In the Kalimdor continent, next to a spring in the forest of the Greytree Valley, the light of teleportation lit up, and then two figures appeared from within the void.

"Ashdale Forest, 10,000 years later, I can still recognize this cursed land. This is the valley where our enemy, the Night Elf demigod Cenarius, is located. "A huge body dragged on the ground, it was Manolos.

"Yes, Lord Akmund has demanded that we get rid of Cenarius before we invade Kalimdor." "Your pet orcs have recently plundered the forest and provoked the wrath of Cenarius, and Lord Akmund believes that those orcs are capable of killing Cenarius. ”

"That seems like a pretty good idea, haha." Manolos looked at the pool of water in front of him and laughed. "Tikdios, what do you think I should do?"

"Splash your blood into this spring, that burning evil aura will attract those power-hungry orcs, I don't think they will refuse such a temptation, once they drink the water here, they will have demonic powers!"

As he spoke, Manolos slit his wrist, and a large amount of blood poured into the pool, staining the puddle of water as red as fire!

"With the help of these orcs, we can get rid of Cenarius without blood, what a great idea! Hahahaha! ”

Their laughter echoed here, and then the light of teleportation lit up, and they disappeared without a trace.

In another part of the Valley of the Grey Trees, a creature with a deer's face stood on a high slope and frowned, and on him, there were wisps of divine brilliance sprinkled with it, it was none other than the Night Elf demigod, Cenarius!

"Hmm! Evil breath. I felt a hint of familiarity, who the hell is here! ”

After some probing, he didn't notice anything wrong, and then looked to the other side, where many orcs were cutting down trees to build a camp, and it was the Warsong tribe that had been separated from Thrall.

"Chief! I feel like there's something watching over us. An orc ran up to him and said to Grom.

"What surveillance? There's nothing here, don't be suspicious! Hurry up and cut down the timber, we will build a new camp here, and this will be the new home of our orcs in the future. ”

Grom was busy with that, although it felt that the forest was strange and a little too quiet, but as a powerful warrior of the Warsong Tribe, Grom was never afraid of any enemy.

Soon, many of the trees in the Grey Valley forest were cut down. Finally, the actions of the Grom Warsong tribe angered the guardian of the forest, Cenarius.

"Damned outsiders, you will bear the wrath of the Ancient Forest!"

Cenarius stood on a high place, looking at the fallen trees and the shattered earth below, and a boundless anger rose in his heart. Ten thousand years ago, this home of the Night Elves was ruthlessly destroyed, and now there are outsiders cutting down here, so how can Cenarius not be angry?

"O god of the earth, please give me the strength to drive out the evil people in front of me!"

As he spoke, green ripples appeared in Cenarius's hands, and then, the trees on the ground in front of him were shocked, turning into countless powerful tree people!

"Go, destroy all those outsiders!"

With Cenarius' order, the Treants moved slowly, heading towards the Warsong tribe of Grom.

"I don't know how these trees grew to be so hard."

An orc infantry kept chopping the bottom of the tree with a battle axe in his hand, but the trees in this forest were so hard that it took several times the effort to cut down one.

Just as the orc infantryman was swinging his axe in his hand, he suddenly felt someone approaching, but he didn't think much of it.

"Man, come and help me, this tree is so strong, it's hard to cut down."

Soon, though, he sensed something was wrong, and he jerked back to find a green-covered tree man standing behind him, swinging a huge branch and smashing it at him!

At the same time, in various parts of the forest in this Grey Tree Valley, the orcs who were cutting down trees were attacked by the tree people, and for a while, they were in chaos.

"Chief, no! I don't know where a group of powerful treants came, and our people were attacked! ”

"What!"

Grom took the battle axe and looked into the distance, and sure enough, in the forest of the Gray Tree Valley, many ancient trees actually came to life, attacking his men.

"Assemble, assemble, shrink the line, we are in the camp to defend against their attack, quick!"

After that, the orc soldiers all retreated, and they all retreated to the makeshift camp set up by Grom to defend themselves against the attack of the treants outside.

"Chief, what are we going to do?"

Grom couldn't help but frown as he looked at the orcs outside who had fenced off the camp.

Then, a tall human-faced deer body appeared in the army of countless tree people.

"Stupid outsiders, you have destroyed the forest, and you will pay with your lives!"

Grom felt a wave of divinity in Cenarius, and he knew that this powerful creature could not do any harm to him with his power.

"You watch the camp, I feel a power in the depths of this forest that makes my blood boil, and if I can get that power, I may be able to do harm to this deerman."

As he spoke, Grom arranged for his men to hold the camp here, and he quietly went out from the side, heading deep into the forest.

Shortly after Grom's departure, Thrall traveled with his army of orcs to the forest of the Greytree Valley.

"This forest seems to be a long time ago, and I can feel those ancient breath fluctuations in it."

Sal looked at the forest in front of him, and he felt that there was a powerful energy fluctuation in this forest, very powerful.

"Grom is here, I feel his breath, let's go inside!"

Thrall and Karin then led the tribe's centaurs into the forest, only to be attacked by the Treant Legion as soon as they entered.

"These ancient trees, inspired by magic, have turned into powerful treant warriors."

Thrall frowned and said, "Grom is under attack inside, and we're going to get them out!" ”

Thrall and his warriors then fought with the Treants and fought as they headed towards the camp in the forest Negrom.

"Damn, there's an outsider again!"

Cenarius hissed, and at his beckoning, more ancient trees turned into powerful treant warriors and fought with Thrall's forces.

At the same time, Feng Fan Yechen and the others were approaching the forest, and Grom was already approaching the spring water stained red by Manolos' blood.