As Jaina and Grom Hellscream both discovered each other's existence, the two sides continued to chase, test, attack, and defend for more than two weeks.
From the first encounter on the banks of the Angry River in the Barrens to Ashenvale and Stonetalon Mountains, small-scale battles continued.
Dozens or even hundreds of people were killed or injured almost every day.
On the human side, thanks to the healing potions prepared by some priests and alchemists of the Church of Holy Light, most of the injured were able to receive timely treatment.
But the orcs of the Warsong Clan can basically only rely on their physical strength to resist.
The traditional shaman profession, which had just been revived by Thrall, was too small in number and did not have enough capacity to ensure that every wounded soldier could receive medical treatment.
But even so, Grom Hellscream still pursued relentlessly, releasing the madness, bloodlust and anger that had been suppressed in his body for a long time.
He longed to use Blood Roar to split the enemy's body, enjoy the cruel sight of blood splattering and internal organs flowing, and regard the enemy's screams and wails as the most beautiful music in the world.
With every kill, the Warsong chieftain felt his heart beat strong and alive.
If the strongest desire in Thrall's heart is to lead the orcs free from the control and influence of the Burning Legion and no longer be their slaves and tools, then Grom Hellscream's desire is endless fighting and killing.
It was obvious that he had no self-control at all in this regard and was just like a wild beast driven by primitive instincts.
Just as humans and orcs brought war and hatred from the eastern continent to Kalimdor, the warring parties had no idea that two pairs of eyes had been watching them in the darkness for some time.
The owners of the eyes were none other than the dreadlord Tichondrius and the pit lord Mannoroth.
Since receiving Archimonde's order, they came to Kalimdor in advance to prepare for the upcoming war.
Especially Mannoroth, who had given the orcs demon blood, wanted very much to regain control over these former slaves and servants of his and use their warlike and bloodthirsty nature to serve the Legion.
In the eyes of the Lord of the Abyss, the combat effectiveness and destructive power of the evil orcs are much stronger than the Lich King and those useless undead under his command.
After all, when the Dark Portal was just opened, thousands of evil orcs rushed into Azeroth and instantly destroyed the Stormwind Kingdom with their strong individual strength alone.
You have to know that at that time the orcs had just been forcibly brought together from a scattered nomadic state by Gul'dan's Shadow Council. When they fought, they had no tactics, coordination, formations or anything like that. They were reckless from beginning to end.
To put it simply, when you see an enemy, just rush up and kill him without thinking twice.
He never considers any strategic intentions, nor does he care whether the other side has more people than him.
The Alliance, on the other hand, needed the sophisticated weapons forged by the dwarves, the engineering technology provided by the gnomes, the magical support from Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, the powerful fleet of Kul Tiras, and finally its own overwhelming numerical advantage, discipline, tactical coordination, etc., to finally win the victory with the result of losing 800 of their own and 1,000 of the enemy.
This shows how terrifying a force the evil orcs will be as long as they can obtain a stable supply of demon blood.
The most important thing is that evil orcs generally lack the ability to think.
This means that apart from eating, sleeping and fighting, they don't have too many thoughts, and will not easily betray their masters. They are simply perfect cannon fodder and thugs.
Looking at Grom Hellscream who rushed into the human outpost and killed people wantonly, Mannoroth grinned and said with a gratified tone: "I can't believe that after more than 20 years, these pets without collars are still so wild and violent. It's a pity that the demon blood remaining in their bodies is too thin, otherwise they would definitely be able to easily defeat those fragile humans."
"yes."
Through two invasion wars, the orcs greatly weakened the resistance of the eastern continent of this world.
Otherwise, the Lich King and his Scourge would not have succeeded so easily.
And as far as I know, the legionary forces that Lord Archimonde left behind in the eastern continent were not able to wipe out all resistance forces as quickly as expected.
Just the opposite.
They were stuck in a stalemate in the war with the Alliance, and couldn't even break through the defenses built by the other side."
