Birth, old age, sickness and death are undoubtedly the extreme situations that all mortals must face, and they are also the most likely triggers for intense emotional fluctuations and even psychological imbalances.

The more powerful the person, the more wealthy and resourceful he is, or the more eager he is to learn, the more reluctant he is to die and desire to prolong his life in various ways.

For this reason, they will change their temperament drastically and do many crazy actions that ordinary people dare not even imagine.

Especially when an elven prince like Anthony Das witnessed the enviable longevity of the High Elves, and saw that an elven prince like Kael'thas maintained a young and handsome face when he was still an apprentice, and had not changed in the slightest for decades or even hundreds of years, how could he not be envious and jealous.

In fact, this is also the biggest gap between human mages and High Elf mages.

Even though the two sides have been closely communicating and cooperating for thousands of years.

In the original timeline, the reason why Anthony Das was able to die heroically as the Supreme Leader of the Council of Kenrito and Dalaran was because he did not have access to the Lich King Neozu in advance like Kel'thugad, and he did not know that there was an immortal way to transform the Lich in this world.

But now, due to the wings of Zuo Si's butterfly, he had a direct connection with the Lich King in advance, and was recited by the other party in his ear for several months, and his originally firm position will naturally inevitably waver.

Don't underestimate these whispers from the realm of spirit and soul.

"Big cousin" Nesario, the king of the black dragon, is powerful enough, right?

Its hard power even surpasses that of the other four guardian dragons, and it has also been blessed with the power of the Titans, which can easily tear apart the earth and forcibly change the terrain and landforms of a continent.

But the result?

After being whispered by the ancient god Enzos for a while, he went completely insane, not only did his temperament change drastically, but also the whole family went into battle and made a plan to destroy the planet under his feet.

So when Anthony Das's attitude suddenly changed, Zuo Si almost guessed the result.

The reason why he didn't intervene immediately was to wait for an opportunity to plant a nail into the Scourge Legion's interior.

After all, the biggest difference between the lich of the Faren continent and the lich of Azeroth is the safe immunity to mind control.

Even those high-level necromancy control and necromancy spells are hardly able to have an impact on the top undead like the Lich.

This means that as long as Anthony Das does not actively show his intention to resist, neither Neozu nor Arthas in the future will be able to detect that he, the Great Lich, is actually not controlled at all.

What's more, Zuo Si also wanted to try if he could create an advanced version of the Feren Lich with the help of the infinite arcane energy of the Sun Well.

If the answer is yes, then he will directly ask the lichs organized by the Arcane Secret Society to come here collectively to strengthen it.

There will even be more uses for the sunwell.

Of course, the ideal state is to come before the World Tree and the Well of Eternity explode, stop Malfurion's ruinous behavior, and save the last Well of Eternity in this world, rather than blowing it up as a one-time consumable.

Anthony Das had no loyalty to the Lich King in the first place, and was completely unwilling and fearful of aging and death, so after a little thought, he agreed to Zuosi's proposal.

After all, he had seen not long ago how weak and humble the two Lich Kings' right-hand men were in front of the true Burning Legion's higher-ups.

At the same time, he was also shocked by the brief battle between Zuosi and Akmund, and unconsciously raised his expectations of the strength of the God of Contracts in his heart.

At least judging from the current performance, the wisp of consciousness descended by the god in front of him is obviously a lot stronger than the Lich King Naozu.

In the spirit of picking up thick thighs, Anthony Das finally chose the former.

Moreover, he compared the advantages and disadvantages of the two lich transformation rituals, and found that the one from the Feron continent was undoubtedly more advanced.

If the body is well maintained enough, even after hundreds or even thousands of years, it can still maintain the general appearance of when it was alive, instead of the inevitable undead of the whole body like Kel'thugad, which looks eerie and very uncomfortable.

In this way, with Zuo Si's guidance and help, the archmage quickly completed the production of the half-finished life box, drank the poison that had been prepared for him a long time ago, and lay in the liquid energy of the sun well to feel the intense and extremely painful death coming.

In the twinkling of an eye!

He felt as if his heart was being clutched by a big invisible hand, and he could no longer stretch and beat normally.

