As Thrall, Kane Bloodhoof, and Gianna lead a handful of elite into the complex terrain of Stonetalon Mountain in search of Medivan's traces, Grom Hellroar, full of anger, reluctance, and intense restlessness, leads the Warsong Clan north to the dense jungle as far as the eye can see.

There is no doubt that this is the Ashenvale, the heart of the entire continent of Kalimdor, as well as an extremely important transportation hub and the outermost part of the core territory of the Night Elves.

That's why, in the original timeline, the Warsong Orcs had committed an unforgivable crime by killing Cenarius, but Thrall still let them stay in Ashenvale and establish a semi-permanent base.

Once this place is lost, then the Alliance's army may raid Orgrimmar at any time with the help of the Night Elves, and directly take out their lair.

The wide variety of trees in Ashenvale is also an important ingredient for building cities and camps, as well as crafting weapons, shields, vehicles, airships, and more.

You know, there isn't much decent timber to cut down in the barren grasslands.

So Thrall knew that his occupation of a part of the land of Grey Valley was a provocation to the Night Elf race, and could even be described as an insult.

It is simply normal for war to break out between the two sides.

But he still had no intention of retreating, and even allowed the Warsong clan and the Sentinel to engage in skirmishes and secret battles in the Gray Valley.

From here, further north are the spheres of influence of the Night Elves and their allies.

Whether it's the Black Coast or the Moonlit Glades, or the Hyjal Mountains and the World Tree in between, all of them are inhabited by a staggering number of intelligent creatures, not just wild beasts and lush vegetation as outsiders might imagine.

In particular, the hundred-year-old, thousand-year-old, and even thousand-year-old trees that have been awakened and endowed with wisdom by the magic of nature are scattered in every corner of the land, watching over all outsiders.

As soon as a Night Elf ally is in need, or hears a call from the demigod Cenarius, they will rise from the ground and become terrifying warriors and druids.

When the War of the Ancients broke out, the Tree Army had inflicted unimaginable damage on the Burning Legion.

Countless demons were trampled on by them to turn into meat puree and meat sauce, and even Hellfire would not last long in front of so many Treants before it was torn alive and turned into stones that fell to the ground emitting an astonishing amount of heat.

After all, Azeroth is a planet with so much energy that it is about to overflow, so the trees here are exceptionally tall.

An ancient tree like Ash Valley, which has grown savagely for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, is often 300 meters away, and even if a hole is carved out of the trunk and transformed into a villa, it is more than enough.

Similar to the redwoods on the earth, which can be ranked as the world's tallest at a height of 100 meters, it can only be regarded as a younger brother in the endless forests of the Ash Valley.

However, this kind of forest, which is full of towering trees as far as the eye can see, undoubtedly poses a very big problem for the orcs who lack advanced tools.

After all, when they were in the Eastern Kingdoms, they often only needed to use the battle axe as a weapon directly to cut down trees.

But now, using an axe to chop down the trunks of these trees, which require several people to hold hands to close?

No kidding!

Even the strength and physical strength of the orcs and the animals could not withstand such a toss.

Not to mention, logging can be a very dangerous job.

Every time a tree falls, it can have serious consequences of killing people directly.

Lumberjack is known as the most dangerous job on the planet, and a large part of the reason is due to this.

But Grom Hellroar, who was holding back his belly, apparently didn't care about any of that.

To be precise, he did not regard the laborers of his tribe as human beings at all, but as slaves and livestock, and constantly roared at his warriors to whip and stick those who seemed to be lazy.

In the same way, the warriors of the Warsong Clan, who were particularly irritable and irritable due to the demonic blood remaining in their bodies, also vented their irrepressible impulses on the laborers.

All of a sudden, the screams around the logging camp were heard.

In just a few days, countless orc laborers were covered with whip marks and bruises from the beating of sticks.

Undoubtedly, this is the cruelest and most authentic aspect of the orc clan society.

After all, a large part of the source of hard labor was the captives plundered during the civil war between the orc clans, and they were not strictly considered members of their own clan at all.