There was naked and undisguised gloating in Tichondrius' tone.
"Oh? Didn't Lord Archimonde say anything about this? As far as I know, he has a bad temper. At least he is not like Lord Kil'jaeden who would give his subordinates a second chance."
An expression of surprise appeared on Mannoroth's hideous and ugly face.
In fact, Archimonde and Kil'jaeden are two completely opposite supreme commanders of the legion.
The latter prefers to hide behind the scenes and achieve his goals through seduction and planning a series of conspiracies and tricks, completely disintegrating the enemy from within. As long as the enemy is still useful to the legion, he will not kill him easily, but give him the opportunity to redeem himself.
But the former prefers to charge into battle, leading the legion to win victory after victory on the battlefield, and often punishes the losers severely and mercilessly.
Mannoroth could hardly imagine the terrible rage Archimonde would unleash when the Legion was hindered in its fight against a group of weak mortals.
The Dreadlord obviously knew what the Abyss Lord wanted to express, and immediately laughed meaningfully: "Haha, Lord Archimonde has led the army towards Mount Hyjal.
He can't wait to destroy the World Tree and draw power from the Well of Eternity.
There is no time and energy to deal with such trivial matters.
Perhaps in his opinion, once he has acquired sufficient strength, he can directly summon the entire legion to this planet, and any resistance will be meaningless.
In comparison, the war in Kalimdor is more important.
As for the eastern continent, we just need to hold back the Alliance so they can't support our arch-enemy, the night elves."
"I see! That's why Lord Archimonde asked us to put collars back on these orc pets that have escaped the Legion's control, and then use them to teach our old friend Cenarius a lesson."
Mannoroth moved his huge and fat body, with a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on his face.
"That's right! Once the orcs enter Ashenvale, they will definitely cut down a large amount of forest to build a forward base according to their habit.
This is bound to anger the night elf sentinels stationed in this land, as well as their traditional ally, the demigod Cenarius.
So the orcs of the Warsong clan will become a sharp blade in our hands.
Of course, the prerequisite is that you need to provide enough blood for them to drink it again and become the violent army that was able to destroy everything twenty years ago."
After saying this, Tichondrius turned his gaze toward the endless Gray Valley Forest behind him.
You must know that the current Ashenvale is not what it was after the end of the Three Wars, but includes a large area of land in the north that was later called "Felwood Forest".
And there are not only night elves living in this land, but also allies like dryads, tree men, bear monsters, chimeras, elven dragons, giants and so on.
This is why they are the real main force in resisting the Burning Legion.
After ten thousand years of cultivation and reproduction, the night elves have long since recovered their strength.
After all, they have the World Tree, the Well of Eternity and the blessing from the guardian dragon, so they are not troubled by birth, aging, sickness and death at all.
As long as there is no large-scale war, the population can grow steadily.
Even if people have one baby every hundred years, the population will be enough to expand fifty to a hundred times in ten thousand years.
So the night elves are definitely not as weak as they appear in the game.
Especially at this moment when it has not yet suffered large-scale invasion and killing by the Burning Legion, its own strength alone is enough to match the sum of all the countries in the Eastern Continental Alliance.
Add to that a jungle demigod like Cenarius, and even the Burning Legion's vanguard would have to break some teeth if they wanted to take over this place.
As spies sent by the Shadow Realm, the Dreadlords will not easily put themselves in danger.
Tichondrius never had any intention of personally confronting Cenarius head-on.
He deliberately brought Mannoroth here in order to use the opponent's demon blood to reactivate the rage and bloodthirstiness of the Warsong Clan orcs and use these cannon fodder to achieve his goal.
In addition, as long as the Warsong clan once again becomes fel orcs and fights the night elves and forges 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 those night elves who became Satyrs.
Thinking of this, a hint of imperceptible pride flashed in the eyes of the Lord of Dread.
Mannoroth was obviously unaware of the dark thoughts of his colleague. He stroked his fat chin and continued to ask, "How much do you know about the God of Contract who succeeded in harming Lord Archimonde and his chosen people?"
