The more powerful a person is, the more wealth and resources he possesses, or the more he has a strong desire for knowledge, the more unwilling he is to die and the more he desires to prolong his life through various methods.
To this end, their temperaments will change drastically and they will do many crazy things that ordinary people would never dare to imagine.
Especially for someone like Anthony Das who witnessed the enviable long lifespan of the high elves with his own eyes, and saw that an elven prince like Kael'thas maintained a young and handsome face when he was still an apprentice, without changing at all 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 communicating and cooperating closely for thousands of years.
In the original timeline, the reason why Antonius Dath was able to die heroically as the supreme leader of the Kirin Tor Council and Dalaran was because he did not come into contact with the Lich King Ner'zhul in advance like Kel'Thuzad, and he did not know that there was a way of immortality in this world such as transforming into a lich.
But now, because of the flapping of Zuo Si's butterfly wings, he had come into direct contact with the Lich King ahead of time, and had been nagged by the other party in his ear for several months. Naturally, his originally firm stance would inevitably be shaken.
Never underestimate these whispers from the spirit and soul realms.
Isn't "cousin" Neltharion, the black dragon king, powerful enough?
Its hard power even surpasses that of the other four guardian dragons. It has also been blessed with the power of the Titans, and can easily tear the earth apart and forcibly change the terrain and topography of a continent.
But what is the result?
After being whispered by the ancient god N'Zoth for a period of time, he went completely crazy. Not only did his temperament change drastically, but his entire family, young and old, joined in the battle and made a plan to destroy the planet under their feet.
So when Anthony Das' attitude suddenly changed, Zuo Si almost guessed the result.
The reason he didn't intervene immediately was that he was waiting for an opportunity to drive a nail into the Scourge's ranks.
After all, the biggest difference between the liches of Faerun and the liches of Azeroth is their immunity to mind control.
Even those high-level spells for controlling and dominating the undead find it difficult to have an impact on the top undead like the lich.
This means that as long as Antonidas does not actively show any intention of resistance, neither Ner'zhul nor Arthas in the future will be able to realize that this great lich is actually not under control at all.
What's more, Zuo Si also wanted to try whether he could create an advanced version of the Faerun Lich with the help of the infinite arcane energy of the Sunwell.
If the answer is yes, then he will directly let the liches organized by the Arcane Mystic Society come here collectively for strengthening.
Even more uses for the Sunwell will be developed.
Of course, the ideal situation would be to arrive before the World Tree and the Well of Eternity explode, stop Malfurion's wasteful behavior, and preserve the last Well of Eternity in the world, rather than blowing it up as a disposable consumable.
Anthony Das had no loyalty to the Lich King to begin with. He was completely unwilling and afraid of aging and death, so after a little thought he agreed to Zuo Si's proposal.
After all, he had recently witnessed with his own eyes how weak and humble Kel'Thuzad and Arthas, two of the Lich King's right-hand men, were in front of the real top brass of the Burning Legion.
At the same time, he was also shocked by the brief fight between Zuo Si and Archimonde, and unknowingly greatly increased his expectations of the power of the God of Contract.
At least from the current performance, the consciousness of the god before us is obviously much stronger than the Lich King Ner'zhul.
Based on the principle of picking the one with thicker 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 continent of Faerun was undoubtedly more advanced.
If the body is maintained well enough, even after hundreds or even thousands of years, it can still maintain the approximate appearance of when it was alive, instead of being like Kel'Thuzad, whose entire body inevitably becomes undead, making people look eerie and very uncomfortable.
In this way, under the guidance and help of Zuo Si, the archmage quickly completed the production of the semi-finished life box, drank the poison that had been prepared for him long ago, and laid in the liquid energy of the Sunwell to feel the intense and extremely painful death coming.
In a flash!
He felt as if his heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand and could no longer stretch and beat normally.
The blood in the whole body stagnated as the heart stopped beating, followed by chest tightness, chest pain and difficulty breathing. The eyes began to blacken involuntarily, and he lost consciousness after a while.