Coupled with the fact that the orcs themselves worship the strong and despise and humiliate the weak, it is a ghost to have a good attitude towards these hard laborers.

If it weren't for the same race, the defeated would have been slaughtered and the so-called "road to glory" paved with corpses, just like the captured Draenei.

So the slogan "orcs will never be slaves" can be taken as a joke, and don't take it seriously.

Because it was never the Burning Legion that really enslaved the orcs, but themselves.

"It's a wonderful sight. Looks like a good show is about to take place. ”

Seeing the excitement, Zuo Si pursed the corners of his mouth and showed a playful smile.

At this moment, the Eye of Arcan, which he had planted in the depths of the forest, had observed the Abyssal Lord Manolos spilling his own filthy demonic blood in a spring.

With Grom Hellroar's uncontrollable nature, and his thirst for power, battle, and blood, he will inevitably choose to drink it and fight the Night Elves and Cenarius to the death.

In fact, at this very moment, due to the destructive deforestation for several days, the Sentinels of the Night Elves could not bear to take action.

Like shadows, they are always able to silently emerge from the trees, shooting sharp arrows from tricky angles, piercing the arms, thighs, shoulders and other non-lethal parts of the laborers and warriors.

However, since the Night Elves' goal was only to expel them, they didn't kill the killer at first.

It's a pity that the orcs of the Warsong Clan didn't appreciate the forbearance and kindness shown by this group of "Children of the Stars".

Instead, they chased after the lone sentinels like a pack of mad dogs, splitting them alive with an axe in an incomparably savage manner, dragging their hair and raising their heads high to let out a beastly roar.

This move undoubtedly angered the Sentinel Captain.

In the blink of an eye, warnings and expulsions quickly escalated into war.

Both archers and huntresses rushed out of the shadows and launched raids on the orc camp from all sides.

It all came so suddenly that before Grom Hell's roar could react, more than a third of his unsuspecting laborers were killed or wounded.

Many warriors who lacked armor protection were shot through the eyes, mouths, throats and other fatal parts by an arrow, and fell to the ground on the spot.

The pungent smell of blood also attracts many of the jungle's predators, such as the lurking leopard and the fierce brown bear.

"Warriors! Kill them all! The Warsong Clan is unmatched! ”

The death of his men did not make Grom Hellroar flinch in the slightest, but instead rushed out with a sharp axe, smashing the moonblade in the hand of one of the sentries with a single blow, followed by a backhand axe to cut off the opponent's waist, scattering blood, internal organs, and intestines.

The rest of the orc warriors were immediately inspired, and they all charged with arrows, finding out the Night Elves hidden in the woods one by one, killing all of them.

In just ten minutes or so, this small conflict came to an end.

With their numerical superiority and fear of death, the Warsong Clan killed more than forty Night Elf sentinels, and the rest of them immediately retreated when they realized that something was wrong.

But before Grom Hell's Roar could celebrate the victory, screams and curses could be heard from another lumberyard in the distance.

It turned out that another sentry had attacked the nearby unguarded lumberyard, and more than 300 laborers and 50 soldiers were directly named by the sharp arrows in less than a few minutes, and by the time he arrived with his troops, only corpses were left everywhere.

You know, the Night Elves aren't good old people.

Whoever dares to provoke them will inevitably pay the price of blood.

Over the next few days, Grom Hellroar learned exactly what guerrilla warfare is.

The Sentinels had no intention of confronting the orcs head-on, instead scattering into squads of dozens or even dozens, using their innate ability to hide around multiple lumberyards.

As soon as there was a place where the defenses were loose, they would immediately launch a surprise attack, killing the laborers and orc warriors at lightning speed, and then setting fire to the lumberyard and stored wood.

This directly caused the fruits of the Warsong Clan's two-week-long labor to come to naught.

It also completely ignited the anger in Grom Hell's roar.

Losing his mind, he gave up the logging mission, rushed into the forest with everyone, found the stronghold of the sentinel here, and rushed straight in to kill everything that was alive in the camp.

They even imitated the customs of the old tribal period, making the corpses and heads of enemies into terrifying decorations and hanging them at the entrance of the camp, on the one hand, to show off their own strength and brutality, and on the other hand, to warn potential enemies.