"Contracted God? I only know that the other party claims to be a god from another universe.
And a miracle once occurred in Hearthglen, instantly purifying the entire undead army that was besieging Prince Arthas.
Until now, that piece of land and the forests in a large area around it are filled with a powerful sacred energy.
But it is not holy light, but another kind of power that tends to light and order.
No matter whether it was the undead or the demon, as long as you got close to them, you would immediately feel an intense fear that could not be described in words, and your body would be continuously burned.
What is certain is that the other party obviously possesses very powerful strength."
When Zuo Si was mentioned, Tichondrius' expression suddenly became serious.
He could clearly feel that the power behind this seemed to always be able to predict certain things in advance and then take targeted preventive measures.
This was what happened when the large-scale civilian relocation of the East Wilde region took place, and the same thing happened when the high elves were helped to escape from Silvermoon City.
"So you think this is a long-term threat? Like the Army of Light?"
Mannoroth showed an interested expression.
Tichondrius nodded slightly: "Yes.
Until we figure out what this God of Contract is and find his location, the best response is to remain vigilant.
I think Lord Archimonde handled it very well. He did not continue to stay in the eastern continent to fight with the enemy, but instead targeted the World Tree in Mount Hyjal first.
Once we have taken away the power of the Well of Eternity, we can transform Azeroth into a second Argus.
In this way, no matter what this God of the Contract is or what power he possesses, he will not be able to compete with us for the ownership and rule of this planet."
"Hahahaha! You are as cunning as ever, Tichondrius. But I like it! Since the Warsong Clan is so thirsty, let me find an appropriate time to grant them the power of demon blood again."
With unbridled laughter, Mannoroth turned around, twisting his fat butt and tail, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the dense jungle.
Wherever he walked, he left behind a trail of flames burning with green evil energy.
As for Tichondrius, he quickly cast a teleportation spell and disappeared from the spot.
He needs to meet with other dreadlords and discuss the next plan.
Of course, this plan refers to the orders issued by the real master behind them, not for the Burning Legion or the Scourge.
…
On the other side, the small-scale battle between Jaina and Grom Hellscream has attracted the attention of the night elf sentinels.
Tyrande, who received the report, had been observing the two races in secret for several days.
Especially orcs with demon blood remaining in their bodies.
Since she 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 that have never been seen before or creatures corrupted by fel energy can be easily identified.
However, since she learned from the druids that the terrible Scourge and the undead were raging in the distant eastern continent, Tyrande temporarily regarded them as escaped refugees and did not immediately order her men to launch an attack to drive them out.
Quite the opposite.
She gave orders to the sentinel troops not to intervene in the war and hatred between the two races, and only to track and observe carefully from the sidelines.
Relying on their innate ability to Shadowmeld, the elite night elf sentinels led the enemy to a larger scale and, with the help of the cover of the forest that blocked out the sun, they were never noticed by the orcs or humans.
They also domesticate some birds and animals to help them monitor all these uninvited guests from various angles.
"What a bunch of savage and bloodthirsty green monsters! The remaining demon blood in their bodies makes me sick!" A Sentinel captain complained in a low voice in Darnassus.
"I know you hate them, just like you hate your compatriots who have fallen into the trap of becoming satyrs. But until these outsiders show enough hostility and aggression, there is no need for us to regard them as enemies."
Tyrande smiled and comforted this assistant who had followed her for thousands of years.
"Understood. I will ask the sisters to remain patient and try to ignore the bloodthirsty and cruel behavior of these green-skinned monsters."
The sentinel captain nodded solemnly and kissed affectionately the amulet carved in the shape of a moon girl hanging around his neck.
Needless to say, she is not only a Sentinel captain, but also a senior member of the Sisterhood of Elune, and is very happy to obey the command of the high priestess.
You must know that since the end of the War of the Ancients, the High Elves headed by Queen Azshara were completely overthrown, and the rest of the elves who used arcane magic also left. Only two political groups remained within the entire night elf community.
