As both Gianna and Grom Hellroar discovered each other's presence, they continued to chase, probe, attack, and defend for more than two weeks.

From the banks of the Angry River, a barren place where they first met, to Ashen Valley and Stonetalon Mountain, skirmishes continued.

Almost every day, there are dozens or even dozens of dead and wounded.

On the human side, due to the healing potions concocted by some priests and alchemists of the Holy Light Church, most of the injured can be treated in time.

But the orc Warsong clan can basically only rely on their physique to resist.

The number of traditional shamanic professions, which had just been revived by the Saar, was too small to ensure that every wounded soldier could be treated.

But even so, Grom Hell's Roar continued to chase after him, unleashing the long-suppressed mania, bloodlust, and anger in his body.

He longed to split the bodies of his enemies with a roar of blood, to admire the brutal spectacle of blood splattered and guts flowing, and to make the screams and wails of his enemies the most beautiful music in the world.

With each enemy killed, the Warsong Clan chief felt his heart beat strongly, and he felt alive.

If Thrall's strongest desire is to free the orcs from the control and influence of the Burning Legion, and to no longer be slaves and tools of the other side, then the desire of Grom Hell's Roar is a never-ending fight and kill.

Clearly, he had no self-control at all, and was like a beast driven by primitive instincts.

Just as humans and orcs brought war and hatred from the Eastern Continent to Kalimdor, the warring sides were unaware of it, and had been watching them with two pairs of eyes in the darkness for some time.

The owners of the eyes are none other than the Dreadlord Tikdios and the Abyss Lord Manolos.

Ever since receiving orders from Akmund, they have come to Kalimdor in advance to prepare for the coming war.

In particular, Manolos, who had given the blood of the orcs and demons, was eager to bring these former slaves and servants back into his hands, and use their warlike and bloodthirsty nature to serve the legion.

In the eyes of the Abyss Lord, the Orcs are far more powerful and destructive than the Lich King and his waste undead.

After all, when the Dark Gate was just opened, thousands of orcs rushed into Azeroth, and with their strong individual strength alone, they instantly destroyed the Storm Kingdom.

You must know that at that time, the orcs had just been forcibly pinched together by Gul'dan's Shadow Council from a scattered nomadic state, and there was no tactics, coordination, formation or anything like that in the battle, and the word "reckless" was implemented from beginning to end.

To put it simply, it is to see that the enemy does not care about 3721 and rush up first and hack people to death.

I never think about any strategic intentions, and I don't care if the other side has more people than me.

On the Alliance's side, it was the need for sophisticated weapons forged by the dwarves, engineering skills provided by the gnomes, magical support from Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, a powerful fleet of Kurtiras, and finally its own overwhelming numerical superiority, discipline, tactical coordination, etc., to finally win the victory with the result of losing 800 self-inflicted losses and 1,000 wounds to the enemy.

This shows what a terrifying force the Orcs would be if they could obtain a steady supply of demonic blood.

On top of that, orcs generally lack the ability to think.

This also means that they will not have too many thoughts except for eating, sleeping and fighting, and they will not easily betray their masters, they are simply perfect cannon fodder and thugs.

Looking at the roar of Grom Hell who rushed into the human outpost in the distance and slashed with impunity, Manolos grinned and said in a tone full of relief, "I can't believe that after more than twenty years, these uncollared pets are still so wild and violent. It's a pity that the demonic blood left in their bodies is too thin, otherwise they would have easily defeated those fragile humans. ”

"yes.

Through two invasion wars, the orcs have greatly weakened the resistance of the eastern continent of this world.

Otherwise, the Lich King and his Scourge Legion wouldn't be so easy to get their hands on.

And as far as I know, the Legion forces left behind by Lord Akmund on the eastern continent have not been able to sweep away any resistance as quickly as expected.

Quite the opposite.

They were caught in a tug-of-war with the Alliance, and they were unable to even break through the defenses built by the opposing side. ”

Tikdios' tone revealed a naked, undisguised schadenfreude.

"Oh? Didn't Lord Akmund say anything about it? As far as I know, he doesn't have a good temper, at least not like Lord Kilgardan who gives his subordinates a second chance. ”

A look of surprise appeared on Manolos' hideous, ugly face.

