There is no doubt that this is Ashenvale, the heart of the entire Kalimdor continent, as well as an extremely important transportation hub and the outermost part of the core territory of the night elves.
This is also why in the original timeline, even though the Warsong clan orcs committed an unforgivable crime by killing Cenarius, Thrall still allowed them to stay in Ashenvale and establish a semi-permanent base.
Once this place is lost, the Alliance army may raid Orgrimmar at any time with the help of the night elves and directly destroy their own lair.
Moreover, the wide variety of trees in Ashenvale are also important raw materials for building cities and camps, as well as forging weapons, shields, vehicles, airships and other things.
You know, there isn't much good wood to cut down in the grasslands of the Barren Land.
So Thrall clearly knew that his occupation of part of the land in Ashenvale was a provocation to the night elf race, and could even be described as an insult.
It is only natural that war would break out between the two sides.
But he still had no intention of retreating, and even allowed the Warsong Clan and the Sentinels to engage in small-scale confrontations and secret battles in Ashenvale.
From here to the north, all is the sphere of influence of the night elves and their allies.
Whether it is the Dark Coast or the Moonglade, or Mount Hyjal and the World Tree located between the two, they are all inhabited by an astonishing number of intelligent creatures, rather than just wild beasts and lush plants as outsiders imagine.
Especially those ancient trees that are hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years old, which have been awakened by natural magic and endowed with wisdom. They are spread across every corner of this land, monitoring all outsiders.
Once the night elf allies are in need, or hear the call from the demigod Cenarius, they will immediately rise from the ground and become extremely terrifying warriors and druids.
When the War of the Ancients broke out, the army of tree men inflicted unimaginable damage to the Burning Legion.
Countless demons were trampled into meat paste and meat sauce under their feet. Even the Hellfire could not last long in front of so many tree people and would be torn to pieces alive, turning into stones that fell to the ground and emitted astonishing heat.
After all, Azeroth is a planet with energy so abundant that it is almost overflowing, so the trees here are particularly tall.
Ancient trees like the one in Gray Valley that have been growing wildly for thousands or even tens of thousands of years are often over 300 meters tall. Even a hole chiseled out of the trunk would be enough to transform it into a villa.
The redwood trees, which are ranked as the tallest in the world at 100 meters high, are just small trees among the endless forests of Gray Valley.
However, this forest filled with towering trees undoubtedly posed a huge problem for the orcs who lacked advanced tools.
After all, when they were in the Eastern Kingdoms, they often only needed to use their battle axes as weapons to chop down trees.
But now, using an ax to chop down these tree trunks that require several people holding hands to close?
Don't be ridiculous! Even if the orcs have the most strength and stamina, they can't stand this kind of torture.
What's more, logging is a very dangerous job.
Every time a tree falls, it has the potential to kill someone.
This is largely why lumberjacking is known as the most dangerous job on earth.
However, Grom Hellscream, who was full of anger, obviously didn't care about these.
To be exact, he did not regard the laborers in his tribe as human beings at all, but as slaves and livestock. He kept yelling at his warriors to use whips and sticks to beat those who looked lazy.
Similarly, those Warsong Clan warriors who were particularly irritable and easily angered due to the remaining demon blood in their bodies also vented their irrepressible impulses on the laborers.
For a moment, screams were heard all around the logging camp.
In just a few days, countless orc laborers' bodies were covered with whip marks of varying sizes and bruises from being beaten with sticks.
There is no doubt that this is the cruelest and also the most real side of the orc clan society.
After all, a large part of the laborers came from captives looted during the civil wars between the orc clans. Strictly speaking, they were not members of the clan at all.
In addition, the orcs themselves have a tendency to madly worship the strong and despise and bully the weak, so it would be strange for them to have a good attitude towards these hard laborers.
If they were not of the same race, this group of defeated people would probably be massacred like the captured Draenei, regardless of gender, age or status, and their corpses would be used to pave the so-called "Road of Glory".