One of them is a group of druids who sleep all day and practice in the Emerald Dream, led by Malfurion Stormrage.
Despite their large numbers and extremely powerful wild shapeshifting and natural magic, coupled with the support of the demigod Cenarion, they are in principle the highest leadership body for the entire night elf race.
But the problem is that due to staying offline for a long time, they cannot focus on maintaining their rules, so the administrative, taxation, military and other rights basically fall on another political group, the Sisterhood of Elune.
Simply put, religious institutions are in power.
So in the original timeline, the night elves were the race with the strongest religious atmosphere, even more devout than the trolls who believed in the Loa.
Almost all night elves can't help but say "May Moon Goddess bless you" or "May Elune bless you" when they encounter any problems.
This is why after the War of the Ancients, Malfurion and Tyrande carried out a thorough purge of the High Elves who used magic.
Apart from the fact that they overused the power of the Well of Eternity and attracted the Burning Legion, there is another important reason that has not been pointed out, which is that the War of the Ancients actually has an extremely special attribute, that is, the lower classes launched a coup and overthrew the original rulers.
As we all know, the upper elves headed by Queen Azshara were originally the legitimate government and the highest ruling class of the entire race, and they used arcane magic.
At that time, druids who studied and used natural magic were regarded as lowly lower-class people and absolute weaklings.
After all, the night elves themselves have long been influenced by the powerful arcane energy of the Well of Eternity and gradually evolved from trolls.
Therefore, their talent in arcane magic is much stronger than that in natural magic.
With the blessing of the Well of Eternity, the night elves who study arcane magic have greater growth rate and development potential than their compatriots who study natural magic.
Over time, the entire upper class was basically occupied by wizards who used arcane magic.
If there hadn't been the invasion of the Burning Legion, night elves like Malfurion Stormrage, who learned the druid ways from Cenarius, would never have had a chance to succeed.
Tyrande's group of priestesses is also unlikely to shake the dominance of arcane magic among the entire ethnic group.
In the end, the War of the Ancients caused by the invasion of the Burning Legion gave the two a chance to change their destiny.
Queen Azshara and the group of mages who followed her all sank to the bottom of the sea during the explosion of the Well of Eternity, and eventually made a contract with the Old Gods to transform into Naga who could survive in the deep 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 research and use any arcane magic.
Since they came to power through a coup by overthrowing the original ruling class, they naturally had to put all kinds of accusations on their political enemies, then knock them to the ground and step on them ten thousand times so that they would never be able to stand up again.
Just imagine, if there is no reckoning, and the remaining upper elves are allowed to continue to research and develop arcane magic, what will the future of the night elves be like? Apart from anything else, it is almost certain that the two factions will quarrel with each other, blame each other, and drag each other down.
The argument that checks and balances between two or more political groups and parties can minimize corruption is just a joke.
In fact, the more a country implements a multi-party system where the parties take turns in power and wrangling with each other, the higher the level of corruption tends to be, and the more chaotic the internal administrative and management systems become. In the end, it will inevitably evolve into a terrible situation where opposition is for the sake of opposition and party interests are greater than national interests.
So whether from an objective point of view or from the standpoint of Malfurion and Tyrande, their cleansing of the remnants of the upper elves within the country is a perfectly correct political means.
This is also why, when Tyrande saw Jaina and other Dalaran mages using arcane magic, she did not show anger or hatred, but was very calm.
Because what she was hostile to was never arcane magic itself, but Queen Azshara and those corrupted high elves whose arrogance led the Burning Legion to Azeroth.
In addition, ten thousand years have passed, and the priestess's original anger has long since subsided. She can calmly observe and analyze the behavior of these outsiders and what they want to do on the continent of Kalimdor as a bystander.
If the night elves simply wanted to flee and obtain a piece of land to survive and reproduce, they would not mind sharing the vast forests and grasslands with them.
Even provide some necessary food and other help, just as they can live in peace with races such as bear monsters, boar people, and tauren.