In fact, Akmund and Kilgardan were two completely opposite Legion commanders.

The latter prefers to hide behind the scenes and achieve his goal by luring and plotting a series of intrigues and tricks, completely disintegrating the enemy from within, as long as it is still useful to the legion, he will not easily kill it, but give the other party a chance to make meritorious contributions.

However, the former prefers to charge into battle, leading the legion to victory after victory on the battlefield, and often punishing those who lose mercilessly.

It was hard for Manolos to imagine how terrible Akmund's fury would have been when the Legion was thwarted against a group of weak mortals.

The Dreadlord obviously knew what the Abyss Lord wanted to express, and immediately smiled meaningfully: "Hehehehe, Lord Akmund has already led the legion in the direction of Mount Hyjal.

He can't wait to destroy the World Tree and draw on the power of the Well of Eternity.

Where is the time and energy to bother with such trivial trifles.

Maybe in his opinion, when he has gained enough strength to directly summon the entire legion to this planet, any resistance is meaningless.

In contrast, it was the war on Kalimdor's side that was more important.

As for the Eastern Continent, all we have to do is hold the Alliance back so that they can't support our old enemy, the Night Elves. ”

"I see! That's why Lord Akmund asked us to re-collar these orc pets that had broken free from the Legion's grasp, and then use them to give our old friend Cenarius a little color. ”

Manolos moved his large, fat body, a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on his face.

"That's right!

Once those orcs enter the Ash Valley, according to their habits, they will definitely cut down a lot of forests to establish a base for advancement.

And this is bound to anger the Night Elf sentinels stationed in the land, as well as their traditional ally, the demigod Cenarius.

So the orcs of the Warsong Clan will be a sharp blade in our hands.

That is, of course, if you provide enough blood for them to drink again and become the berserk army that destroyed everything twenty years ago. ”

With that, Tikdios set his eyes on the endless Ash Valley Forest behind him.

It is important to know that the current Ash Valley is not what it was after the end of the three World Wars, but a large area of land that includes what the north later became known as the "Felwood Forest".

And in this land, there are not only Night Elves who live, but also allies such as Dryads, Treants, Bear Monsters, Chimera, Elven Dragons, and Giants.

That's why they're the real force against the Burning Legion.

After 10,000 years of cultivation and reproduction, the Night Elves have long since regained their strength.

After all, they have the World Tree, the Well of Eternity, and the blessings from the guardian dragons, so they don't have to worry about birth, old age, sickness and death at all.

As long as there is no large-scale war, the population can grow steadily.

Even if one child is born in 100 years, the population in 10,000 years is enough to expand fifty to a hundred times.

So the Night Elves are definitely not as weak as they appear in the game.

Especially at the moment, it has not yet suffered from the large-scale invasion and slaughter of the Burning Legion, and its own strength alone can be equal to the sum of the countries of the entire Eastern Continental Alliance combined.

Coupled with a jungle demigod like Cenarius, even the vanguard of the Burning Legion would have to break a few big teeth if they wanted to gnaw this place.

As spies sent by the Shadow Realm, the Dreadlords will not easily put themselves in danger.

Tikdios never had the intention of going into a confrontation with Cenarius himself.

He deliberately brought Manolos here in order to use the demonic blood of the other party to reactivate the fury and bloodlust of the orcs of the Warsong Clan, and use these cannon fodder to achieve his goals.

In addition, as long as the Warsong Clan once again becomes an Orc, and fights with the Night Elves and forms a blood feud, they will lose the possibility of reconciliation with the native creatures.

If you don't want to die, the only thing you can do is to rejoin the Legion and become a slave, just like the Night Elves who became Sartre.

Thinking of this, a subtle hint of pride flashed in the eyes of the Dreadlord that was not easy to detect.

Apparently unaware of the dark thoughts of the colleague beside him, Manolos stroked his fat chin and continued to ask, "How much do you know about the God of Covenant who succeeded in harming Lord Akmund, and his chosen people?" ”

"The God of Contract?

All I know is that the other person claims to be a god from another universe.