So the slogan "Orcs will never be slaves" can be treated as a joke and don't take it seriously.
Because it was not the Burning Legion that truly enslaved the orcs, but themselves.
"What a wonderful sight. It looks like a good show is about to begin."
Zuo Si, who enjoyed watching the fun and not minding the chaos, pursed his lips and revealed a playful smile.
At this moment, the Eye of Arcane that he had placed deep in the forest had observed the Pit Lord Mannoroth spilling his filthy demon blood into a spring.
Given Grom Hellscream's lack of self-control and his desire for power, battle, and blood, he would definitely choose to drink it and fight to the death with the night elves and Cenarius.
In fact, at this moment, due to several days of destructive deforestation, the night elves' sentinels could no longer bear it and took action.
They were like shadows, always emerging from the woods silently, shooting sharp arrows at all kinds of tricky angles, piercing the arms, thighs, shoulders and other non-lethal parts of the laborers and warriors.
However, since the night elves' goal was only to expel them, they did not kill them at the beginning.
Unfortunately, the orcs of the Warsong Clan did not appreciate the tolerance and kindness shown by these "Children of the Stars".
Instead, they chased after the lone sentries like a pack of mad dogs, chopped them in half alive with axes in an extremely brutal manner, dragged their hair, raised their heads high and roared like wild beasts.
This action undoubtedly angered the sentinel captain.
In a blink of an eye, warnings and expulsions quickly escalated into war.
Both archers and huntresses rushed out from the shadows and launched raids on the orc camp from all directions.
Because everything happened too suddenly, Grom Hellscream had not yet reacted, and more than one-third of his unprepared laborers were killed or injured.
Many warriors who lacked armor protection were shot by arrows in the eyes, mouth, throat and other vital parts and fell to the ground on the spot.
The pungent smell of blood also attracted many ferocious beasts in the jungle, such as leopards that are good at lurking and extremely ferocious brown bears.
"Warriors! Kill them all! The Warsong clan is unmatched!"
The death of his men did not make Grom Hellscream retreat even a little. Instead, he rushed out wielding a sharp axe. With just one strike, he knocked the moon blade out of a sentinel's hand. Then he turned around and chopped the opponent in half with an axe, causing blood, internal organs and intestines to splatter everywhere.
The rest of the orc warriors were immediately encouraged and charged forward under the arrows, finding out the night elves hiding in the woods one by one and killing them all without leaving a single one alive.
In just a dozen minutes or so, this small-scale conflict came to an end.
Relying on their numerical advantage and fearlessness, the Warsong Clan killed more than forty night elf sentinels. The rest of them immediately chose to retreat temporarily when they realized that something was wrong.
But before Grom Hellscream had time to celebrate his victory, screams and curses were heard from another logging camp in the distance.
It turned out that another sentinel unit attacked the unguarded logging site nearby. More than three hundred laborers and fifty soldiers were hit one by one by sharp arrows in less than a few minutes. When he led his troops to the scene, only corpses were left on the ground.
You have to know that the night elves are not good people.
Whoever dares to provoke them will pay the price in blood.
In the next few days, Grom Hellscream fully experienced what guerrilla warfare was.
The Sentinel troops had no intention of engaging the orcs head-on, but instead split up into small teams of dozens or even a dozen people, using their innate shadow escape abilities to hide around several logging sites.
As long as there is a place with lax defense, they will immediately launch a surprise attack, kill the laborers and orc warriors at lightning speed, and then set fire to the sawmill and stored wood.
This directly resulted in the Warsong Clan's two weeks of hard work being wiped out.
It also completely ignited the anger in Grom Hellscream's heart.
He lost his mind and gave up the logging mission. He took everyone into the forest and found the sentinel's base. He rushed in and killed all living things in the camp.
They even imitated the customs of the old tribal era and made the corpses and heads of the enemies into horrific decorations and hung them at the entrance of the camp. On the one hand, they were showing off their own strength and brutality, and on the other hand, they were warning potential enemies.