Unfortunately, instead of having a deterrent effect, this awakened the sleeping forest demigod Senarius.

When the latter saw a large area of the bare forest that had been cut down to the bare forest, and the Night Elf sentinels who had been brutally killed, he immediately became angry and directly launched a full-scale attack with the remaining Night Elves.

This time, it's not just the Night Elves who join the fray, but hundreds of Treants.

"Damn! This...... What the hell is this? The tree actually came to life! ”

One of the orcs was visibly frightened and speechless, and retreated uncontrollably.

After all, no matter how stupid and brainless he was, he knew that the iron battle axe in his hand alone would definitely not be able to kill a hard, huge tree.

Even if you exert the strength to feed, at best, you will leave a mark on the trunk of the tree.

"Don't back down! Don't go back! Resist me! ”

Grom Inferno roared wildly and swung his blood roar as he rushed to the location of the demigod Cenarius.

He could feel that it was this strange creature with the upper body of a human male and the lower body of a stag that had turned the surrounding trees into treants.

As long as you can kill it, you can naturally solve the current crisis.

"A filthy monster with demon's blood on it! Look what you guys have done with this forest! ”

Cenarius had apparently noticed the bloodthirsty and furious green-skinned orc, and a look of disgust suddenly appeared on his face.

He had participated in the War of the Ancients, and he had seen the Night Elves who had defected to the Burning Legion and gradually hatched and degenerated into Sartre, so he had no good feelings for this group of orcs who also defected to the demons.

"Die!"

Grom Hell roared and charged directly, raising his hands high to slash the head of the jungle demigod in front of him in half with a direct slash.

He is clearly better at using the weapon in his hand to converse than words.

If they were all mortals, perhaps this blow would have made most of the warriors hate on the spot.

But sadly, Cenarius was not mortal.

He didn't give the orc warrior a chance to get close to him, and when he raised his hand, he released a rich natural energy.

Next Second......

A cloud of spiky vines emerged from the ground and wrapped directly around Grom Hell's roaring legs, holding them in place, the spikes tearing through large swaths of skin and muscle.

And that's not all!

An unknown natural energy has also begun to bless all allies, including the Treants and Night Elf Sentinels.

As soon as the orc warrior's weapon touches the opponent, it will immediately feel the sting of the heart, as if it has touched a sharp thorn.

The Warsong Clan, which made Grom Hellroar so proud, was completely defeated in less than ten minutes in the face of the attack of the demigod Cenarius.

What made him even more unbelievable was that the old deer also unleashed an extremely powerful magic at the end of the battle, and the nectar full of natural energy fell from the sky, causing the trees that had been cut down and only the rhizomes once again emitted green shoots and grew at a rate visible to the naked eye.

In a few moments, the bare lumber yard was once again overgrown with towering trees.

Although Grom Hellroar had seen powerful spellcasters like Gul'dan and Naozu, he had never seen the latter two's magical abilities reach such an exaggerated level.

And he, the great Warsong Clan chieftain, who had become a tribal hero in the Second War, could do nothing but stand here and be tightly wrapped around the vines and unable to move.

Impotence!

Humiliation!

Wrath!

The desire to make the blood in the body burn again!

If you could, Grom Hellroar wished anyone else had come over and cut off their heads, so they wouldn't have to endure the scorn of their enemies any longer.

Unfortunately, the biggest difference between the Night Elves and the Orcs is that they are rational and civilized enough, and they have never been in the habit of slaughtering captives.

In this way, Cenarius quickly turned away after banishing the orcs and restoring the forest that had been cut down by the Warsong clan.

Watching the enemy disappear into the depths of the dense forest once again, Grom Hell, who felt that he had suffered a great humiliation, roared through gritted teeth, "I swear! You will pay the price for despising me and the Warsong Clan! ”

The voice has not fallen!

A figure suddenly descended from the sky and landed steadily in the glade less than ten meters away from him.

The curved horns on his forehead, the huge wings behind him, the sturdy scales all over his body, and the claws on his hands and feet.