And once a miracle happened in the Valley of the Hearth, which instantly purified the army of the undead besieging the prince of Arthas.

Until now, that land, along with a large area of surrounding forests, was filled with a powerful divine energy.

But not the Light, but another force that leans towards light and order.

Whether it is an undead or a demon, as soon as you get close, you will feel an indescribable fear, and your body will be burned continuously.

What is certain is that the other side clearly has very strong power. ”

At the mention of Zuo Si, Tikdios's expression suddenly became serious.

He could clearly feel that behind this force, it always seemed that he could predict something in advance and then make targeted prevention.

This is what it looks like to move the civilians of the East Wilder region out of large numbers, and so is helping the High Elves escape Silvermoon City.

"So you think it's a long-term threat? Just like the Legion of Light? ”

Manolos looked interested.

Tikdios nodded slightly: "Yes."

Until we find out what this God of Contracts is and where he is, the best course of action is to be vigilant.

I think Lord Akmund handled it very well, and instead of staying on the Eastern Continent to entangle with the other party, he aimed at the World Tree in the Hyjal Mountains first.

Once we have taken the power of the Well of Eternity, we can transform Azeroth into a second Argus.

In this way, no matter what this contract god is and what power he has, he will not be able to compete with us for ownership and dominance of this planet. ”

"Hahahaha! You're as cunning as ever, Tikdios. But I like it! Since the Warsong Clan is so hungry, let me find an opportune time to renew the power of demonic blood. ”

With an unbridled laugh, Manolos turned around and slowly disappeared into the depths of the dense jungle with his fat ass and tail.

Everywhere he walked, he left behind a series of flames burning with green evil energy.

Tikdios, as for him, quickly cast a teleportation spell and disappeared in place.

He needed to meet with the other Dreadlords and discuss his next plans.

Of course, this plan refers to the orders of the real masters behind them, not for the Burning Legion or the Scourge Legion.

……

On the other side, the skirmish that broke out between Gianna and Grom Hellroar had already caught the attention of the Night Elf sentinels.

Tyrande, who had been debriefed, had been observing the two races in the shadows for several days.

Especially the orcs who have demonic blood in their bodies.

Having personally participated in the War of the Ancients, she is quite familiar with the demons of the Burning Legion and their minions.

Even demonic races or creatures corrupted by evil powers that have never been seen before can easily identify them.

However, because he knew from the druids that in the far eastern continent, terrible natural plagues and undead were raging, Tyrande temporarily regarded him as an escaped refugee, and did not immediately order his men to attack and expel him.

Contrary.

She gave the Sentinels an order not to get involved in the war and hatred between the two races, as long as they were carefully watching.

With their innate ability to shadow and escape, the elite Night Elf sentinels drew scale, and with the cover of the forest that obscured the sky, they were never noticed by either the orcs or the humans.

And they also domesticate some birds and animals to help them keep an eye on all these uninvited guests from all angles.

"What a bunch of savage and bloodthirsty green-skinned monsters! The demonic blood left in their bodies makes me sick! A sentry captain whispered in Darnassus.

"I know you hate them as much as you hate your fellow citizens who have fallen into Sartre. But until these outsiders are sufficiently hostile and aggressive, there is no need to see them as enemies. ”

Tyrande smiled and comforted the assistant who had followed him for thousands of years.

"Understood, I will keep my sisters patient, and try not to pay attention to the bloodthirsty and cruel actions of these green-skinned monsters."

The captain of the sentry nodded solemnly, and affectionately kissed the amulet carved in the shape of a moon maiden hanging around his neck.

It doesn't take to know that she is not only a captain of the Sentinels, but also a high-ranking member of the Elune Sisterhood, and is more than happy to obey the command of the High Priestess.

You must know that since the end of the War of the Ancients, the upper elves led by Queen Azhara have been completely overthrown, and the rest of the elves who use arcane magic have also fled, and there are only two political groups left within the entire Night Elf race.

One of them is a group of druids who sleep in the Emerald Dream Realm all day long, led by Malfurion Furywind.