Unfortunately, instead of having a deterrent effect, this awakened the sleeping forest demigod Cenarius.
When the latter saw a large area of bare forest that had been cut down and the night elf sentinels that had been brutally killed, he immediately became furious and launched a full-scale attack with the remaining night elves.
This time, it was not just the night elves who joined the battle, but also hundreds of tree people.
"Damn it! What the hell is this? The tree is alive!"
An orc was obviously frightened and speechless, retreating uncontrollably.
After all, no matter how stupid or brainless he was, he knew that he could not kill a hard and huge tree with just the iron battle ax in his hand.
Even if you use all your strength, the best you can do is leave a mark on the tree trunk.
"Don't retreat! Don't retreat! Hold on!"
Grom Hellscream wielded Gorehowl frantically and rushed towards the location of the demigod Cenarius.
He could feel that it was this strange creature with the upper body of a human male and the lower body of a deer that turned the surrounding trees into tree men.
As long as we can kill it, the current crisis will naturally be resolved.
"You filthy monsters with demon blood flowing through your veins! Look what you have done to this forest!"
Cenarius obviously also noticed this bloodthirsty and violent green-skinned orc, and an expression of extreme disgust suddenly appeared on his face.
He had participated in the War of the Ancients and had seen the night elves who had defected to the Burning Legion and then gradually became corrupted and turned into Satyrs. Therefore, he had no good feelings towards these orcs who had also defected to the devil.
“Go to hell!”
Grom Hellscream charged forward, raising his hands high and wanting to chop the jungle demigod's head in half with one powerful blow.
Compared to language, he is obviously better at using the weapons in his hands to communicate.
If they were all mortals, perhaps this blow would kill most of the warriors on the spot.
But unfortunately, Cenarius is not a mortal.
He didn't even give the orc warrior a chance to get close to him. He just raised his hand and released rich natural energy.
The next second...
A bunch of thorny vines suddenly emerged from the ground and directly wrapped around Grom Hellscream's legs, fixing him firmly in place. The spikes on top also tore large areas of skin and muscle.
Not only that!
Some unknown natural energy also began to bless all allies, including the tree people and the night elf sentinels.
As soon as the orc warrior's weapon touched the opponent, he would immediately feel a piercing pain, as if he had touched a sharp thorn.
The Warsong Clan, which Grom Hellscream was proud of, only lasted less than ten minutes before being completely defeated when facing the attack of the demigod Cenarius.
What was even more unbelievable to him was that the old deer released an extremely powerful magic when the battle was about to end. Nectar filled with natural energy fell from the sky, causing the trees that had been chopped off and only had roots left to sprout green buds again and grow at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After a while, the bare sawmill was once again covered with towering trees.
Although Grom Hellscream had seen powerful spellcasters like Gul'dan and Ner'zhul, he had never seen the latter two's spell reach abilities such an exaggerated level.
And he, the great chieftain of the Warsong clan, who had made great contributions in the Second War and became a hero of the tribe, could do nothing but stand here, tightly entangled by vines and unable to move.
Powerless!
humiliation!
Rage! Longing to make the blood in his body burn again! If possible, Grom Hellscream really hoped that whoever it was would come and chop off his head quickly, so that he would not have to continue to endure the contempt from his enemies.
But unfortunately, the biggest difference between the night elves and the orcs is that they are rational and civilized enough and have never had the habit of massacring prisoners.
And so, after Cenarius drove out the orcs and restored the forest that had been cut down by the Warsong Clan, he quickly turned around and left.
Seeing the enemy disappear into the depths of the dense forest once again, Grom Hellscream, feeling that he had suffered a great humiliation, growled with gritted teeth: "I swear! You will pay the price for despising me and the Warsong Clan!"
Before he finished speaking!
A figure suddenly fell from the sky and landed steadily on a clearing in the woods less than ten meters away from him.