This is, without a doubt, what death feels like, physical death to be exact.
When brain cells began to die in large numbers due to lack of oxygen, Anthony Das, who felt that everything around him was pitch black, finally began to leave his body and slowly float up in a slightly bluish color.
But the next second...
The huge magic circle arranged around the Sunwell suddenly began to glow, and extracted arcane energy from the highly concentrated liquid clean water, mixed with some shadow and death energy.
In an instant, the soul was preserved in a phylactery placed above the body.
At the same time, the wizard's eyes, which had been tightly closed, suddenly opened, and he jumped up in a somersault that even young people could not do.
Then, a biting chill like that of Kel'Thuzad burst out from his eyeballs, and even his bones, muscles, and skin turned pale and slightly bluish due to the ultra-low temperature.
The paleness is the visual effect of blood completely solidifying under low temperature, while the bluishness is the slight overflow caused by high concentration of arcane and frost energy flowing in the body.
Needless to say, Zuo Si made some improvements to the lich transformation ritual of Faerun based on the energy characteristics and rules of this world, while also absorbing the advantages of the lich transformation ritual of the Scourge.
Although Anthony Das still looks like a human at this moment, his life essence has become a true lich.
Coupled with the infinite energy provided by the Sunwell during the ritual, he has completely surpassed his former disciple Kel'Thuzad and become the most powerful lich in the entire Azeroth, without a doubt.
Although not as flashy as the latter in appearance, the biggest feature of Faerun's lich is that its appearance looks not much different from ordinary zombies and skeletons.
Except for experienced adventurers and spellcasters, it is difficult for rookies and ordinary people to tell their true identities.
Only when these liches begin to chant powerful spells or release creepy auras of fear, can one recognize that these are not ordinary low-level undead creatures, but terrifying top-level undead that can wipe out their own side.
"Now, do you feel the huge gap between me and that waste Ner'zhul?" Zuo Si looked at the other party meaningfully and asked.
Anthony Das nodded enthusiastically, “Of course, I felt it.
Compared to Kel'Thuzad's flawed lich form, a lich like me is the most perfect.
One can even cast all the arcane and elemental magic that one has learned in life without restriction.
Please allow me to apologize for my previous distrust and suspicion.
From this day forward, you are my master, and I will serve you faithfully in your great plan."
After saying this, the archmage placed one hand on his chest and bowed gracefully.
After gaining eternal life, the anxiety and tension in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by a kind of admiration from the heart.
Through the Lich Commissioner Ceremony, Anthony Das has realized that the magical theories and knowledge from other worlds and even the universe mastered by the God of Contract before him absolutely surpassed any mage in the entire Azeroth.
Compared to this, the Guardians that the Council of Tirisfal painstakingly created were nothing.
Zuo Si was obviously very satisfied with the Archmage's reaction, and he ordered directly: "In that case, then you should report to Arthas and see how the Lich King Ner'zhul used his forbearance and meanness to successfully escape from his cage. By the way, help me collect the specific movements of the Burning Legion's vanguard."
"As you wish."
Anthony Das skillfully activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot, not caring at all about the life box that could ensure his resurrection after death.
Zuo Si did not stay in this place filled with huge arcane energy for too long. He took the life box and quickly chose to leave.
As Archimonde led a large number of demon lords and armies successfully through the portal and landed in Azeroth, in principle there was no force on the planet that could directly stop the Burning Legion's conquest.
Be it the last guardian Medivh, or Tyrande, Malfurion, Illidan, Cenarius who participated in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, or those Old Gods who were still sealed by the Titans, they were all powerless in front of the strongest Eredar demon.
In fact, before the Shadow Realm broke the barrier with the real world and appeared in front of everyone, the dark titan Sargeras and the Burning Legion he led were the most powerful forces in the universe.
Even the two highest-level commanders, Kil'jaeden and Archimonde, are enough to defeat all forces including the Old Gods.
The famous Legion of Light and the Mother of Light, Zera, were nothing more than a tenacious small resistance organization in their eyes.