But if the opponent is a servant of the Burning Legion, then they will experience how sharp the arrows of the night elves are.
The vast forests of Ashenvale and its guardian, the demigod Cenarion, will make all invaders pay the price.
The price of blood and death.
With this thought in mind, Tyrande quickly handed over the task of monitoring the orcs to the Sentinel Captain, and she herself 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.
The next second...
A portal opened out of nowhere, and a young human male figure appeared out of nowhere. It was Zuo Si, who had just met Medivh not long ago.
He placed one hand on his chest and gracefully bowed to the "old lady" who had lived for more than 10,000 years, and greeted her with a smile: "Hello, Tyrande Whisperwind."
"Who are you?"
The high priestess subconsciously grasped the moon blade hanging at her waist.
Although she mainly uses the arrows on her back as weapons most of the time, few people know that close combat is actually what this high-level priestess is best at.
Especially after borrowing strength from the moon goddess Elune through prayer, even Illidan could not guarantee that he could defeat his beloved "sister-in-law" in close combat.
Although Illidan is not a warrior in the strict sense, but a mage and demon hunter.
In Azeroth, whether you are a mage or a priest, the ultimate form is to be able to pin a warrior to the ground and beat him up in close combat.
"Relax, I'm not your enemy, but I'm here to remind you to be careful of those bloodthirsty and violent green-skinned orcs.
You have to know that they had drunk the blood of the Abyss Lord Mannoroth before, and launched a full-scale invasion of the entire Eastern Continent, killing all life they encountered regardless of gender, age or status.
In essence, they are no different from the night elves who have fallen into Satyr status.
And I also know that Archimonde and his Burning Legion expeditionary force have arrived in this world.
They used the Book of Medivh to open a portal to Azeroth.
They are currently heading towards Mount Hyjal and may launch a full-scale invasion at any time to seize the World Tree and the Well of Eternity.
If nothing unexpected happens, Mannoroth will release his blood again to lure the orcs to drink it and become his slaves.
I sincerely suggest that you launch an attack on them now and join forces with the human Alliance to wipe out Grom Hellscream and the entire Warsong Clan without leaving a single one alive.
Otherwise you will regret it in no time.”
Zuo Si issued a serious warning.
Obviously, he was using psychological suggestion to make Tyrande have some preconceived notions.
In this way, regardless of whether the other party agrees to join forces to destroy the Warsong Clan, they will be left with the impression that orcs are not good people.
This bad first impression will quickly turn into uncontrollable anger after Cenarius is killed, and the entire orc community will be treated as minions of the Burning Legion.
At that time, even if the great chief Thrall jumped into the Raging River or even the whirlpool of the Endless Sea, he would never be able to wash away the mark of the Burning Legion from his race.
"How do I know that you are not deliberately discrediting the orcs so that you can use us to help humans eliminate the threat?" Tyrande asked with narrowed eyes.
Perhaps it was because her husband Malfurion had been sleeping for many years and his consciousness wandered in the Emerald Dream, so she, who had held power for a long time, had already developed a strong heart and would not be moved by just a few words.
"You don't have to believe me, just believe your own eyes.
Just wait and see, Grom Hellscream and his Warsong clan will soon do something that will shock and anger you.
They are natural executioners and destroyers and will never know how to live in peace with other races.
Given the chance, they will eagerly destroy anything that stands in their way, no matter how restrained and friendly you may be.
Oh, by the way, before I leave, I have to remind you to quickly wake up your husband Malfurion Stormrage.
Otherwise, he would most likely be killed in his dream."
After saying this, Zuo Si bowed again and activated the teleportation magic and disappeared from the spot.
Several night elf sentinels rushed out from the shadows and tried to capture him, but unfortunately they all crashed into the invisible force field wall and fell to the ground in a heap.
"Can this human's words be trusted?"
The sentinel captain couldn't help but ask with a serious expression.
As a participant in the War of the Ancients, it was impossible for her not to know the names of Mannoroth and Archimonde.