The blood in the whole body came to a standstill as the heart stopped, followed by chest tightness, chest pain and difficulty breathing, and the eyes began to turn black involuntarily, and after a while, he lost consciousness.

Undoubtedly, this is what it feels like to die, to be exact, the feeling of physical death.

As brain cells began to die due to lack of oxygen, Anthony Das's soul, which felt like it was pitch black, finally began to break away from his shell and float slowly in a slightly bluish color.

But the next second......

The huge magic array arranged around the sunwell suddenly began to glow, and arcane energy was drawn from a high concentration of liquid pure water, mixed with some shadow and death energy.

In an instant, the soul was kept in a life box placed on top of the body.

At the same time, the archmage's originally closed eyes suddenly opened, and he jumped up directly in a carp posture that even young people couldn't do.

A chill like Kel'thugad's body burst out from his eyeballs, and even his bones, muscles, and skin were pale and slightly bluish in the ultra-cold state.

The pale is the visual effect of the blood completely coagulating at low temperatures, while the bluish is a slight spill from the high concentration of arcane and frost energy flowing through the body.

You don't need to ask to know that Zuo Si has made some improvements to the Lich Transformation Ritual of the Faeron Continent based on the energy characteristics and rules of this world, and at the same time has absorbed the advantages of the Lich Transformation Ritual of the Scourge.

At this moment, although Anthony Das is still in the form of a human being, the essence of his life is already an out-and-out lich.

Coupled with the infinite energy provided by the Sunwell during the ritual, he had completely surpassed his former disciple Kel'thugad and became the most powerful lich in existence in all of Azeroth.

Although it is not as ostentatious as the latter in appearance, the biggest feature of Feren's lich is that it does not look much different from ordinary zombies and skeletons.

Aside from experienced adventurers and spellcasters, it is difficult for rookies and ordinary people to tell who they really are.

It was only when these lichs began to chant powerful spells or unleashed a terrifying aura of fear that they recognized that they were not ordinary low-level undead creatures, but terrifying top-level undead capable of destroying their own side.

"Now, do you feel the gap between me and that piece of waste from Naozu?" Zuo Si looked at the other party and asked meaningfully.

Anthony Das nodded feverishly: "Of course, I feel it.

Compared to Kel'thugad's flawed lich form, a lich like me is the most perfect.

You can even cast all the arcane and elemental magic you learned in your life without restrictions.

Allow me to apologize to you for the previous distrust and suspicion.

From this day forward, you are my master, and I will be loyal to your great plan. ”

With that, the archmage touched his chest with one hand and bowed gracefully.

After attaining eternal life, the original anxiety and tension in his eyes disappeared completely, and was replaced by a kind of worship from the heart.

Through the Lich Commissioner's ritual, Anthony Das has realized that the god of contract in front of him has mastered magical theories and knowledge from other worlds and even universes, absolutely surpassing any mage in the entire Azeroth.

The Guardians that Council Tirisfa had painstakingly created were nothing compared to that.

Zuo Si was obviously very satisfied with the archmage's reaction, and ordered bluntly: "In that case, then you should report to Arthas, and take a good look at how the Lich King Neozu managed to escape from the cage with his forbearance and despicability, and by the way, help me collect the specific movements of the vanguard of the Burning Legion." ”

"As you wish."

Anthony Das skillfully activated the teleportation magic and disappeared in place, not caring at all about the lifebox that would ensure that he could be resurrected after his death.

Zuo Si didn't stay in this place full of huge arcane energy for too long, and quickly chose to leave with his life box.

With Akmund leading a large number of demon lords and armies to descend on Azeroth through the portal, there is no force on this planet that can stop the Burning Legion's conquest head-on.

Whether it is Medivan, the last guardian, or the Tyrande, Malfurion, Illidan, and Cenarius who fought in the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, or the Elder Gods who are still in the Titan seal, they are helpless against the strongest Erida demon.

In fact, before the Shadow Realm broke the barrier between it and the real world, the Dark Titan Sargeras and the Burning Legion he led were the most powerful forces in the universe.

Even the two highest-ranking commanders, Kil'Gardan and Akmund, were enough to defeat all forces, including the Elder Gods.