Despite their large numbers and the fact that they are very powerful in both feral shapeshifting and nature magic, coupled with the support of the demigod Cenarion, they are, in principle, the supreme leadership body of the entire Night Elf race.

But the problem is that because it is impossible to focus on maintaining the rule by staying offline for a long time, the administrative, tax, military and other powers basically fall on another political group, the Elune Sisterhood.

To put it simply, religious institutions are in power.

Therefore, in the original timeline, the Night Elves were the most religious race, more religious than the trolls who believed in the god Loa.

Almost all Night Elves can't help but say Luna Blessing or Elune Blessing when something happens.

This is why after the end of the War of the Ancients, Malfurion and Tyrande will completely liquidate the upper elves who use magic magic.

In addition to the fact that they overused the power of the Well of Eternity to attract the Burning Legion, there is another important reason that is not specified, that is, the War of the Ancients actually has a very special attribute, that is, the bottom staged a coup d'état to overthrow the original ruler.

As we all know, the upper elves, led by Queen Azhara, were originally the legitimate power and the highest ruling class of the entire race, and they used arcane magic.

The druids, who learned and used natural magic, were regarded as lowly and inappropriate at the time.

After all, the Night Elves themselves have evolved from trolls under the influence of the powerful arcane energy of the Well of Eternity for a long time.

So their talent for arcane magic is far greater than that of natural magic.

Coupled with the blessings of the Well of Eternity, Night Elves who learn arcane magic have an advantage over their fellow citizens who learn natural magic to grow faster and have more potential.

Over time, the entire upper class of society was largely occupied by mages who used arcane magic.

Without the invasion of the Burning Legion, there would have been no way for the Night Elves who had learned the druids from Malfurion Fury, who had followed Cenarius.

Nor is it possible for the priestesses of Tyrande to shake the dominance of arcane magic over the entire race.

Eventually, the Battle of the Ancients, triggered by the invasion of the Burning Legion, gave the two a chance to change their fate.

Queen Azhara and the group of mages who follow her all sink to the bottom of the ocean during the explosion of the Well of Eternity, eventually making a pact with the Elder Gods and transforming into Naga who can survive in the depths of the sea.

As for the remaining upper elves who were lucky enough not to sink to the bottom of the sea, they were ruthlessly suppressed, and even forbidden to study and use any arcane magic.

Since it was to overthrow the original ruling class and come to power through a coup d'état, it was natural to put all kinds of hats on political opponents, and then knock them on the ground and step on 10,000 feet so that they could never turn over.

Through this reckoning, for the next 10,000 years, the Night Elves were led by the druids who followed the way of nature, and the Elune Sisters were the main tone of spiritual beliefs, re-condensing social consensus, unifying thoughts and consciousness, and maintaining an extremely stable state internally.

Imagine what the future of the Night Race would have been like if the Reckoning had not been initiated, and the remaining High Elves had been allowed to continue to research and develop the power of arcane magic.

If nothing else, it is almost certain that the two factions will quarrel with each other every day, blame each other, and drag their feet.

Arguments about how two or more political groups and parties check and balance each other to minimize corruption can be ignored as a joke.

As a matter of fact, the more a country implements a multi-party system and alternates in power, the higher the degree of corruption tends to be, and the more chaotic the internal administrative and management system becomes, and in the end it will inevitably evolve into a terrible scene of opposition for opposition and political parties taking the interests of the state over the interests of the state.

Therefore, whether from an objective point of view, or from the position of Malfurion and Tyrande, their purge of the remnants of the upper elves within them is a perfectly correct political method.

That's why Tyrande didn't react with anger or hatred when he saw Gianna and the other Dalaran mages using arcane magic, but was calm.

For it was never the arcane magic itself that she was hostile to, but the arrogant Queen of Azhara who lured the Burning Legion to Azeroth and the fallen elves.

Coupled with the fact that 10,000 years have passed, the priestess's anger has long since completely subsided, and she is able to calmly observe and analyze the actions of these outsiders as a bystander, and what they want to do in the continent of Kalimdor.

If they're just fleeing to get a piece of land to live and thrive, the Night Elves don't mind sharing vast forests and grasslands with their counterparts.