In particular, the two eyes that shimmered red were enough to make anyone who felt it feel like their blood was boiling all over their body, as if they had been summoned by some kind.

A demon?!

Grom Hell roared with a look of astonishment on his face, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Ahh Dear friend, I think you need help, don't you? ”

The demon took the initiative to say hello with a friendly smile on his face.

"Who are you? How did you find us? Grom Inferno asked with a roar.

Even though he was still entwined with vines filled with life energy, he still struggled to raise his axe for attack or defense.

The demon smiled and replied, "It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is that I can give you some help." I'm sure you've seen that the demigod Cenarius is so powerful that it's absolutely impossible to win or even kill him in your current state. ”

"So you can offer a way to defeat him?"

Grom Hell's Roar instantly moved.

A traditional orc like him values the so-called "glory" the most, and once he is humiliated by the enemy, he will not stop until he kills the other party to wash away the shame.

He is willing to pay any price for this.

This is also a manifestation of the deformed culture and values of orc society.

Life has never been important in their eyes, whether it is their own or someone else's.

"No, no, no, what I'm going to offer you is a way to make you stronger.

In the depths of this forest, there is a spring with powerful magical powers.

All you have to do is find it with your men and drink it, and you'll have the power to defeat Cenarius.

How, doesn't it sound tempting? ”

As he spoke, the demon winked playfully, then pointed in a direction deep into the forest.

Then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and the vine that imprisoned the roar of Grom Hell withered and died in an instant.

The latter, who was freed, didn't care about the scars scratched by the thorns on his body, and hurriedly wanted to ask something, but it turned out that the other party's figure disappeared directly.

There is no doubt that the chief of the Warsong Clan is full of vigilance and hostility towards the demons of the Burning Legion.

After all, he learned from Naozu that a large part of the reason why the orcs ended up in such a field was the conspiracy of the Burning Legion.

The problem is that Grom Hellroar has no choice right now.

If he can't defeat or even kill Cenarius, then he won't be able to complete the logging mission that Thrall has given him.

What's even worse is that the other party's impact directly scattered the entire War Song Clan, and it will take a lot of effort just to gather the people.

If Cenarius and the Sentinels attack again in the process, the entire Warsong Clan is at risk of being removed.

Therefore, whether it is public or private, Grom Hellroar must get through it at all costs.

After a moment of hesitation and struggle, he quickly gathered his troops and gathered an elite force of more than 1,000 people, and after handing over the task of collecting the clansmen to his subordinates, he headed for the depths of the forest.

Within two days' time, the army had spotted a green glow near a valley.

A group of Sartyrs were apparently attracted by the power of the evil energy, apparently trying to take it for themselves to strengthen their own power.

Grom Hell Roar didn't even say a word of nonsense, and rushed over directly with the blood roar.

After an effortless battle, all of Sartre was wiped out.

He himself was led by a troll witch doctor to the spring, feeling the familiar power flowing from within, and pain and struggle reappeared on his already ugly face.

As an orc who had once drunk the blood of demons, Grom would never forget the feeling and the temptation of depravity, let alone the astonishing enhancement of evil energy that filled his body.

You must know that at the end of the second war, the power of evil energy has not yet begun to fade, and he can only lead a few remnants of orcs to hold back the Alliance's attack, and even the top warriors who can deal with more than two humans at the same time will not be left behind.

So Grom misses that feeling, especially after being forgiven by Cenarius in an insulting gesture, and all he thinks about is how to kill the other person.

After a few minutes, his instinct and instinct finally prevailed over reason, and he was the first to take the lead in drinking the only drink designated by the green glowing Legion.

Moment!

The orc warrior who was still green-skinned in the last second, the blood in his whole body began to boil and burn in the next second, and both his eyes and skin quickly took on a crimson color.

Strength!

Great power!

Grom Hell's roar was filled with excitement and ecstasy, and savage, violent, and bloodthirsty impulses broke through the limits and dominated the powerful body.

The only thing that puzzled him was why his own bloodthirsty urge this time was not just killing, as if he really wanted to suck the blood of the enemy, and a hunger and thirst also emerged from the bottom of his heart.