The famous Legion of Light and the Mother of Light, Zela, are nothing more than a tenacious little rebel group in their eyes.

Throughout the physical universe, wherever the Burning Legion arrives, it is bound to be conquered or destroyed, and no planet is spared except Azeroth.

Even Argus, who had already given birth to the Titans, had now become the base and accomplice of the Burning Legion.

In order to sweep away any resistance, one of the first things Akmund did after his arrival was to launch an onslaught on the Alliance Legions in the Tirisfarh Glades and the Silverpine Forest.

Thousands of scourge spirits, along with powerful demons, began to storm the newly built fortifications like a tidal wave.

Thanks to the Alliance's previous efforts to block the road, the Alliance had built a multi-layered system of resilient defenses, ranging from wooden barracks to stone castles.

In particular, after the arrival of Prince Kael'thas and the High Elf Mage, who have a blood vendetta, they quickly made up for the lack of magical power.

At this moment, Galia, who had already announced her successor to Queen Lordaeron, was standing on the deck of the airship, directing the helmsman to turn around and aim the muzzle of the black hole on the side of the port at the most threatening target in the distance, and then gave the order to fire a salvo.

"Fire!"

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

A deafening roar erupted from hundreds of four-deck guns.

Whether it was the Stitched Abomination, known for its rough skin and thick flesh, or the hellfire that fell from the sky and burned with green evil flames, or other huge demons, they all suffered heavy casualties in this round of shelling.

Because these weren't the original cannons used by the Kurtilas fleet and pirates in the beginning, they were more advanced artillery sent from the rear of the Great Thorn Valley, and even had an auto-reload feed system.

The cannonballs were not simply solid iron balls or lead balls, but were replaced with cylindrical and conical combinations with more stable and accurate ballistics, and were filled with magic explosives extracted from minerals and stones.

Compared with the previous power, the power and destructive power have simply changed from quantitative to qualitative.

Obviously, the drawings that Zuo Si had given to those dwarf engineers had finally been eaten by the other party and made more advanced thermal weapons.

Don't look at Azeroth, many times it will give people the illusion of the level of technology from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance, and even during the Orc War, most soldiers still use cold weapons such as swords and shields, but in fact, its real technological level has long reached or even surpassed the modern countries of the earth.

In particular, the underground city of Nomorigen, a dwarf, not only has intelligent robots and early warning systems that do not need to be operated by humans, but also has robotic arms, assembly lines, and aircraft and tank manufacturing plants.

Although they may lag behind the goblins in their research on explosives, the problem is that the goblin race is typical, and as long as you pay the full price, there is nothing they dare not sell or want to sell.

Therefore, Zuo Si directly bought the current top-of-the-line goblin explosives formula from Rivigaz, the wealthy man in Hidden Treasure Bay, at a high price.

As a result, goblin explosives and dwarf engineering, combined with artillery blueprints from Earth, finally merged to create these powerful aerial gunboats.

Almost every salvo clears a large area of the battlefield in an instant.

Even the Hellfire and Doom Guards, which have the most vitality and defense, would have a hard time rushing close in the face of this kind of bombardment.

Although they have also established their own magical artillery positions, and they are constantly firing evil fireballs at positions in the direction of the Alliance, how can the ground be as good as the air in terms of range.

Usually shortly after it was established, it was named by three aerial gunboats, and then quickly reduced to a sea of ruins and fire.

The surviving demon craftsmen could only curse and start working again, finding a safe place to try to establish an artillery position again.

It can't be helped, who made the planet Azeroth so special.

The Titans blessed it with so much protection before it was wiped out that the Burning Legion simply couldn't use its most powerful power, let alone play the tactic of directly riding the space fleet against other planets.

Joke!

Even Zuo Si, the brigade mage, has not locked the spatial coordinates until now, and can only wait patiently for Akmund to attack Mount Hyjal, and the space fleet of the Burning Legion is naturally unable to get close, and even can't find the specific location of this planet in the universe.

That's why the Burning Legion has been defeated twice, but it has been fighting primitive and backward ground wars, and it is often humiliating to be suppressed by the air power of Azeroth's native civilization.