Even provide some necessary food and other help, just as they can live peacefully with the bears, boar people, minotaurs, etc.

However, if they are minions of the Burning Legion, then they will get a taste of how sharp the Night Elves' arrows are.

The vast forests of Ashenvale and its guardian, the demigod Cenarion, will make all invaders pay.

The price of blood and death.

With this in mind, Tyrande quickly handed over the task of spying on the orcs to the captain of the sentinel, and he planned to turn around and leave to continue preparing for the arrival of the Burning Legion.

But just a second later, she felt a strong wave of arcane magic.

Next Second......

A portal opened out of thin air, followed by the figure of a young human male who appeared out of thin air, it was Zuo Si, who had just met Medivan not long ago.

I saw him touch his chest with one hand and elegantly owe this "old grandmother" who has lived for more than 10,000 years, and greeted with a smile: "Hello, Tyrande Yufeng." ”

"Who are you?"

The high-ranking priestess hurriedly subconsciously held the moon blade hanging from her waist.

Although she mostly used arrows behind her back as a weapon most of the time, few people knew that hand-to-hand combat was actually the High Priestess's specialty.

Especially after borrowing power from Elune, the goddess of the moon, through prayer, even Illidan could not guarantee that he would be able to defeat his beloved "sister-in-law" in hand-to-hand combat.

Although Illidan is not strictly a warrior, but rather a mage and demon hunter.

In Azeroth, whether as a mage or as a sacrifice, the final form is to be able to press the warrior to the ground and explode the hammer in hand-to-hand combat.

"Relax, I'm not an enemy, but a reminder to watch out for the bloodthirsty and rampaging greenskinned orcs.

You must know that they had drunk the blood of the Abyss Lord Manolos and launched a full-scale invasion of the entire eastern continent, killing all the lives they encountered, regardless of men, women, and children.

Essentially no different from the Night Elves who had fallen into Sartre.

And I also know that Akmund and his Burning Legion Expeditionary Force have descended on this world.

They used the Book of Medivan to open the portal to Azeroth.

Right now, they are heading in the direction of Mount Hyjal, and a full-scale invasion could be launched at any time to seize the World Tree and the Well of Eternity.

If nothing else, Manolos will once again release his own blood to lure the orcs to drink and become his own slaves.

My sincere suggestion is that you attack them now, and join forces with the Human Alliance to wipe out Grom Hellroar and the entire Warsong Clan.

Otherwise, it won't be long before you regret it. ”

Zuo Si solemnly issued a warning.

Obviously, he was using psychological suggestion to make Tyrande have some kind of preconceived notions.

In this way, whether or not the other party agrees to join forces to destroy the Warsong Clan, it will leave an impression in the heart that orcs are not a good thing.

And this bad first impression will quickly turn into irrepressible anger after Cenarius is killed, and the entire orc race will be treated like minions of the Burning Legion.

At that time, even if the Great Chief of Thrall jumped into the Wrath River and even the Endless Sea Maelstrom, it would be impossible to wash away the mark of the Burning Legion on his race.

"How do I know you didn't mean to discredit the orcs so that you could use us to help humanity eradicate the threat?" Tyrande asked, narrowing his eyes.

It may be that Malfurion, as her husband, has been asleep for many years and her consciousness has wandered in the emerald dream, so she has already exercised a strong heart after holding power for a long time, and she will not be moved by a few words at all.

"You don't have to believe me, just trust your eyes.

Wait and see as Grom Hellroar and his Warsong clan will soon be committing acts that will shock and furious you.

They are born executioners and saboteurs and will never know how to make peace with other races.

At the first opportunity, they will be hungry and thirsty to destroy all obstacles that stand in their way, no matter how restrained and friendly you may be.

Oh, by the way, I need to remind you before I leave, hurry up and wake up your husband, Malfurion Fury.

Otherwise, he would most likely be killed in his dreams. ”

After saying this, Zuo Si saluted again and activated the teleportation magic to disappear in place.

Several Night Elf sentinels rushed out of the shadows to capture them, but unfortunately they all crashed into the invisible force field wall, and one by one they fell to the ground and rolled into a ball.