Throughout the physical universe, wherever the Burning Legion arrives will inevitably be conquered or destroyed, and no planet except Azeroth will ever be spared.
Even Argus, which gave birth to the Titans, has now become the base and accomplice of the Burning Legion.
In order to wipe out all resistance, the first thing Archimonde did after his arrival was to launch a fierce attack on the Alliance army in Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest.
Thousands of Scourge undead, together with powerful demons, began to attack the newly built fortifications like a tide.
Fortunately, the Alliance had built a complete multi-layer flexible defense system to block this road, which included almost everything from wooden camps to stone castles.
Especially after the arrival of Prince Kael'thas, who was burdened with a blood feud, and the high elf mage, they quickly made up for the lack of magical power.
At this moment, Calia, who had been announced as the successor to the Queen of Lordaeron, was standing on the deck of the airship, directing the helmsman to turn the direction and aim the black muzzle of the side gun at the most threatening target in the distance, and then gave the order to fire a salvo.
"Fire!"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Hundreds of four-deck guns emitted a deafening roar.
Whether it was the Stitched Abominations known for their thick skin and flesh, or the Hellfires burning with green fel flames that fell from the sky, or other huge demons, they all suffered heavy casualties in this round of bombardment.
Because these are not the primitive cannons used by the Kul Tiras fleet and pirates at the beginning, but more advanced artillery sent from the rear of Stranglethorn Vale, and even have automatic loading and supply systems.
The shells are no longer simply solid iron balls or lead balls. They are all replaced with a cylindrical and conical combination with a more stable and accurate trajectory, and are filled with magic explosives extracted from minerals and stones.
The power and destructive power have changed from quantitative to qualitative compared to before.
It was obvious that the drawings that Zuo Si had previously given to the dwarf engineers were finally fully understood by them and they had produced more advanced thermal weapons.
Although Azeroth often gives people the illusion that its technological level is from the Middle Ages to the Renaissance, and even during the Orc Wars, most soldiers still used cold weapons such as swords and shields, in fact, its true technological level has long reached or even surpassed that of modern countries on Earth.
Especially the dwarf underground city of Gnomeregan, which not only has intelligent robots and early warning systems that do not require human operation, but also robotic arms, assembly lines, and aircraft and tank manufacturing factories.
Although they may lag behind the goblins in their research on explosives, the problem is that the goblins are a typical race and there is nothing they dare not or are unwilling to sell as long as you pay enough.
So Zuo Si directly spent a high price to buy the current top-level goblin explosives formula from the wealthy man Revigaz in Booty Bay.
Thus, goblin explosives and dwarven engineering, combined with artillery designs from Earth, were combined to create these powerful aerial gunships.
Almost every round of salvo would instantly clear a large area on the battlefield.
Even the Hellfire and Doomsday Guard, which have the strongest vitality and defense, find it difficult to get close to such bombardment.
Even though they had built their own magical artillery positions and were constantly firing fel fireballs at the Alliance's positions, the range on the ground could never compare to that in the air.
Usually, it would be targeted by three air gunboats shortly after it was built, and then quickly turned into ruins and a sea of fire.
The surviving demon craftsmen could only start working again while cursing, and try to find a safer place to set up an artillery position again.
There's nothing we can do about it, the planet Azeroth is so special.
The Titans gave it too much protection before it was wiped out, so the Burning Legion was unable to exert its most powerful strength, let alone use the tactic of directly attacking other planets with space fleets.
joke!
Even the planeswalker Zuo Si has not yet locked onto the spatial coordinates and can only wait patiently for Archimonde to attack Mount Hyjal. The Burning Legion's space fleet naturally cannot get close, and cannot even find the specific location of this planet in the universe.
That's why the Burning Legion was defeated twice, but it has been fighting primitive and backward ground wars all the time, and is often suppressed by the air force of Azeroth's native civilization, which is an embarrassment.
The current aerial gunboats are clearly trying to bully the other side because they are unable to send those advanced space battleships over.
