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An old orc who has lived for tens of thousands of years, how rich is his memory?

It's probably going to blow up the heads of ordinary people.

The amount of information that pours into my mind is huge, and there are countless emotions mixed in with it. If it's still the poor intelligence of about 40 points before, probably the head will be blown up. Now, with 80,000 exceptional intelligence, it's easy to deal with. Nan Xiao straightened out the ins and outs of the matter in an instant.

War of Thorns, a war started by Sylvanas Windranger, the Queen of the Forsaken.

It all started with the Icecrown Fortress.

It was the end of a war and the origin of a tragedy.

King Sarufar personally beheaded his son, Dranosh Sarufar the Younger.

Of course, he slew a shell that had been transformed into a Death Knight. Sarufar, the Deathbringer. He insisted that his son's soul had returned to Nagrand, and was roaming freely across the clear wilderness. The cold and hard thing in front of him was just a shell left by his son.

The body lay there, unmoving. Although the soul had passed away months earlier, the body had not rested until now.

Sarufar knelt down, kneeling on the cold stone floor of Icecrown, and gently picked up his son's body.

Dozens of heroes watched him. Horde and Union soldiers gave way. Someone in the crowd whispered the praises of the tribal legend's prowess.

It was a moment when Sarufar felt like he had reached the pinnacle of his glory. From then on, he dreamed of his son all the time.

Every tribal warrior should regard death in battle as honorable.

Sarufar strengthened his convictions.

As a warrior, he was never afraid to fight. He remembered the moment he slaughtered the Draenei, the moment he slaughtered Stormwind. The fall of the high walls, the whole city in flames, and the tsunami-like wail made him feel extremely happy.

However, the war ended abruptly. Peace had come, and it was very uncomfortable for him.

The streets and alleys of Orgrimmar smell of alcohol. The Coalition's agents walk in the shadows of the walls, snooping on secrets, but his people are obsessed with mead, beer, ale, wine, or whatever.

Rusty feeling.

From the bottom of his heart, Sarufar felt the need for war.

It was at this time that Sylvanas Windranger proposed to him a war.

They talked secretly in Orgrimmar's war room. On a large table in the center of the room sat a detailed map of Azeroth, depicting each piece of land. Even the Panda Man's Drifting Island is clearly drawn. The Burning Legion has fallen, and the world is more peaceful and less to do.

"Time will destroy all bonds, including those that defeat the Lich King and the Burning Legion side by side," Sylvanas said every word as sharp as her arrows, "Sarufar, how long do you think peace will last?" Five years or fifty years? ”

In the name of the soul, her gaze was as cold as ice.

Since the Burning Crusade, the Alliance and the Horde have decided to cease war and unite against the Lich King. Since then, the forces of the two sides have been at a stalemate. Forces from both sides are deployed all over the world, and any action by one side will immediately provoke a retaliatory counterattack. Both sides are well aware of the cost of a decisive battle. There is a high probability that it will lead to the destruction of Azeroth.

If the decisive battle is coming sooner or later, then it is better to break out later than to break out early. When both sides have amassed super-powerful forces, the war will raze all the nations. It's better to detonate this powder keg in advance and duke it out within the limits you can control.

The war began. The Horde's army left Orgrimmar en masse.

At first, the soldiers received orders to march on Silisus. They had no doubts about the decision and discussed how to kill insects in the desert.

Soon, the army marched through the barren lands and reached the Morshan Barrier.

That night, Sarufar gave a sudden order: the army turned to the Ash Valley. He stood up and climbed onto the roof of the car so that all the soldiers could see him. "Soldiers of the tribe, listen to me!" He growled.

The army immediately stopped, and in an instant it became silent.

"We don't go to Silisus. We didn't plan to go to Silisus in the first place. We are on a mission with a clear purpose: we will conquer Darnassus, the main city of Cadore. The Union didn't know we were coming. They weren't ready for our offensive either. The first wave of attacks is over, and the Night Elves' scouts in Ashenvale are in disarray. They will not surrender easily, they will fight back in despair. But they can't stop the tribe! ”

Sarufar raised his axe and roared. The soldiers also raised their weapons in response, setting off wave after wave.

“Lok-Tar Ogar！ Glory or death! For the Horde! ”

"For the Horde!"

The Tribal army easily took the Night Elf outpost in Ashenvale and followed the road all the way to the River Flren. The Night Elves defended the River Flon and laid a dense defensive line. Sarufar then ordered his troops to cross the narrower upper reaches and flank Astrana on a detour.

It was an important Night Elf Stronghold. Situated on an island in the middle of a lake. It is surrounded by water on all sides, and only two bridges with a straight line opposite each other can pass it. The Forsaken unleashed poison gas and despicably slaughtered all the Night Elves stationed in the fortress.

Sarufar gave the order to move on. He knew that such a despicable method of warfare would be met with retribution. And then the revenge came.

“Valar Morghulis。” He whispered this phrase that a traveler had taught him long ago.

It is said to be a prayer about life that comforts the deceased and absolves the suffering they suffered before the end of their lives.

Next, the Horde's army was subjected to various sneak attacks.

Every corpse is a horror story. The horror of the dead remains in the bloodstained footprints. The holes and blood stains left in the dirt clearly showed how the infantry had been strangled by the sudden burst of vines, or were executed when they were strangled so that they could not move.

Many of the Night Elves are druids and mages. They hid in the dark forest, quietly waiting for the tribal army to pass by. Then suddenly the arrows and magic were released. Kill dozens of tribal soldiers in one go, and then leave in an instant.

War has lost its purpose. It's no longer about winning, it's about venting anger.

The tribes and alliances tortured and killed each other's captives, and the hatred grew deeper.

The Night Elves fought desperately. They no longer wanted to resist the attack of the tribe, but only wanted to kill more tribal soldiers.

Taking the Grey Valley, Sarufar immediately sent his army to attack the Black Coast as planned.

After a brutal battle in the forest, the army finally reached the seashore.

Opposite is the main elven city. Bathed in moonlight, Teldashir resembles a tower.

Sarufar silently waited for the order. According to the original plan, Darnassus would fall into the hands of the Horde. The Horde's warships will use it as a supply hub to spread out, preventing the Alliance from continuing to obtain the Azerite Crystals from the Burning Legion's Ground Fissure. It was an important military material that could make a powerful siege weapon.

However, a small Night Elf scout changed the course of the entire world.

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