"Can this human's word be trusted?"

The captain of the sentry couldn't help but ask with a solemn expression.

As a participant in the Battle of the Ancients, it was certainly impossible for her not to know the names of Manolos and Akmund.

Tyrande shook his head slightly, "I don't know.

But it's better to believe things like this than to believe in them.

Gather all the Sentinels at once, and we're ready to prepare for a full-scale invasion by the Legion.

You know, Akmund is not a small character.

Ten thousand years ago, he strangled Cenarius' father, the most powerful demigod of the wilderness, Malorne. ”

"And what about these orcs?"

The Sentinels glanced at the camp that had been improvised by the humans, and was mercilessly slaughtering all the captives of the Warsong Clan.

"Don't worry. Ahead lies the Ashenvale, and Cenarius and our forest allies will be watching their every move. ”

With that, Tyrande mounted his mount and quickly disappeared into the depths of the obscured forest.

At this moment, the strong uneasiness in her heart made her realize that Zuo Si's warning might be right.

The Burning Legion, which was expelled from Azeroth 10,000 years ago, has returned, and has new minions.

Seeing the back of the High Priestess gradually fade away, a raven slowly descended from the sky and changed into Medivan's appearance, and asked in a slightly curious tone, "What did you say to Tyrande?" ”

Zuo Si replied with a smile, "It's nothing, I just reminded him to be careful of the orcs of the Warsong Clan, and the news that Akmund has arrived." How are you preparing for the new meetup? ”

"I've given the Minotaur Chief Kane Bloodhoof hints in my dreams, believing that with his wisdom he should be able to understand what it means.

I'm not sure if he'd be willing to leave Thrall and meet the orcs alone, though.

After all, under Thrall's leadership, many orc warriors, although still primitive, savage, and advocating force, have a rough and arrogant spirit.

This is very much in line with the tradition of the Minotaurs.

What's more, the orcs also gave them great help in the minotaur migration. ”

As he said this, Medivin sighed helplessly.

He was beginning to regret guiding the orcs across the Endless Sea to Kalimdor now.

The latter is mixed with the simple and kind Minotaur, which really makes me feel quite embarrassed.

Mediven finally realized how unreliable his previous actions were, and he also realized that he, the last guardian, had not fulfilled his due obligations.

Especially for the destruction of Lordaeron, he was at least half responsible.

Counting the influence of Sargeras before to open the dark door and let the orcs in, it is a scourge.

However, Zuo Si was disapprehensive and comforted: "It doesn't matter. If Sal wants to come, let him come.

Anyway, it won't be long before Grom Hellroar will personally bury all of the High Chief's efforts and push the orcs back into the abyss.

When the time comes, let the Minotaurs see for themselves what the orcs have done, and learn about the casualties and destruction caused by the two wars on the eastern continent, as well as the brutal slaughter of men, women, and children.

I'm sure Kane Bloodhoof will make a wise choice. ”

"Well, I hope you're right. In a little while, I'll arrange this meeting in the caves of Stonetalon Mountain, and I'll leave it to you. ”

With that, Medivan once again took off into the sky as a raven.

After the last guardian turned into an almost invisible black dot, the corners of Zuo Si's mouth rose slightly, and he muttered in a voice that only he could hear: "Now that the stage has been set up and the actors are in place, it's time to stage the prelude to the complete downfall of the orcs."

Dear Grand Chief Sal, don't blame me.

After all, I'm not targeting you, I'm targeting the entire orc race.

If anything, blame Grom Hellroar and your failure to restrain the bloodthirsty Warsong Clan. ”

With the last word blurted out, Zuo Si's figure instantly became transparent, until it completely blended in with the surrounding environment and completely disappeared visually.

……

At the same time, Thrall, who is long overdue, finally discovers the Warsong Clan, which is in pursuit of the human army.

Although he himself did not want to continue this war, let alone deepen the hatred between the two races, he warned Grom Hell Roar more than once not to take the initiative to attack human territory, let alone provoke war at will.

But in this situation where the war was already engaged, he was obviously unable to stop the war, so he could only join it and destroy a human camp, and watched the Warsong Clan slaughter all living humans.