In addition to the powerful air fire suppression, the eliminated primitive artillery was not wasted and was all transferred to the infantry corps on the ground.
More than 1,200 cannons were lined up directly on the multi-layered fronts, firing deadly projectiles at the rushing enemies. At the same time, mobile forces such as dwarf musketeers, tank crews and helicopters were frequently mobilized.
If that front line could not hold out, they would immediately move forward and use heavy firepower to kill all the enemies who rushed forward without leaving a single one alive.
Most importantly, filled with deep hatred for the Burning Legion and the Undead Scourge, the high elf mages brought out their best skills and teamed up with human mages to create a horrific blizzard that swept across dozens of kilometers ahead, directly freezing the capital of Lordaeron occupied by the Scourge.
Countless undead creatures had already turned into lifelike ice sculptures before they could crawl out and join the attack sequence.
There is no doubt that Archimonde's attempt to sweep across the entire eastern continent and destroy all resistance forces has failed.
Under Zuo Si's operation, the alliance retained its vitality to the maximum extent and demonstrated an extremely tenacious fighting will.
In addition, high-end combat forces such as Calia, Uther the Lightbringer, the High Elf Prince Kael'thas, Magni Bronzebeard, and Genn Greymane were all on the front line. Even if high-level demons launched an attack, they were unable to break through the defense line, and instead were killed.
This means that the Burning Legion's war in the eastern continent has become a stalemate.
Neither the millions of undead nor the elite demon legions teleported over could break through the Alliance's impenetrable defense.
The two sides continued to fight for positions at the junction of Silverpine Forest and Tirisfal Glades.
The Alliance was able to barely keep up with the consumption on the front lines, thanks to the presence of several member countries in the rear areas that produced war materials day and night.
Similarly, thanks to the undead, a free and tireless labor force, the legion can also obtain a steady supply of metals, explosives and wood needed for war from the occupied areas.
All graves with a large number of dead bodies were dug out by the Lich King's necromancers, just to make up for the large number of cannon fodder torn to pieces by incendiary bombs and artillery shells on the front lines every day.
With her outstanding leadership and powerful strength that surprised everyone, Jia Liya successfully replaced her late father as the leader of the alliance.
After all, she contributed the most in this war, and the Kingdom of Lordaeron suffered the greatest losses in population and manpower.
However, Zuo Si, who never showed up, knew very well that the reason why the alliance could withstand the attack of the legion was not because they were so powerful.
Instead, Archimonde had already set out for Kalimdor with his elite troops, eager to pursue the World Tree that had haunted him, and the second Well of Eternity hidden beneath its roots.
Otherwise, as long as this guy personally led the charge, he could tear apart all those seemingly solid defense lines, camps, fortresses and fortresses in one round.
Even his personal appearance could not prevent such catastrophic consequences.
Just when the war in the eastern continent was at a stalemate, the fleet led by Jaina finally crossed the Endless Sea and arrived in Kalimdor on the other side.
Because the Kul Tiras fleet was familiar with the ocean currents and climate, they did not encounter storms like the orcs led by Thrall, and they even caught up with the orcs who set out earlier and landed on the barren red soil near southern Azshara.
After the three wars, this land will be occupied by the orcs and named "Durotar" after Thrall's father, and the famous city of Orgrimmar will be built along the river.
But now it is just a piece of extremely barren land. Not only is there a shortage of food, but even the fresh water that the fleet needs most is seriously insufficient.
"Lady Jaina, this is clearly not a place to stay for long. What should we do now?"
An accompanying Dalaran mage 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 to find a suitable place to settle, the army and the wizards will follow me and move inland. We need to go to a place called Stoneclaw Mountain according to the guidance of the prophet."
Jaina thought for a moment and then quickly answered.
After all, even the maritime power Kul Tiras did not penetrate deep into this ancient continent. It only occasionally established settlements and ports in some suitable places along the coast and conducted some trade with native creatures.