Tyrande shook her head slightly: "I don't know.
But for things like this it is better to believe it exists than not to believe it exists.
Recruit all Sentinel troops immediately and assemble them. We must begin preparing for the Legion's full-scale invasion.
You have to know that Archimonde is not a small character.
Ten thousand years ago, he strangled Cenarius' father, Malorne, the most powerful demigod of the wilderness."
"What about these orcs?"
The sentinel glanced at the Warsong Clan, who had completely destroyed the makeshift camp built by humans and were slaughtering all the captives without mercy.
"Don't worry. Ashenvale is just ahead. Cenarius and our forest allies will monitor their every move."
After saying this, Tyrande mounted her mount and quickly disappeared into the depths of the forest that blocked out the sun.
At this moment, the strong uneasiness in her heart made her realize that Zuo Si's warning might be correct.
The Burning Legion, driven from Azeroth ten thousand years ago, has returned, and with new minions.
After watching the high priestess's back gradually fade away, a raven slowly descended from the sky and transformed into Medivh's appearance. It asked in a slightly curious tone, "What did you say to Tyrande?"
Zuo Si replied with a half-smile, "Nothing, I just reminded him to be careful of the orcs of the Warsong Clan and the news that Archimonde has arrived. How are you preparing for the new meeting?"
"I have already given a hint to the Tauren Chieftain Cairne Bloodhoof in my dream. I believe that with his wisdom, he should be able to understand what it means.
But I'm not sure if he would be willing to abandon Thrall and the orcs and meet alone.
After all, under the leadership of Thrall, although many orc warriors are still primitive, barbaric and advocate the use of force, they have a rough and bold spirit.
This is in line with the traditions that the Tauren uphold.
What’s more, the orcs also provided great assistance to the Tauren during their migration.”
While saying this, Medivh sighed helplessly.
He now began to regret guiding the orcs across the Great Sea to Kalimdor.
The latter mixed with the simple and kind-hearted minotaur really made him feel quite embarrassed.
Medivh finally realized how unreliable his previous behavior was, and he also realized that he, as the last guardian, had not fulfilled his obligations at all.
Especially for the destruction of Lordaeron, he should bear at least half of the responsibility.
Considering that he was influenced by Sargeras to open the Dark Portal and let the orcs in, he is definitely a disaster.
However, Zuo Si didn't care and comforted him, "It doesn't matter. If Sal wants to come, let him come.
In any case, it won't be long before Grom Hellscream will personally destroy all the efforts of the great chief and push the orcs back into the abyss of no return.
At that time, let the Tauren see with their own eyes what the orcs have done, and know the casualties and destruction caused by the two wars in the eastern continent, as well as the brutal massacre of men, women, young and old.
I trust Cairne Bloodhoof will make the wise choice."
"Well, I hope you are right. I will arrange a meeting in the caves of Stonetalon Mountain in a while, and then I will leave everything to you."
After saying this, Medivh transformed himself into a raven again and flew into the sky.
After the last guardian turned into an almost invisible black dot, Zuo Si raised his lips slightly and murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Now the stage is set, the actors are in place, it's time to stage the prelude to the orcs' complete downfall.
Dear Warchief Thrall, please don't blame me.
After all, I'm not targeting you, but the entire orc race.
If you want to blame someone, blame Grom Hellscream and your own failure to rein in the bloodthirsty and belligerent Warsong clan."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si's figure instantly became transparent, until it completely merged with the surrounding environment and disappeared completely from the visual perspective.
…
At the same time, Thrall, who arrived late, finally discovered the Warsong Clan who were relentlessly pursuing the human army.
Although he himself did not want to prolong the war, and even less want to deepen the hatred between the two races, he warned Grom Hellscream 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 had already started, he was obviously unable to stop it, so he could only join in and destroy another human camp, and watch the Warsong Clan slaughter all living humans.