The current air gunboats are clearly bullying the other side, and there is no way to send those advanced space battleships over.

In addition, in addition to the strong aerial fire suppression, the original artillery that was eliminated was not wasted, and all were transferred to the infantry corps on the ground.

More than 1,200 cannons lined up on multiple fronts, firing lethal projectiles at the onrushing enemy, while mobile forces such as dwarven musketeers, tank crews, and helicopters were frequently mobilized.

If the line could not stand it, it would immediately go over and kill all the enemies who rushed to it with heavy firepower.

Most importantly, full of unforgettable hatred for the Burning Legion and the Undead Scourge, the High Elf mages showed their ability to press the bottom of the box, and joined forces with the human mages to cast a terrifying blizzard that swept dozens of kilometers ahead, directly freezing the capital of Lordaeron occupied by the Scourge.

Countless undead creatures have already turned into lifelike ice sculptures before they can emerge from inside and join the attack sequence.

There is no doubt that Akmund's attempt to sweep across the eastern continent and destroy all the resistance failed.

Under Zuo Si's operation, the alliance retained its vitality to the greatest extent and showed an extremely tenacious will to fight.

In addition, the high-end combat forces such as Galia, Lightbringer Uther, High Elf Prince Kael'thas, Magni Copperbeard, and Jean Greymane are all on the front line, and even if the high-level demons attack, they can't break through the defense line, but are killed several times.

This means that the Burning Legion's war on the eastern continent has come to a seesaw.

Neither the millions of undead nor the elite demon legions teleported over could break through the Alliance's impregnable defenses.

The two sides are constantly fighting for positions at the junction of the Silver Pine Forest and the Tirisfal Woodlands.

The alliance is barely able to keep up with the attrition on the front due to the fact that several member countries in the large rear continue to produce war materials day and night.

Similarly, thanks to the undead, a free and never-tired labor force, the legion side can also obtain a steady stream of metal, explosives, and wood from the occupied territory.

All the graves where there were more dead were hollowed out by the Psychic Mages under the Lich King, just to make up for the large number of cannon fodder that was torn apart by Molotov cocktails and cannonballs on the front lines every day.

With her excellent leadership and surprising strength, she succeeded in replacing her late father as the leader of the Alliance.

After all, she contributed the most in this war, and the kingdom of Lordaeron also lost the most population and troops.

However, Zuo Si, who never showed up, knew very well that the reason why the alliance was able to withstand the attack of the legion was not how strong they were.

Instead, Akmund had already taken the elite to the continent of Kalimdor, eager to pursue the World Tree that haunted him, and the second Well of Eternity hidden beneath its roots.

Otherwise, as long as this guy personally leads the charge, he can tear apart those seemingly impregnable defensive lines, camps, fortresses, and fortresses in one round.

Even his presence could not have prevented such catastrophic consequences.

Just when the war on the eastern continent was at a stalemate, the fleet led by Gianna finally crossed the Endless Sea to Kalimdor on the other side.

Because Kultiras's fleet was familiar with the currents and climate, they did not encounter the same storm as the Orcs led by Thrall, and they caught up with their early departure and landed on the barren red soil near the south of Azhara.

After the end of the three wars, the land was occupied by the orcs, and named "Durotal" after Sal's father, and the famous city of Orgrimmar was established along the river.

But now it was a desolate land, starved of food, and the fleet was severely short of fresh water, which was most desperately needed.

"Lady Gianna, this is obviously not a place to stay for long, what are we going to do now?"

One of the accompanying mages, Dalaran, asked in a slightly helpless tone.

"Let the civilians rest for a while and then return to the ship, as the fleet takes them south in search of suitable settlements, the army and mages follow me inland. We need to follow the Prophet's instructions to a place called Stonetalon Mountain. ”

Gianna quickly replied after a moment's thought.

From the tired expression on her face, it can be seen that this trip has given her a lot of psychological pressure.

After all, even the maritime power of Kurtiras did not penetrate deep into this ancient continent, and only occasionally established settlements and ports in suitable places along the coast to conduct some trade with native creatures.