Most importantly, Jaina was completely unaware of this journey. She had no idea what was waiting for her at the end, or the tens of thousands of people who would follow her.
"clear!"
The wizard quickly bowed to the young woman who was not even half his age, and then issued orders to the entire fleet.
Not long after, people who had been drifting on the sea for a long time came ashore one after another.
Some cut down the nearby bushes to build a simple camp and get some firewood. Some fished on the beach, picked up crabs, shells and other things and threw them into the pot as food. Some used bows and muskets to hunt birds, scorpions, wild boars and velociraptors that looked edible...
After a while, white smoke and the smell of food wafted up from the shore.
Several boar scouts apparently discovered this group of uninvited guests and stood far away on the cliff to observe them carefully.
In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings or a war between the two races, Jaina did not take a rest and quickly had a brief conversation with the other party, stating that she would not settle here.
When the wild boar people learned that these humans were merely passing through and temporarily resting, they immediately became less hostile than at the beginning, and even gave them many sea buckthorn berries as gifts.
It is one of the few edible plant fruits in this red barren land, and it can also replenish a large amount of vitamins that are most lacking in long-term life at sea.
In return, Jaina gave the other party 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 communication, both sides let down their guard and no longer viewed each other as potential enemies.
The quilboar were also generous in sharing what they knew about the surrounding terrain.
When it was dark, Jaina returned to her tent and quickly drew a simple map.
Looking at the two marked points on the map, he muttered to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Go west along the canyon and you will see a big river called the Wrath of the River. Cross it and turn north to reach the Stoneclaw Mountains, which is the place the prophet mentioned to me in his dream. I hope there won't be any big trouble on this road, otherwise it will be difficult for me to cope with large-scale wars and conflicts with the small number of troops I have now."
Before he finished speaking!
The mage rushed in from outside the tent and reported in an extremely nervous and serious tone: "Ma'am, it's not good. Our griffin scouts have found traces of orcs in the distance."
"What? Orcs!"
Jaina's face changed drastically and she subconsciously tightened her grip on the staff in her hand.
"Yes, these cruel and bloodthirsty green beasts. And judging from the ships docked in the bay, they should be the ones who attacked the shelter and looted the town. What should we do? Should we take the initiative to attack and teach them a lesson?"
When saying this, the wizard's tone was filled with naked and undisguised bloodlust, hatred and hostility.
Too many humans died at the hands of orcs in the first two wars, so the two sides had already been in a state of life-and-death struggle.
This is why, even in the original timeline, Jaina's first contact with Thrall began with war and battle.
Jaina was visibly hesitant.
Because although she had tens of thousands of people, the number of soldiers was only about six or seven thousand, just enough for a legion.
Judging from the number of orcs escaping from the shelter, the other side must have at least tens of thousands of people.
Considering the orcs' tradition of mobilizing all soldiers, at least half of the warriors can be mobilized to fight.
Therefore, we are obviously at a serious disadvantage in terms of military strength.
In addition, due to the unfamiliarity with Kalimdor's terrain, topography and environment, it is hard to say who will win or lose if a direct fight breaks out.
The worst thing is that the purpose of Jaina's trip was not to hunt down the orcs, but to find a way to resolve the crisis according to the guidance of the prophet.
If we fight the orcs here and wipe out all our troops, how will we deal with the more powerful enemy behind the Scourge? After thinking it over, she finally made a bold decision. She raised her head and ordered, "Immediately let the civilians board the boat and leave. We will immediately head towards Stonetalon Mountain. After crossing the Raging River, you will start building fortifications on the spot and make sure to prevent the orcs from entering the valley to disturb me."
"You plan to explore that unknown area by yourself?"
The wizard's eyes widened in surprise.
Because it is really too risky.
If anything happened to Jaina, he would have no way of explaining to Kul Tiras's naval commander Daelin.
But Jaina nodded seriously: "That's right. We don't know how far the Scourge has reached in the eastern continent. We must race against time to find out the truth. Don't worry, I can feel a strong magical force in Stonetalon Mountain. All magic will be strengthened there, so you don't need to worry about my safety."