The pungent smell of blood, the corpses and blood everywhere, and the orc warriors who became extremely excited because of the violent killing, all made Thrall feel extremely uneasy.
A strange red light suddenly began to flash in the eyes of some warriors, as if the devil's blood was once again awakened in their bodies.
"Damn it! Grom! How many times have I told you not to provoke those humans?
"We have enough troubles now. Do you want to drag everyone into hell? Or have you completely lost your mind and your brain is broken, and you can't understand my orders at all?" Thrall, who could no longer bear it, roared angrily at the chieftain of the Warsong clan.
You should know that this great chief always appears calm, rational and wise, and rarely gets angry in front of his subordinates.
Generally speaking, when he got angry, the chiefs of other clans would immediately shut up and show obedience no matter how dissatisfied they were.
Unfortunately, Grom Hellscream, who was affected by the demon's blood, could not suppress his inner restlessness. He took a step forward, looked directly into the latter's eyes and said bluntly: "Don't preach to me, boy! These cowardly human bastards deserve to die! Besides, don't you feel it? This uncontrollable impulse is just like before... as if the demon is right next to us!"
"demon?!"
Hearing this word, the anger on Thrall's face quickly turned into solemnity. He even ignored the other party's rudeness and immediately leaned forward to ask in a low voice: "Tell me, what do you feel? Is the remaining demon blood in your body beginning to affect our warriors again?"
"You guessed it right. Look at those warriors, look at me, even the laborers have become more impulsive and manic than before. Only fighting and killing can keep all of us from going crazy."
Grom Hellscream spoke out the current status of the entire Warsong Clan in one breath.
As a shaman who could communicate with elements and souls, Thrall clearly felt a strong sense of restlessness and uneasiness. After a long silence, he gritted his teeth and gave the order.
"You and your Warsong clan should immediately go to Ashenvale to cut down trees and build a base. I think these heavy physical tasks should allow you to vent your excess energy."
"What? Are you crazy?
Let the strongest warriors do physical work?
You are insulting the Warsong Clan! And take a good look at the camps built by humans in front of you. It is impossible to enter Stonetalon Mountains without my help."
Grom Hellscream shouted at the top of his voice to express his dissatisfaction and protest.
"No! I don't need your help.
Because I and the goblins hired two airships that can fly directly over the human camp.
So you and your Warsong Clan should just go cut down trees and build camp.
Remember, if I don't see a large enough and complete camp when I come back, you will be punished.
Don't forget, I am the chief.
All you need to do is obey orders!"
Sal was very decisive when he said this, leaving no room for negotiation.
Although he was too young for an orc, his condescending aura suppressed the battle-hardened Grom Hellscream.
In the end, the latter stopped arguing and angrily led the Warsong Clan towards the direction of Ashenvale.
Since the Barrens is an arid grassland, there are few trees to cut down.
Only by going north along the Wrath of the River to Ashenvale can you see the endless dense forest.
Just like that, Thrall thought he had dealt with the troublesome Grom Hellscream, and together with Cairne Bloodhoof, he boarded the airship and headed towards the complex and steep Stonetalon Mountains.
Although they were "warmly welcomed" by ballistae, cannons, muskets and griffin cavalry when they passed over the human camp, they still flew past safely thanks to the goblins' superb control skills.
Perhaps due to the high level of mental tension, Thrall did not notice that the Tauren Chieftain who always followed him had a complicated look in his eyes.
Needless to say, this must be the effect of Medivh entering the latter's dream through magic in recent times.
As perhaps the least warlike and most peaceful race among the entire indigenous people of Azeroth, the Tauren are undoubtedly full of disgust and rejection of the brutal killings of the Warsong Clan.
And they were very keen to notice that although Thrall expressed strong anger towards Grom Hellscream, the other orcs around him did not think that there was anything wrong with this killing.
After all, since passing through the Dark Portal and entering Azeroth, they have been maintaining this three-light policy of leaving no grass growing wherever they go during the war.
Unconsciously, a rift appeared between the two originally close allies...
(End of this chapter)
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