On top of that, Gianna was completely unknown to the journey, unaware of what awaited her at the end, and the tens of thousands of people who followed her.

"Understood!"

The mage hurriedly bowed to the young woman, who was less than half his age, and then delivered orders to the entire fleet.

It didn't take long for people who had been floating on the sea for a long time to come ashore one after another.

Some cut down the nearby bush to build a makeshift camp and get some firewood, some fished on the beach, collected crabs, shells and other things to throw into the pot for food, and used bows and muskets to hunt birds, scorpions, wild boars and velociraptors that looked like they could eat......

After a while, the smell of white cooking smoke and food wafted from the shore.

Several boar-man scouts apparently spotted the group of uninvited guests, standing at a distance above the cliff face to take a closer look.

In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, or to trigger a war between the two races, Gianna quickly had a brief conversation with the other party without resting, indicating that she would not settle here.

When the boar people learned that the humans were just passing by to rest their feet, they immediately became less hostile than they had been at the beginning, and gave many sea buckthorn fruits as gifts.

It is one of the few edible plant fruits in this red barren land, and at the same time it can also replenish the vitamins that are most lacking in the long life at sea.

In return, Gianna gave each other some steel daggers and short swords.

This made the boar people, who lacked the ability to smelt metal, very happy.

After just a few minutes of exchange, both sides let down their guard and no longer saw each other as potential enemies.

And the boar people are also very generous in sharing what they know about the surrounding terrain.

When it was dark, Gianna returned to her tent and quickly drew a simple map.

Looking at the two markers on the map, he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "If you go west along the canyon, you will see a large river called the Nushui River, and if you cross it, you will turn around and head north to reach Stonetalon Mountain, the place that the Prophet mentioned to me in his dream." I hope that this road will not encounter any major troubles, otherwise it will be difficult for me to cope with large-scale wars and conflicts with the little troops I am currently having. ”

The voice has not fallen!

The mage had barged in from outside the tent and reported in an extremely nervous and serious tone, "Ma'am, it's not good. Our griffon scouts spotted orcs in the distance. ”

"What? Orcs! ”

Gianna's face changed drastically, and she subconsciously grasped the staff in her hand.

"Yes, these cruel and bloodthirsty green-skinned beasts. And judging by the ships docked in the bay, they must be the ones who attacked the shelters and plundered the town. What to do? Are we going to take the initiative and give them a little bit of color? ”

As he said this, the mage's tone was full of naked and undisguised bloodlust, hatred, and hatred.

There were too many humans who died at the hands of the orcs in the first two wars, so the two sides were already in a state of undying.

This is why, even in the original timeline, Gianna's first contact with Thrall began with war and fighting.

Gianna was visibly hesitating.

Because although she has tens of thousands of people, the number of soldiers is only about six or seven thousand, which happens to be a legion.

Judging by the number of orcs who escaped from the shelter, there were at least tens of thousands of people on the other side.

Considering that the orcs have always had a tradition of being soldiers, at least half of the warriors can be put together to fight.

Therefore, in terms of troops, it is obvious that its own side is at a serious disadvantage.

Coupled with the unfamiliarity with the terrain, landforms, and environment of Kalimdor, it is not certain who will win or lose if there is a fight.

The worst thing is that the purpose of Gianna's trip is not to hunt down the orcs, but to follow the guidance of the prophet to find a way to resolve the crisis.

If you run out of troops with the orcs here, how will you deal with the more powerful enemy behind the undead scourge?

After thinking about it, she finally made a bold decision, and suddenly raised her head and ordered, "Let the civilians board the ship and leave immediately, and we will immediately head in the direction where Stonetalon Mountain is." Once you've crossed the Raging River, you'll start building fortifications on the spot, making sure to keep the orcs out of the valley and disturb me. ”

"You're going to explore that uncharted area on your own?"

The mage's eyes widened in surprise.

Because it's just too risky.

Once Gianna has three strengths and two weaknesses, he really can't explain it to the naval commander of Kurtilas, Dai Lin.