"Okay, then I will do everything I can to prevent these orcs from getting close to Stonetalon Mountain."
The wizard agreed helplessly.
He understood that Jaina's choice was the right one.
It is not a wise move to fight with the orcs at this time.
After the brief conversation, the originally quiet camp suddenly became noisy.
The soldiers and civilians put on their clothes while grumbling and cursing.
About two or three hours later, tens of thousands of civilians boarded the ships first, weighed anchor, and slowly sailed south.
Jaina led her soldiers on a journey overnight, quickly heading in the direction of Stonetalon Mountains.
…
At the same time, far away from Stonetalon Mountains, the Warsong Clan and their Chieftain Grom Hellscream were making intensive preparations.
Especially the latter, who sat alone in front of the campfire with two blood-red eyes and kept licking his lips.
He didn't know why, but he always felt particularly manic and hungry recently, as if something in his body had been awakened again.
Unlike Thrall's rationality, Grom Hellscream obviously enjoys the excitement brought by bloodthirstiness, killing and destruction, and is deeply fascinated by it.
He never regretted drinking the demon's blood, and felt that period of time was the time he missed the most. It seemed as if he had endless strength in his body, and he could easily split those fragile human soldiers in half.
Thinking of this, the orc, whose hands were stained with the blood of innocent people, picked up his beloved battle axe - Gorehowl and gently stroked it, feeling the gray-brown marks formed by the coagulation of dried blood. He grinned and revealed his sharp fangs: "I really want to drink blood without any scruples! Thrall is too weak to give me so many rules."
At this moment, a wolf cavalryman suddenly ran over from a distance, shouting breathlessly: "Chief! I found a human army near the river ahead."
"What? Humans! Are they coming after us?"
Grom Hellscream suddenly stood up from the ground, exuding excitement and anticipation from head to toe.
“Not sure. But they are heading in the direction of Stonetalon Mountain. It seems that their destination is the same as the Warchief’s.”
The wolf cavalryman hurriedly told the results of his investigation.
Since orcs generally have poor brains and are extremely irritable and easily angered, the lower-level soldiers have no chance to express their opinions at all.
There was only one thing they had to do, and that was to obey the orders of the chief and the governor.
As for using your brain...
Sorry, that also requires brains.
"Hahahaha! Good! Very good! Wake up all the warriors immediately! Today I will drink the blood of mankind! Kill them all!"
Grom Hellscream raised his axe and laughed wildly.
Obviously, the appearance of humans made his desire for blood become stronger again, so strong that he could ignore the orders given by Thrall.
This is also the structural problem within the orcs that Zuo Si repeatedly mentioned, that is, the primitive and backward tribal politics.
Although the title of Chieftain Thrall sounds intimidating, he is actually just the leader of the Alliance elected by the various orc clans.
On weekdays, he could only give orders to the tribal leaders and let them cooperate with him to manage the huge tribe.
In other words, Thrall was unable to bypass the original tribal structure to directly command the orcs belonging to each tribe. He still had to rely on the tribal chiefs and elders 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 is in the interests of all tribes, the tribal chiefs will naturally support and obey him.
But if the opposite happens, the chiefs will start to pretend to obey but actually disobey, or even resort to coup d'état, assassination and other means to replace a new chief.
Grom Hellscream is the most famous of them.
Since he swore allegiance to Thrall, he has violated the latter's ban countless times.
But what is the result?
Not only is this guy fine, but he is still the chieftain of the Warsong Clan and can lead the army into battle alone.
And the so-called punishment was nothing more than a few verbal scoldings.
There is no way, because Grom Hellscream participated in the Second War and made great achievements, becoming a recognized hero of the orcs.
Thrall had just become the Warchief and did not have enough qualifications and achievements to suppress the powerful leader of the Warsong clan.
In desperation, he could only make continuous concessions and compromises, which eventually led to the Warsong Clan drinking the demon's blood again and killing the jungle demigod Cenarius.