With the chief taking the lead, the rest of the Warsong clan naturally did not fall behind, and they all lay on their stomachs on the spring water and drank the green liquid, making themselves strong and violent again.

Some orcs even have demon-like black bone spurs growing out of their bodies.

You don't have to ask to know that since drinking these liquids containing evil powers, they have all turned into evil orcs.

After the completely berserk orc army returned to the Gray Valley once again, the demon who had just given Grom Hell Roar slowly walked out of the darkness and transformed into the form of a human youth at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Obviously, it was none other than Zuo Si who came from afar to push the War Song Clan down the abyss.

And he also added some ingredients to the spring water, which is now the blood of the modified body.

That's why the orcs who drank the water from the spring felt hungry and thirsty while turning into evil orcs, eager to tear the throat of a creature and drink blood.

"Tsk, the orcs are really a bunch of simple-minded and well-limbed idiots, and they were fooled so easily, so I don't have any sense of accomplishment. It seems that there are only a handful of people like Sal, Gul'dan, and Naozu who are smart-minded. ”

Zuo Si touched his chin and smiled evilly.

Just as he was about to destroy the spring, a portal suddenly opened out of thin air, followed by Marganis, who had disappeared for a while, and the wound on his chest caused by the frost grief was completely gone.

"Long time no see."

The Dreadlord was the first to say hello.

"Your wounds healed?"

Zuo Si looked the other party up and down with interest.

Marganis subconsciously touched his chest and sighed with palpitations: "Yes, this sword almost killed me." By the way, what's going on with this spring? I seem to feel the evil power contained in the blood of the Abyss Lord. ”

"Nothing.

But your brother Tikdios spilled Manolos with his blood, trying to lure the orcs of the Warsong Clan to drink and turn them back into slaves of the Legion.

I thought it was a bit boring to have the blood of the Abyss Lord alone, so I deliberately added some ingredients to it.

When Manolos stepped forward to take in these orcs, he would be pleasantly surprised like never before. ”

When he said this, the corners of Zuo Si's mouth rose slightly to reveal a chilling smile.

As one of the very few people who had personally experienced the methods of the contract god in front of him, Marganis instantly realized that this was the other party calculating Cenarius and Manolos at the same time, and hurriedly asked, "What did you add to the spring?" ”

"Won't you go and see it?"

Zuo Si made a gesture of please, motioning for the Dreadlord to check it himself.

Apparently intrigued, Marganis walked over to the spring and held it in his palm, feeling the power hidden beneath the evil power.

After just a few seconds, he turned his head abruptly and asked in an unbelievable tone, "You actually fused the blood of the Dreadlord with the blood of another powerful creature?" ”

"yes, great work, isn't it?

Now it is no longer Manolos or the Burning Legion that truly controls the will of these orcs, but me, as the Progenitor.

I'm looking forward to seeing the spectacle of these Warsong Clan orcs swarming up and draining the Abyss Lord alive.

And, of course, the demigod of the forest who gets in the way, Cenarius. ”

Zuo Si did not hide his evil intentions in the slightest, but completely displayed them in front of the Dreaddemon King.

Because the other party had seen his dragon form in a dream, there was no need for any disguise.

"So...... Manolos is using these orcs, and you're playing with him? I don't understand, why would you let the orcs kill Cenarius if you want to stop the Legion from invading this world? Marganis asked, puzzled.

"Because I'm going to be the patron saint of Azeroth, it's enough for the gods of this world to have one of them.

The others, whether they are demigods, titans, or eternals, will either get out of the way or be eliminated by me.

Cenarius is just the beginning!

I'll begin to clean up the Titans' legacy in this world, including the High Guardians, the Crucible, the World Creation Engine, and the Emerald Dream. ”

For the first time, Zuo Si clearly expressed his intentions and goals.

Malganis was visibly startled by this almost megalomaniacal thought, and kept staring at the other with glowing eyes, trying to determine if it was a madman or something to rely on.