It has curved horns on its forehead, huge wings behind it, solid scales all over its body, and its hands and feet look like sharp claws.
Especially the two eyes flashing red, which are enough to make anyone who senses them feel the blood boiling all over the body, as if they were being summoned by something.
A demon?!
Grom Hellscream's face was full of astonishment, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Ah! my dear friend, I think you need help, don't you?"
The demon greeted him with a friendly smile on his face.
"Who are you? And how did you find us?" Grom Hellscream asked harshly.
Even though he was still tightly entangled by vines filled with life energy, he still struggled to raise his ax to attack or defend.
The demon smiled and replied, "It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is that I can provide you with some help. I believe you have also seen that the demigod Cenarius is so powerful. It is absolutely impossible for you to defeat or even kill him in your current state."
"So you can offer a way to defeat him?"
Grom Hellscream was instantly moved.
For traditional orcs like him, what they value most is the so-called "glory". Once they are humiliated by the enemy, they will fight to the death until they kill the enemy to wash away the shame.
He was willing to pay any price for this.
This is also a reflection of the deformed culture and values of the orc society.
Life has never been important in their eyes, whether it is their own or someone else's.
"No, no, no, what I'm going to offer you is a method that can make you stronger.
Deep in this forest, there is a spring that contains powerful magical power.
All you have to do is find it and drink it with your men, then you will gain the power to defeat Cenarius.
How about that? Doesn't it sound tempting?"
As he spoke, the devil winked playfully and pointed in a certain direction deep in the forest.
Then he raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly, and the vine that imprisoned Grom Hellscream withered and died instantly.
The latter, who regained his freedom, did not care about the scratches on his body caused by thorns, and hurriedly wanted to ask something, but found that the other person had disappeared.
There is no doubt that the chieftain of the Warsong Clan is full of vigilance and hostility towards the demons of the Burning Legion.
After all, he learned from Ner'zhul that a big reason why the orcs ended up in such a situation was due to the conspiracy of the Burning Legion.
But the problem is that Grom Hellscream has no choice now.
If he could not defeat or even kill Cenarius, he would not be able to complete the logging mission assigned by Thrall.
What's even more terrible is that the enemy's attack directly dispersed the entire Warsong Clan, and it took a lot of effort just to gather everyone together.
If Cenarius were to attack with his treants and sentinels during this process, the entire Warsong Clan might be in danger of being expelled.
Therefore, both publicly and privately, Grom Hellscream must overcome the difficulties at all costs.
After a moment of hesitation and struggle, he quickly gathered his troops into an elite force of more than a thousand people. After handing over the task of gathering the tribesmen to his subordinates, he headed towards the depths of the forest.
A group of Satyrs were obviously attracted by the power of fel energy, and they obviously wanted to take it for themselves to strengthen their own power.
Grom Hellscream didn't even say a word and rushed forward with Bloodhowl in his hand.
After an effortless fight, all the Satyrs were wiped out.
He himself came to the spring under the guidance of a troll witch doctor, feeling the familiar power flowing in it. Pain and struggle once again appeared on his already ugly face.
As an orc who once drank the blood of a demon, Grom would never forget that feeling and the temptation of depravity, nor would he forget the amazing enhancement brought by the fel energy filling his body.
You have to know that at the end of the Second War, the power of fel energy had not yet begun to subside, and he was able to hold back the Alliance's attack with only a few remnants of the orcs, and even deal with more than two top human warriors at the same time without being defeated.
So Grom missed that feeling, especially after being spared by Cenarius in an insulting manner, all he could think about was how to kill him.
After several minutes, his instinct and nature finally overcame his reason, and he was the first to take the lead and drink the only designated drink of the legion that was glowing green.
moment!
The orc warrior had green skin in the previous second, but in the next second the blood in his body began to boil and burn, and both his eyes and skin quickly turned a bright red.
strength!
Powerful force! Grom Hellscream's face was filled with excitement and ecstasy. The savage, violent and bloodthirsty impulses directly broke through the restrictions and dominated this strong body.