What's even more interesting is that afterwards, Thrall, through a series of propaganda and guidance, portrayed this useless person who was more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything into a tragic hero, and successfully brought the remaining members of the Warsong Clan under his control.
From this point alone, we can see that he truly learned the essence of human politics - "thick black" - during his growth.
After winning the Battle of Mount Hyjal, Thrall had gained enough prestige that no one else in the entire orc community 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 Hellscream drinks the demon's blood and kills Cenarius, the entire orc race will become the public enemy of Azeroth, and may even be identified as the running dogs and minions of the Burning Legion.
Just like the role they played in the first two wars.
With the restlessness caused by the remaining demon blood in their bodies, the Warsong Clan quickly set out in the direction of Stonetalon Mountains.
The orcs had no idea that there were two pairs of eyes in the sky recording their every move.
About two or three minutes later, Zuo Sicai, who was teleported over by magic, smiled and asked, "How is it? Am I right? The orcs will never be able to get rid of the influence of the demon blood. The mere arrival of the Abyss Lord Mannoroth has made them become bloodthirsty and violent. Just wait and see, a greater disaster is yet to come."
"Okay, I admit you're right.
When the orcs were first guided to Kalimdor, it was simply because they were thought to be very good warriors and could become a force to resist the Burning Legion.
But now it seems that I didn't think enough.
The impact of the demon's blood is greater than expected.
Especially traditional orcs like Grom Hellscream.
Coupled with their original worship of power and violence, they are like a ball of extremely unstable energy that can cause serious consequences at any time.
By contrast, Sarr is a rare exception."
There was a strong sense of disappointment in Medivh's tone.
There is no doubt that the bloodthirstiness and bellicosity of the Warsong Clan finally made him see the true nature of these green-skinned monsters.
Orcs could never be a peace-loving race.
The blood of demons flows in their veins, and their bodies are filled with the genes of barbarism, murder and bloodthirstiness.
Unless someone is willing to spend thousands or even tens of thousands of years transforming them bit by bit into a more civilized and advanced race, just like they did when they tamed the trolls to become the night elves, staying would be a complete disaster.
After realizing this, Medivh immediately asked: "When do you think Grom Hellscream will drink the demon's blood?"
"That's up to Archimonde, Mannoroth, and Tichondrius.
As long as they want, they can make these brainless beasts obey their will at any time and turn them into tools in the hands of the Burning Legion again.
Just like the Lich King and the Undead Scourge they created.
But in my opinion, they should use the orcs who drank the demon's blood to try to get rid of the demigod Cenarius of Ashenvale.
After all, in the War of the Ancients ten thousand years ago, it was Cenarius who led the Wild Gods to defeat the Legion's first invasion at the cost of self-sacrifice.
Compared to the small-scale battle now, that time was a real head-on confrontation."
Zuo Si gave the answer very straightforwardly.
It is clear that with the war in the eastern continent at a stalemate, the upcoming battle in Kalimdor Ashenvale will completely reverse and change this timeline.
And he will take action personally to bring the entire orc race into eternal damnation.
Want to purify? Want to cleanse?
Want to earn the right to live in this world by making contributions? Dream on!
Zuo Si wants to bring out his evil side as the great devil and completely destroy Thrall's last hope.
He and the entire orc race became the rats crossing the street that everyone wanted to kill, just like the night elves who defected to the Burning Legion and were transformed into Satyrs.
And it's not just destruction in the ordinary sense, but they are also required to voluntarily offer up their souls and become playthings of the devils in Baator, sinking into eternal damnation until their spirit and body are completely destroyed.
There is no doubt that Zuo Si was never a kind person.
To be precise, the kind part of his heart had completely disappeared with the continuous improvement of his personal strength and his understanding of the nature of countless worlds and even the multiverse.
Therefore, I never mind releasing the maximum amount of malice towards things I hate.
It is foreseeable that no matter how hard Thrall tries, he can only watch as Grom Hellscream personally pushes the orc race into an abyss of no return...
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