But Gianna nodded seriously: "That's right." Now we don't know where the undead scourge has been hit on the eastern continent, and we must race against time to try to find out the truth. Don't worry, I can feel a strong magical force in the location of Stonetalon Mountain, where all magic will be strengthened, so you don't need to worry about my safety. ”

"Alright, then I'll do everything I can to stop these orcs from approaching Stonetalon Mountain."

The mage reluctantly agreed.

He understood that Gianna had made the right choice.

It's not a good idea to fight with orcs at this time.

After a brief conversation, the originally quiet camp suddenly became noisy.

Swearing soldiers and civilians complained and dressed at the same time.

About two or three hours later, tens of thousands of civilians were the first to board the ship and lift anchor and slowly sail south.

Gianna led the soldiers overnight, quickly heading towards the reverse direction where Stonetalon Mountain was.

……

Meanwhile, far away from Stonetalon Mountain, the Warsong Clan and their chieftain, Grom Hellroar, are gearing up for something.

The latter, in particular, sat alone in front of the campfire with two blood-red eyes and licked his lips constantly.

I don't know why, he's been feeling extra manic and lately, as if something in his body has been awakened again.

Unlike Thrall's rationality, Grom Hellroar clearly enjoys and is fascinated by the thrill of bloodlust, killing, and destruction.

He had never regretted drinking demonic blood, and felt that it was the time he missed the most, as if he had the strength to split those fragile human soldiers in half with ease.

Thinking of this, the orc, whose hands were stained with the blood of innocents, picked up his beloved battle axe, Blood Roar, and stroked it gently, feeling the gray-brown marks formed by the coagulation of dried blood on it, and grinning to reveal its sharp fangs: "I really want to drink blood without any scruples!" Thrall was so weak that he gave me so many rules. ”

At this moment, a wolf cavalry suddenly ran over from a distance, panting and shouting, "Chief! I found the army of men near the river ahead. ”

"What? Mankind! Are they here to hunt us down? ”

Grom Hell roared to his feet from the ground, exuding excitement and anticipation.

"I don't know. But they were heading in the direction of Stonetalon Mountain, and it seemed that they were heading in the same direction as the Great Chief. ”

The wolf cavalry hurriedly told the results of his real investigation.

Since orcs are generally not very brainy, and they are extremely irritable and irritable, the low-level soldiers have no chance to express their opinions.

There was only one thing they had to do, and that was to follow the orders of the chiefs and overseers.

As for using your brain......

I'm sorry, but you have to have a brain.

"Hahahaha! Good! Very good! Wake up all the fighters at once! Today I am going to drink human blood! Kill them all! ”

Grom Inferno roared, raising the axe in his hand and laughing wildly.

It was clear that the presence of a human had made his thirst for blood strong enough to ignore Thrall's orders.

This is also the internal structural problem that Zuo Si repeatedly mentions about the orcs, that is, the primitive and backward tribal politics.

Don't look at the name of the Great Chief of Thrall, it sounds very bluffing, but in fact, it is just the alliance leader elected by the various orc clans.

On weekdays, he could only give orders to the chiefs of those tribes, and then let them cooperate with him to manage the huge tribes.

In other words, Thrall could not bypass the original tribal constitution to directly command those orcs belonging to various tribes, and still had to rely on the chieftains and elders of the tribe to carry out a series of operations such as conscription and taxation.

This is also the political structure of a typical nomadic tribe.

This means that when the Great Chief has great prestige and serves the interests of all the clans, the clan chiefs will naturally embrace and obey him.

But if it is the other way around, then the chiefs will start to disobey the law, or even simply use coup d'état, assassination and other means to replace a new big chief.

Grom Hellroar is one of the most famous.

Since he swore allegiance to Saar, it is unknown how many times he has violated the latter's prohibitions.

But the result?

Not only is this guy good, but he is still the chief of the Warsong clan and can lead the army alone.

And the so-called punishment is nothing more than two verbal scoldings.

There is no way, who made Grom Hellroar participate in the second war, and also made great achievements and became a recognized hero of the orcs.

Thrall had just not had enough qualifications and merit to suppress the leader of this powerful Warsong Clan.

In desperation, he could only make concessions and compromises, and finally caused the evil result of the Warsong Clan drinking the blood of demons again and killing the jungle demigod Cenarius.

