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 rule, 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.
再加上已经过去了一万年，这位女祭司当初的愤怒早就已经彻底平息，能够以旁观者的身份冷静观察和分析这些外来者的行为，以及他们想要在卡利姆多大陆做些什么。
如果仅仅只是逃难过来想要获取一块生存繁衍的土地，暗夜精灵并不介意与对方分享广袤的森林和草原。
甚至是提供一些必要的食物和其他帮助，就如同他们可以与熊怪、野猪人、牛头人等种族和平相处一样。
可如果对方是燃烧军团的仆从，那么他们将会品尝到暗夜精灵的箭矢究竟有多么的锋利。
灰谷广袤的森林和这里的守护者半神塞纳里奥将会让所有入侵者付出代价。
鲜血和死亡的代价。
带着这样的想法，泰兰德很快把监视兽人的任务交给哨兵队长，自己则打算转身离开去继续备战，为燃烧军团的到来做好准备。
但仅仅一秒钟之后，她就感受到了一股强烈的奥术魔法波动。
下一秒……
一道传送门凭空开启，紧跟着一个年轻人类男性的身影凭空出现，正是前不久刚刚跟麦迪文见过面的左思。
只见他单手抚胸优雅的向这位活了一万多年的“老奶奶”欠了欠身，面带微笑的问候道：“你好，泰兰德·语风。”
“你是谁？”
高阶女祭司赶忙下意识握住了挂在腰间的月刃。
尽管她在大多数时候主要使用背在身后的箭作为武器，但却很少有人知道实际上贴身肉搏才是这位高阶女祭司最拿手的。
尤其是通过祈祷从月之女神艾露恩那里借来力量之后，即便是伊利丹也不敢保证自己能在贴身肉搏中战胜这位深爱着的“嫂子”。
尽管伊利丹严格意义上来说也不是什么战士，而是一名法师兼恶魔猎手。
在艾泽拉斯这地方，不管是当法师也好还是祭祀也罢，最终形态都是要能在贴身肉搏中把战士按在地上爆锤。
“放松点，我可不是敌人，而是来提醒你小心那些嗜血狂暴的绿皮兽人。
要知道他们以前可是喝下了深渊领主玛诺洛斯的血，对整个东部大陆发动了全面入侵，不分男女老幼杀死所有遇到的生命。
本质上跟那些堕落成萨特的暗夜精灵没有任何区别。
而且我还知道，阿克蒙德和他麾下的燃烧军团远征军已经降临在了这个世界。
他们利用麦迪文之书打开了通往艾泽拉斯的传送门。
眼下正在朝着海加尔山的方向进发，随时都有可能发动全面入侵夺取世界之树和永恒之井。
不出意外的话，玛诺洛斯会再次释放自己的血液来引诱兽人喝下并成为自己的奴仆。
我真诚的建议你现在就对他们发动攻击，与人类联盟联手将格罗姆·地狱咆哮与整个战歌氏族赶尽杀绝一个不留。
否则用不了多久你就会后悔的。”
左思郑重其事的发出了警告。
很显然，他这是在利用心理暗示的手段让泰兰德产生某种先入为主的观念。
这样一来不管对方是否同意联手消灭战歌氏族，都会在内心之中留下一个兽人不是什么好东西的印象。
而这种坏的第一印象将会在塞纳留斯被杀之后迅速转化为无法压制的愤怒，进而吧整个兽人族群当做燃烧军团的爪牙对待。
届时萨尔这个大酋长就算是跳进怒水河乃至无尽之海大漩涡，都再也不可能洗干净自己种族身上那属于燃烧军团的印记。
“我怎么知道你不是故意抹黑兽人，好利用我们帮助人类铲除威胁？”泰兰德眯起眼睛质问道。
可能是身为丈夫的玛法里奥长年沉睡、意识游荡在翡翠梦境之中，所以长期把持权力的她早已锻炼出了强大的内心，根本不会被区区几句话就说动。
“你不必相信我，只要相信自己的眼睛就好。
等着看吧，格罗姆·地狱咆哮和他的战歌氏族很快就会做出让你感到震惊和愤怒的行为。
他们是天生的刽子手和破坏者，永远不会懂得如何与其他种族和平相处。
只要一有机会，他们就会饥渴难耐的摧毁一切挡在自己前进道路上的障碍，无论你表现的有多么克制和友善也无济于事。
哦，对了，在离开之前我有必要提醒你一句，快点去唤醒你的丈夫玛法里奥·怒风吧。
否则他极有可能在梦境之中就被杀死。”
说完这番话之后，左思再次行礼然后启动传送魔法消失在原地。