The only thing that puzzled him was why his bloodthirsty impulse this time was not just about killing. It was as if he really wanted to suck the blood of the enemy, and a kind of hunger emerged from the bottom of his heart.
With the chief taking the lead, the other members of the Warsong Clan would naturally not fall behind. They all lay on the spring and drank the green liquid, making themselves strong and violent again.
Some orcs even grew devil-like black bone spurs in their bodies.
Needless to say, since they drank the liquid containing evil energy, they all turned into evil orcs.
After this completely violent orc army returned along the same route and charged towards Ashenvale again, the demon who had just given Grom Hellscream a hint slowly walked out of the darkness and transformed into the appearance of a human youth at a speed visible to the naked eye.
It was obvious that the one who pushed the Warsong Clan into the abyss was none other than Zuo Si who came from afar.
He also added something to the spring water, which is the blood of this transformed body.
Therefore, the orcs who drank the spring water would feel hungry and thirsty while turning into evil orcs, and they would desperately want to tear open the throat of a creature and drink its blood.
"Tsk tsk, the orcs are really a bunch of simple-minded idiots. They were fooled so easily. I don't feel any sense of accomplishment at all. It seems that smart guys like Thrall, Gul'dan and Ner'zhul are really a minority."
Zuo Si stroked his chin and smiled with a malicious smile.
Just when he was about to destroy the spring, a portal suddenly opened out of nowhere, and Mal'Ganis, who had disappeared for a while, appeared directly, and the wound on his chest caused by Frostmourne completely disappeared.
"haven't seen you for a long time."
The Dreadlord was the first to speak and greet.
"Have you recovered from your injury?"
Zuo Si looked the other person up and down with interest.
Mal'Ganis subconsciously touched his chest and sighed with lingering fear: "Yes, this sword almost took my life. By the way, what's the matter with this spring water? I seem to feel the evil energy contained in the blood of the Lord of the Abyss."
"nothing.
It was your brother Tichondrius who brought Mannoroth to sprinkle the blood in it, hoping to lure the orcs of the Warsong Clan to drink it, and then turn them into slaves of the Legion again.
I think the blood of the Abyss Lord alone is a bit boring, so I deliberately added some spice to it.
When Mannoroth steps forward to recruit these evil orcs, he will surely feel an unprecedented surprise."
As he said this, Zuo Si's mouth corners slightly raised in a chilling smile.
As one of the few people who had personally experienced the methods of the God of Contract, Mal'Ganis instantly realized that the other party was plotting against Cenarius and Mannoroth at the same time, and hurriedly asked, "What did you add to the fountain water?"
"Wouldn't you know if you went and took a look?"
Zuo Si made a gesture of invitation, indicating that the Dreadlord should check himself.
Mal'Ganis was obviously very interested in this. He walked straight to the spring and scooped up a little water with his palm, feeling the power hidden in the fel energy.
After just a few seconds, he turned his head and asked in an incredulous tone: "You actually perfectly blended the blood of the Dreadlord with the blood of another powerful creature?"
“Yeah, great work isn’t it?
Now the one who truly controls the will of these evil orcs is no longer Mannoroth or the Burning Legion, but me, the ancestor.
I'm looking forward to seeing the spectacular scene of these Warsong Clan orcs rushing forward and sucking the blood of the pit lord alive.
Of course, there is also the forest demigod Cenarius who is in the way."
Zuo Si did not hide his evil intentions at all, but showed them completely to the Lord of Dread.
Because the other party had seen his dragon form in a dream, there was no need for any disguise.
"So... Mannoroth is using these orcs, and you are playing him in the palm of your hand? I don't understand, since you want to stop the Legion from invading this world, why do you let the orcs kill Cenarius?" Mal'Ganis asked with a puzzled look on his face.
"Because I want to be the guardian of Azeroth, so I am enough as the only god of this world.