After about ten seconds, he cautiously asked, "What about the Burning Legion?" Are you sure to take on the Dark Titan Sargeras and his endless army? ”

"Hehe, about this, I will prove myself in the upcoming Battle of Mount Hyjal. Finally, say hello to your host on my behalf and tell him that I'm actually interested in working with him. ”

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si released the magic energy with his backhand to directly wipe out the spring water behind him from the root, and triggered a violent energy explosion.

Unprepared, Marganis was almost hit by the blast and was seriously injured again, so he had to flee in disarray.

But what frightened him more than the explosion was the other party's confident confidence.

After thinking about it, this Dreaddemon King didn't dare to delay at all, and wrote a report as quickly as possible to pass it on to the powerful master behind him.

Compared to the cautious mutual temptation between Zosi and Marganis, Grom Hellroar, who drank the blood of demons, was much more simple and rude.

More than a thousand orcs of the Warsong Clan rushed into the forest in a state of near-madness, killing them.

Whether it is a ferocious beast or a Night Elf sentinel, these guys basically adhere to the principle of not growing grass wherever they pass, killing and burning all the way, directly igniting all the forests in the Ash Valley, forming an incomparably spectacular flame.

Even though it was late at night, the surrounding environment and the sky were still illuminated red.

Screams, wails, screams of frightened or burned animals......

Any language to describe the scene before us is pale.

After drinking the blood of demons, the orc-men completely abandoned the last vestiges of their humanity and became terrifying beasts that knew nothing but destruction and killing.

Many Night Elf sentries didn't have time to put on their armor and pick up their weapons before they were knocked to the ground by a punch from the orcs rushing in from the outside, and then opened their mouths and plunged two fangs into the major artery near their necks to drink blood.

Every time they drink the blood of a Night Elf female warrior, their strength will be significantly improved, and they will even be able to learn the martial arts and tactics of the Night Elves by sucking blood.

After hundreds of Night Elves had been killed in several outposts in a row, Cenarius finally showed up once again to help these mortal allies.

When he saw the orcs now, he immediately roared angrily, "Bastard!

I knew it would be a huge mistake to let you go!

Since you don't want to leave, let's all stay here as fertilizer for plants!

Above!

Tree people!

Crush all the enemies! ”

"Hahahaha!

You've finally shown up!

Come on, let's continue the battle that was left unfinished before!

This time, only one of you and I will be able to leave alive!

Lok'tar ogar!”

Grim Hellroar, who had long been affected by demonic blood, let out a burst of laughter, picked up the blood roar, and rushed towards Cenarius.

Without saying a word, the latter immediately released the winding technique, wanting to reproduce the classic and once again press this savage and violent orc warrior in place and rub it repeatedly.

Unfortunately, Grom has fallen into complete madness at this moment, and has unimaginable terrifying power.

I saw that a large area of green evil energy flames suddenly released from his body, directly burning the vines and plants that grew from the ground.

Before Cenarius could react, a red figure instantly rushed closer, holding up a bloodstained axe and slashing it down.

Burst!

"Ahhh!!!!!!!!h

The sharp axe blade, with the blessing of great power, directly tore the bark technique used by the demigods to protect themselves, and then split the abdominal cavity to let a large amount of internal organs and intestines flow out.

If it were an ordinary person, an injury like this would definitely be hopeless, and at most a few minutes would completely die of excessive blood loss and organ failure.

But Cenarius, who is proficient in natural magic, can obviously recover himself through healing, and at least saving his life is definitely not a problem.

But at the moment when the natural healing spell was released, Grom Hell Roar pounced directly, opened his mouth and bit the forest demigod's shoulder.

Since orcs generally have very large and sharp canine teeth, his teeth effortlessly pierce the skin and muscle protection, frantically sucking the blood gushing out of the opponent's body.

With each puff, the guy could feel himself stronger than before, whether it was strength, reaction speed, punch resistance, and body recovery speed.

"Fuck off! You filthy legion lackey! ”

Cenarius picked up the claws of the giant eagle, and wanted to directly disembowel the opponent.

The moment his claws pierced the other man's abdomen, a shocking scene appeared.

Although the blow directly pulled out a large amount of intestines, Grom Hellroar remained unmoved, and still tirelessly sucked the blood of the demigod's life force.