几名暗夜精灵哨兵从阴影中冲出来想要将其擒拿住，但遗憾的是她们无一例外撞上了无形的力场墙壁，一个个摔得七荤八素倒在地上滚落成一团。
“这个人类的话可信吗？”
哨兵队长表情凝重的忍不住问了一句。
身为上古之战的参与者，她当然不可能不知道玛诺洛斯和阿克蒙德的名字。
泰兰德轻轻摇了摇头：“我不知道。
但像这种事情宁可信其有、不可信其无。
立刻招募所有哨兵部队集合，我们要开始准备迎接军团的全面入侵了。
要知道阿克蒙德可不是什么小角色。
在一万年前他亲手掐死了塞纳留斯的父亲、最强大的荒野半神——玛洛恩。”
“那这些兽人怎么办？”
哨兵撇了一眼已经把人类临时建立起来的营寨彻底摧毁，正在毫不留情屠杀所有俘虏的战歌氏族。
“不用担心。前边就是灰谷，塞纳留斯和我们的森林盟友会监视他们的一举一动。”
说罢，泰兰德便骑上坐骑迅速消失在遮天蔽日的森林深处。
此时此刻，内心之中强烈的不安让她意识到左思的警告可能是对的。
一万年前被逐出艾泽拉斯的燃烧军团已经回来了，而且还有了新的爪牙。
目送高阶女祭司的背影渐渐远去，一只渡鸦缓缓从天而降变化成麦迪文的样子，用略低好奇的语气问：“你跟泰兰德说了些什么？”
左思似笑非笑的回答道：“没什么，我只是提醒了他要小心战歌氏族的兽人，以及阿克蒙德已经降临的消息。关于新的见面会，你准备的如何了？”
“我已经在梦境中给了牛头人酋长凯恩·血蹄暗示，相信以他的智慧应该能明白是什么意思。
不过我不是很确定，他是否会愿意抛弃萨尔和兽人单独来见面。
毕竟在萨尔的领导下，不少兽人战士虽然依旧原始、野蛮和崇尚武力，但却有一种粗狂豪放的气概。
这一点很符合牛头人崇尚的传统。
更何况兽人还在牛头人迁徙的过程中给予了他们极大的帮助。”
在说这番话的时候，麦迪文颇为无奈的叹了口气。
他现在开始有些后悔指引兽人横渡无尽之海来到卡利姆多了。
后者和朴实善良的牛头人搅合在一起，实在是让自己感觉相当的为难。
麦迪文终于意识到之前的神棍行为究竟是多么的不靠谱，同样也意识到自己这个最后的守护者根本没有尽到应尽的义务。
尤其是洛丹伦的毁灭，他至少要背负上一半的责任。
再算上之前被萨格拉斯影响打开黑暗之门把兽人放进来，妥妥就是一个祸害。
不过左思却不以为意安慰道：“无所谓。如果萨尔想来就让他来好了。
反正用不了多久格罗姆·地狱咆哮就会亲手葬送这位大酋长的一切努力，重新把兽人推向万劫不复的深渊。
到时候让牛头人亲眼看看兽人所做的一切，知晓在东部大陆两次战争所造成的伤亡和破坏，以及不分男女老幼的残忍屠杀。
我相信凯恩·血蹄会做出明智的选择。”
“好吧，希望你的判断是对的。再过一段时间，我会在石爪山的洞穴内安排这场会面，到时候一切就交给你了。”
说罢，麦迪文再次化身成为渡鸦腾空而起飞向天空。
等这位最后的守护者变成一个几乎看不见的黑点之后，左思这才嘴角微微上扬用只有自己才能听见的声音喃喃自语道：“现在舞台搭建完毕，演员也各就各位，是时候上演兽人彻底沉沦的序幕了。
亲爱的大酋长萨尔，你可千万别怪我啊。
毕竟我这可不是在针对你，而是针对整个兽人种族。
如果要怪，你就去怪格罗姆·地狱咆哮，以及自己没能约束住嗜血好战的战歌氏族。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思的身影瞬间变得透明起来，直至彻底与周围环境融为一体，从视觉上彻底的消失了。
……
与此同时，姗姗来迟的萨尔终于发现了正在对人类军队穷追不舍的战歌氏族。
尽管他本人并不想要延续这场战争，更不希望加深两个种族之间的仇恨，不止一次警告格罗姆·地狱咆哮不要主动去进攻人类的地盘，更不要随意挑起战争。
可在这种已经接战的情况下，他显然已经无法制止战争，所以只能加入其中又摧毁了一个人类营寨，并眼睁睁看着战歌氏族把所有活着的人类屠戮一空。
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)