Suddenly, there was a low scream that sent the warriors in for a while. A large figure swept past the Night Elf, tearing at the body of an orc with its powerful claws.

Despite bleeding from multiple parts and a limp on his front leg, the storm was still a formidable threat. He used his body to stand in front of Eladria, his sharp beak making it impossible for the orcs to pass through it.

His appearance came at the right time, and the Night Elves used the moment to repel the two enemies in front of them. Then she glanced quickly at the Hippogriff, trying to assess his condition. The storm was no longer able to fly—it was evident from one of his stiff drooping wings—but perhaps he could still escape the battle with her.

But first, she had to get the pouch.

"Storm!" Seeing that the Hippogriff was reacting, Eladhia gestured to the orc holding the stolen loot.

The beast may not be able to fly again, but it can jump again. He used his claws to push back the two orcs beside him, then turned and leaped past Eladria's head.

The two orcs couldn't help but retreat in front of the horned eagle. The storm ignored the other orc, just pounced on the warrior with the pouch in his hand. But even in the face of such a threat, the orc refused to drop the pouch. At the same time, Eladhia rushed forward, trying to attack the orc who had been distracted by the storm.

Storm opened its beak and stuck its head forward.

A spear stabbed the horned eagle in the chest from the side. The storm let out a scream of shock, and one of the feet stumbled into his rider, knocking her flying.

Eladhia was rolling on the ground, the world spinning before her eyes. She felt a sharp pain in her chest, and she almost fainted in front of her eyes.

There was a short, scalp-tingling scream in the midst of pain. Eladhia heard a dull thump, followed by the screams of a storm. A moment later, the ground shook suddenly, and something heavy and lifeless fell beside her.

Pain consumed her...... Until the last qiē disappeared from the eyes.

An orc who had fought Eladhia leaned over to examine the Night Elf's motionless body. Blood gushed from a deep wound near the Messenger's left lung, and as she rolled on the ground, an arc of the Moonblade pierced her body.

"What's there to see?" Another orc asked. "The wound was so deep, she couldn't have been alive. ”

"If she's alive," a deep voice rumbled, "she's worthy of a warrior's death." In the face of a battle with no chance of winning, he is still so resolute and fearless. ”

A shadow walked past the second orc, a warrior far more muscular than him, one hand - brown rather than green - holding a battle axe that was better suited for both hands in battle. The massive blade of the axe looked old, stained with aged blood that was difficult to wash. The most striking feature is the many small holes that come out of the axe close to the handle.

The other orcs had also gathered, and their combined numbers were at least a dozen or more. Three of them were wounded, indicating a previous battle with the Hippogriff.

The warrior who got the pouch presented it to the chief.

"I can't breathe. She's dead. It's something she's desperately trying to protect, great Great Chief......"

The leader hung the huge tomahawk back behind his back and took the pouch. He is a Maghan orc, and as such has brown skin instead of green. His chin is wider than most orcs, and a pair of protruding thick fangs are as sharp as daggers. Unlike the rest of the group, he was bald and had a large curved tooth on each shoulder. It was in honor of his father, Grom. Because the master of the tusks is the Abyss Lord Manolos that his father killed. This powerful demon turned orcs into minions of the evil Burning Legion. And Grom killed Manolos and freed his people from the curse of demon blood.

The leader tore open the pouch and read the message. His initial reaction was just a grunt of satisfaction.

"The soul guides us. Let's be in the right place so that we can catch this prey. He slipped the parchment into the pocket around his waist. "Destiny is with us. A qiē has been arranged. The Night Elves reacted exactly as I expected. ”

"Garrosh, Hell's Roar knows everything!" The orc who handed him the pouch announced loudly. "He will lead the enemy to their end, and laugh loudly at their feeble struggle, and no one can escape his mighty battle axe, the Bloody Roar!"

"Bloodroar will soon be able to drink more of the Night Elves' blood. The glory of the great tribe lives forever. Garrosh replied in an expectant voice. "This is our land now......" he said, looking around. "So much wood. So many unmined mineral deposits. Stupid alliances don't know how to use their territory. We—we're going to build a great city here, even if it's not inferior to Orgrimmar. ”

The other orcs let out a low, but still powerful, cheer. Despite being in the wilderness, they still fear that someone else will hear them. The orcs are not afraid of fighting, but this mission is the most important part of the whole plan, otherwise the Great Chief himself would not choose to lead the team himself. The courier was an exception: the scout spotted her from afar, guessing from the path and speed of her flight that she had something important with her, and immediately reported his findings. Without hesitation, Garrosh ordered his archers to shoot down the Hippogriff.

"I've seen everything I need to see. Let's go back. The flotilla is almost there. He grinned, already imagining how the cargo was going to be slaughtered. "My gift to the Alliance must be ready......"

The rest of the warriors let out another low-down cheer. Garrosh unleashed the blood roar with a swift swing, and an unsettling scream rang out again. The Great Chief lowered his tomahawk, and his voice stopped abruptly. With weapons in both hands, he led his followers eastward.

Behind them, Eladhia moved, letting out a short ...... And then it didn't move again. (To be continued.) )