The pungent smell of blood, the corpses and blood everywhere, and the orc warriors who had become extremely excited by the violent killing, all gave Thrall a strong sense of unease.

The eyes of some of the warriors began to glow with a strange red light, as if demonic blood had once again awakened within them.

"Damn!

Grom!

How many times have I told you not to provoke those humans.

We've had enough trouble now, do you want to drag everyone to hell before you are willing?

Or have you completely lost your mind, have a problem with your brain, and can't understand my orders at all?

Unable to bear it any longer, Thrall let out an angry roar at the chief of the Warsong Clan.

You must know that this big chief always shows a calm, rational and wise image on weekdays, and rarely gets angry in front of his subordinates.

Normally, when he gets angry, the chiefs of the other clans will immediately shut up in obedience, no matter how dissatisfied.

Unfortunately, Grom Hellroar, who was affected by the demon's blood, could not hold back the restlessness in his heart, and suddenly stepped forward and looked directly into the latter's eyes, and replied unceremoniously: "Don't come to me to preach, boy! Damn these cowardly human mounds! What's more, don't you feel it? This irrepressible urge is just like it was back then...... It's as if the devil is all around us! ”

"Demons?!"

Hearing this word, the anger on Sal's face quickly turned solemn, and even ignored the other party's rudeness, and immediately leaned his head closer and lowered his voice to ask, "Tell me, what did you feel?" Could it be that the demonic blood that remains in the body is starting to affect our warriors again? ”

"You guessed it. Look at the fighters, look at me, even the hard labor has become more impulsive and manic than before. Only fighting and killing can keep us all from going crazy. ”

Grom Inferno roared and spoke of the current state of the entire Warsong Clan.

As a shaman who was able to communicate with the elements and spirits, Thrall clearly felt a strong sense of restlessness and restlessness, and was silent for a long time before gritting his teeth and giving orders.

"You and your Warsong Clan immediately head to Ashenvale to cut down trees and establish a base. I think this heavy physical work should allow you to vent your excess energy. ”

"What?

Are you crazy?

Let the strongest warriors do the physical work?

You are an insult to the Warsong Clan!

And take a good look at the camps built by humans in front of you, it is impossible to enter Stonetalon Mountain without my help. ”

Grom Hell roared and shouted loudly to express his displeasure and protest.

"Nope! I don't need your help.

Because I hired two airships with those goblins to fly directly over the human camp.

So you and your Warsong clan will honestly go and set up camp in the woods.

Remember, if I don't see a camp big enough and intact when I come back, you're just waiting to be punished.

Don't forget, I'm the Great Chief.

And all you need to do is follow orders! ”

Sal said this in a categorical manner, leaving no room for negotiation.

Although he was too young for the orc's age, that condescending aura suppressed the battle-hardened roar of Grom Hell.

In the end, the latter did not continue to argue and was busy, and angrily led the Warsong Clan in the direction where the Gray Valley was located.

Since the barren land is an arid grassland, there are not many trees to cut down.

Only by heading north along the Nushui River to the Grey Valley can you see the dense forests as far as the eye can see.

With that, Grom Hellroar, who thinks he's got the trouble done, boards the airship with Kane Bloodhoof and heads towards the complex and steep Rocktalon Mountain.

Although they were greeted with ballistas, cannons, muskets, and griffon cavalry as they passed over the human camp, they managed to fly through with the goblins' skill.

Probably due to the high level of nervousness, Thrall did not notice the obvious complexity in the eyes of the Minotaur Chieftain, who was always following him.

You don't need to ask to know that this must be the effect of Medivan entering the latter's dream through a spell in the recent past.

As perhaps the most belligerent and peaceful race of the entire Azeroth natives, the Minotaurs are undoubtedly full of disgust and rejection for the brutal killing of the Warsong Clan.

And they were keenly aware that while Thrall was furious at Grom Hellroar, the other orcs around him didn't see the killing as too much of a problem.

After all, since entering Azeroth through the Dark Gate, they have maintained this three-light policy of no grass in their passage during the war.

Unconsciously, a rift also appeared between the two originally close allies......

(End of chapter)