What's even more interesting is that after the incident, Thrall also used a series of public opinion propaganda and guidance to render this waste of insufficient success and defeat into a tragic hero, and successfully brought the remaining members of the Warsong clan under his control.

From this alone, it can be seen that he really learned the essence of human politics - "thick black" when he was growing up.

By the time he had won the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Thrall had gained enough prestige that there was no second member of the orc clan who could challenge his authority.

Unfortunately, what the Great Chief didn't know was that he was no longer qualified to participate in the Battle of Mount Hyjal.

In this case, once Grom Hell's Roar and drinking the demon's blood to kill Cenarius, the entire orc race would become public enemies of Azeroth, and even lackeys and minions of the Burning Legion.

Just like their role in the first two wars.

With the restlessness of the demonic blood remaining in their bodies, the Warsong Clan soon set off in the direction of Stoneclaw Mountain.

The orcs didn't even notice that there were two pairs of eyes in the sky that recorded their every move.

About two or three minutes later, Zuo Sicai, who had been teleported through magic, asked with a smile, "How?" Am I right? Orcs will never be able to escape the influence of demonic blood. The mere arrival of the Abyss Lord, Manolos, has made them bloodthirsty and furious. Look, an even bigger disaster is yet to come. ”

"Well, I'll admit you're right.

When I first guided the orcs to Kalimdor, I simply thought that they were quite good as warriors and could be a force to resist the Burning Legion.

But now it seems that I am not thinking about it.

The impact of demonic blood was even greater than expected.

Especially traditional orcs like Grom Hellroar.

Coupled with their original cult of strength and violence, it is simply like an extremely unstable mass of energy, which can lead to serious consequences at any time.

In contrast, Saarland is more of an extremely rare exception. ”

Medivan's tone was filled with intense disappointment.

There was no doubt that the bloodthirstiness and belligerence of the Warsong Clan had finally made him see the true nature of this group of green-skinned monsters.

Orcs can never be a peace-loving race.

They have demonic blood in their veins, and their bodies are pregnant with savage, murderous, and bloodthirsty genes.

Unless someone is willing to spend thousands or even tens of thousands of years transforming them into a more civilized and higher race, just as they did when they domesticated trolls into Night Elves, it would be a complete scourge to stay.

Realizing this, Medivan immediately asked, "When do you think Grom Hellroar will drink the demon's blood?" ”

"It's up to Akmund, Manolos and Tikdios.

As long as they want, they can make these brainless beasts obediently obey their will at any time and become tools in the hands of the Burning Legion again.

Just like the Lich King and the Scourge of the Dead, they created.

However, in my judgment, they should use the orcs who drank the blood of demons to try to get rid of the demigod Cenarius in Ashenvale.

After all, in the War of the Ancients 10,000 years ago, it was Cenarius who led the gods of the wilderness to defeat the first invasion of the Legion at the cost of self-sacrifice.

Compared with the small battle now, that time was a real head-on confrontation. ”

Zuo Si gave the answer very simply.

It is clear that with the war on the Eastern Continent at a stalemate, the upcoming battle in the Grey Valley of Kalimdor will completely reverse and change the timeline.

And he will personally intervene to knock the entire orc race into a whisper that will never recover.

Want to purify?

Want to whitewash?

Want to earn the right to live in this world by making a contribution?

Dream on!

Zuo Si wants to play the evil side of his big devil and completely extinguish Sal's last hope.

Let him and the entire orc race become street rats that everyone shouts about, just like the Night Elves who defected to the Burning Legion and were transformed into Satyre.

And not only in the ordinary sense of the word, but also in the voluntary sacrifice of their souls, to become the playthings of the demons of Bato's hell, and to perish forever until they are completely destroyed in spirit and body.

There is no doubt that Zuo Si has never been a kind person.

To be precise, the good part of his heart has long since disappeared with the continuous improvement of his personal strength and his knowledge of the nature of countless worlds and even the multiverse.

So I don't mind releasing the maximum malice of what I hate.

Predictably, no matter how hard Thrall tries, he can only watch as Grom Hell's Roar personally pushes the orc race into the abyss from which it will never recover......