And the injuries he had suffered were quickly restored under the nourishment of blood.

Infinite regeneration?

Cenarius's pupils dilated, narrowed, and dilated in an instant, and then, like a madman, he tried by all means to get the orcs lying on his stomach sucking blood.

But it backfired.

Not only did he fail to get rid of Grom, but more and more Warsong Clan warriors turned around and pounced on each other after dealing with the enemy.

Although Cenarius was half human, half deer, and extremely large, he could not withstand the sucking of a group of evil orcs.

After a few moments, he collapsed to the ground from blood loss.

A large number of treants rushed to rescue the enlightened and wiser demigod, but they were all forced back by the fire lit by the orcs of the Warsong Clan.

In the end, Cenarius did not escape this fate, and died of blood all over his body.

Standing next to the corpse of the demigod, Grom Hell Roar held aloft the blood-stained axe and shouted, "Win! We won! From today onwards, this land is ours! Let that cowardly boy from Thrall eat! From now on, we are the only orthodox orcs! ”

"Long live the Warsong Clan! Long live the great roar of hell! ”

"Kill, kill, kill! Kill everything that is alive! ”

"Blood! I want more blood! ”

……

Undoubtedly, the bloodthirsty Orcs are the most aggressive and aggressive creatures in this world.

Because they don't have fear, they don't feel pain, they have only one thought in their heads, and that is to kill and destroy, to destroy everything that can be destroyed.

With this in mind, Grom Hellroar directly turned on the sweeping mode in the following days.

Without even a chance to warn, the orcs rushed into the village and killed all men, women, and children.

Forest fires spread everywhere, and thousands of animals were burned and smoked to death.

With only such a small number of troops, he completed the battle of killing the demigod Cenarius, which undoubtedly made Manolos, the Abyss Lord who was hiding behind the scenes, very proud and proud.

In his eyes, the orcs who drank the blood of demons were his pets.

And the better the pet behaves, the greater the credit for the owner.

It's just that Manolos doesn't quite understand why the bloodthirsty tendencies of these evil orcs are so strange that they really want to drink the blood of their enemies.

However, for the sake of killing Cenarius, Manolos did not intend to delve into it.

After all, the entire Warsong Clan has now completely turned into a mad dog, wreaking havoc and slaughtering the Night Elves and their allies in the Ashenvale area.

If nothing else, they become a target, attracting the attention of the main forces of the Night Elves from Mount Hyjal.

In order to prevent Grom Hellroar's troops from being too small to resist, Manolos also built a small portal to allow the Legion to continuously send demons to help the orcs.

Meanwhile, on the other side of Stonetalon Mountain, Gianna had already met Sal and Kane Bloodhoof, and it was no surprise that a skirmish broke out.

But because neither side wants to fight, the casualties are not large.

But they all wondered why the other side in the eastern continent should be in Kalimdor, and it was still the place where the Prophet had guided.

With countless doubts and puzzles, the two sides began to play a race together, both trying to find the prophet before the other party.

But Gianna and Sal didn't know that the prophet Medivan in their mouth was looking at the image coming back from the crystal ball with an angry face.

It was the image of Grom Hellroar and the entire Warsong Clan burning and looting in Ashenvale, even complicity with the Burning Legion demons.

In particular, the corpse of the demigod Cenarius who fell to the ground made the last guardian subconsciously clench his fists.

You must know that Cenarius is the leader of the Wilderness Demigods of the Ancient War, and is the real main force and hero of the fight against the Burning Legion.

But now that the legion has not fully invaded the continent of Kalimdor, this veteran of the last war fell at the feet of the orcs first.

What was even more unacceptable to Medivan was that the orcs still accepted his guidance across the Endless Sea.

This also means that Cenarius himself will also be partially responsible for his death.

This sad news made Medivan, who was already very guilty and considered himself a sinner, feel extremely painful and difficult to accept.

In the same way, his sense of orcs has gradually changed from "usable" to now "scourge".

Orcs must not be allowed to survive and multiply in Azeroth!

A chill erupted from the eyes of the last Guardian, and he made a decision in his heart.

(End of chapter)