lok'tar Ogar!"

"Mocking Skull Clan!"

"For the Tribe!Lok'tar Ogar!"

"Fireblade Clan!"

"For the Tribe!Lok'tar Ogar!"

"Thunder King Clan!"

"For the Tribe!Lok'tar Ogar!"

"Maghan Clan!"

"For the Tribe!Lok'tar Ogar!"

"Blackstone Clan!"

"For the Tribe!Lok'tar Ogar!"

Orgrim and a few gray-skinned orcs roared in response.

Grom turned and stared straight at the incomparably large Abyss Lord in front of him, as if he didn't see the massive Evil Flame Twin Spear in his hand.

"The Horde has taken revenge on you today, Manolos. ”

"For the sake of Draenor, for the sake of all the dead compatriots, the Burning Legion will be destroyed!"

Standing on the cliff, Kargas* Blade Fist began to pound the black armor on his chest with his own arm.

Durotan and Orgrim raised their weapons and roared loudly.

Thrall stood beside them, looking a little nervous, staring at the long-time hero of the orcs in the valley below, now the Blood Death Knight.

The Black Dragoons of the Iron Tribe also circled in the sky, looking at their own Grand Commander on the ground.

"Ma-No-Lo!!" Grom roared, and blood-red energy began to flow from the tomahawk in his hand.

Grom began to charge towards the Abyss Lord in front of him, as a bone shield appeared around his body.

"Orcs will never be slaves!"

The roar of hell echoed through the Valley of Ash, lingering for a long time.

The Abyss Lord let out a low laugh, completely dismissive of the orc who had come to him alone without knowing whether to live or die.

So weak, so pathetic.

At the same time that Grom Hell Roar singled out the Abyss Lord Manolos, a major event also happened in the Eastern Kingdom Continent.

Uther* Lightbringer is dead.

He died at the mercy of his former student, the once noble paladin of the faith, now the cold and ruthless Knight of Death, the runic sword of the Prince of Arthas.

The Knights of the Silver Hand, the paladin, have thus collapsed.

The remnants of the surviving paladins gathered around the High Lord of the Ashes, Mograine, who vowed to avenge their friends and family, to restore Lordaeron, and to destroy all the undead.

They have established a new organization to honor and perpetuate the fallen Order of the Silver Hand.

Now, they are the Scarlet Crusaders.

Once formed, the Scarlet Crusade was supported by the surviving forces in Lordaeron.

Northshire Abbey was the first to respond, and changed its name to Scarlet Abbey, joining the nascent Paladin.

The Valley of the Hearth and the Hand of Tyre Fortress followed, declaring their obedience to the command of the High Lord of Mograini and working together to resist the Scourge Legion.

At the same time, the Grand Lord of Dathohhan, who had invaded the interior of Stratholme and occupied a part of the city, also said that he would lead his army to join the Scarlet Crusade.

For a moment, Lordaeron seemed to regain the light of hope, and the momentum of the Scarlet Crusaders was incomparably greater.

Arthas's atrocities were outraged by everyone, especially when he killed his mentor Uther and took the urn of his own father, King Terenus.

Then, in a fit of rage, the prince poured his father's ashes out of the urn and used it to hold the broken corpse of Kel'thugad, which was a heinous beastly crime.

Gianna was the hardest hit of all, and she was still desperately paralyzing and hypnotizing herself, convinced that Arthas was under the control of some evil being, and that she had to free him.

To some extent, Gianna's guess is not wrong, but if you want to free Arthas, there is only one way to kill him, but Gianna is reluctant to do so anyway.

So, when she learns that Arthas is leading an army of the undead to Quel'Thalas, she sets out.

There, she prepares to try to awaken Arthas, the prince she once loved.

But many times, great love is not the key to a miracle, but a sad cause of disaster.

Silver Pine Forest, Fenris Island.

The light slowly dissipated, and Princess Kalia slowly got up, and she succeeded in curing a patient with a high fever.

Everyone was convinced of what had happened that night, and the captain of the guard had a nervous breakdown due to the pressure and tried to rape the princess, and His Royal Highness Kalia had no choice but to stab him to death.

Now, all the refugees on the island depend on Her Royal Highness.

In terms of military leadership, Princess Kalia was replaced by several of her most trusted female guards, although they were not generals, but they had also received a relatively complete military education before, but they did not have any opportunities to practice.

"Your Highness Princess, there is news that Grand Lord Mograine has formed the Scarlet Crusade and gathered a number of sub-lords who are fighting against the damned undead scourge. ”

A female guard said with a beaming face.

Kalia didn't show joy when she heard this, but slowly shook her head.

"Lordaeron is up to us, the Scarlet Crusaders ... Do you think they will recognize the leadership of my exiled princess, Lord Mograine is a noble paladin, and I trust his virtues, but what about his men?"

The guard didn't answer, and sighed softly.

All... It's still up to you.

Kalia tightened her cloak and continued to walk towards the next patient.

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