As for the others, no matter whether they are demigods, Titans, or Eternals, they must either get out of here or be eliminated by me.
Cenarius is just the beginning! Next I will start to clean up the traces left by the Titans in this world, including those high-level guardians, furnaces, world creation engines and the Emerald Dream. "
For the first time, Zuo Si clearly expressed his intentions and goals.
Mal'Ganis was obviously shocked by this almost arrogant idea, and kept staring at the other party with his glowing eyes, trying to confirm whether he was a madman or had something to rely on.
After about ten seconds, he cautiously asked, "What about the Burning Legion? Are you sure you can handle the Dark Titan Sargeras and his endless army?"
"Haha, regarding this point, I will prove myself in the upcoming battle of Mount Hyjal. Finally, give my regards to your master and tell him that I am actually very interested in cooperating with him."
As the last word came out of his mouth, Zuo Si released magical energy with his backhand to directly wipe out the spring water behind him from the source, causing a violent energy explosion.
Mal'Ganis was caught unprepared and was almost hit by the explosion and seriously injured again, and could only escape in a panic.
However, what frightened him more than the explosion was the other party's confidence.
After thinking it over, the Dreadlord did not dare to delay at all and wrote a report as quickly as possible and passed it to the powerful master behind him.
Compared to the cautious mutual testing between Zuo Si and Mal'Ganis, Grom Hellscream, who drank the demon's blood, was much simpler and more brutal.
More than a thousand evil orcs from the Warsong Clan rushed into the forest in a nearly crazy state and killed indiscriminately.
No matter whether they were ferocious beasts or night elf sentinels, these guys basically adhered to the principle of leaving no grass alive wherever they passed. They killed and burned along the way, directly igniting large tracts of forest in Ashenvale, forming an extremely spectacular flame.
Even though it was already late at night, the surrounding environment and the sky were still illuminated red.
Screams, howls, cries of frightened or burned animals...
Any language would be pale to describe the scene before our eyes.
After drinking the demon's blood, the evil orcs completely abandoned the last bit of humanity and turned into horrible beasts that only knew how to destroy and kill.
Many night elf sentinels did not even have time to put on their armor or pick up their weapons before they were knocked to the ground by the orcs rushing in from outside, who then opened their mouths wide and inserted their two fangs into the large arteries near their necks to drink blood.
Every time they drink the blood of a night elf female warrior, their strength will be significantly improved, and they can even learn the night elf's martial arts and tactical coordination through bloodsucking.
After hundreds of night elves were killed in several consecutive outposts, Cenarius finally appeared again to help these mortal allies.
After he saw the orcs' current state with his own eyes, he immediately roared in anger: "Assholes! I knew it was a huge mistake to let you go before!
Since you don't want to leave, then all of you stay here and act as fertilizer for the plants!
Go! Treemen! Crush all enemies! "
“Hahahaha! You finally showed up!
Come on, let's continue the unfinished battle!
This time, only one of you and me can escape alive!
Lok’tar ogar!”
Grom Hellscream, whose mind had long been affected by the demon's blood, laughed loudly, swung Bloodroar and rushed towards Cenarius.
The latter immediately released the entanglement spell without saying a word, wanting to replicate the classic move by pinning the savage and violent orc warrior to the spot and rubbing him repeatedly.
Unfortunately, Grom has now gone completely crazy and possesses unimaginable terrifying power.
Suddenly, a large amount of green evil flame was released from his body, directly burning the vines growing from the ground to ashes.
Before Cenarius could react, a red figure rushed to him, raised a bloody axe and chopped him down fiercely.
Puff! "Ahhhhhh!!!!!!!!!"
With the help of enormous force, the sharp axe blade directly tore through the bark magic that the demigod used to protect himself, and then split open the abdominal cavity, causing a large amount of internal organs and intestines to flow out.
If it were an ordinary person, such an injury would definitely be beyond repair and he would die in a few minutes from excessive blood loss and organ failure.
But Cenarius, who is proficient in natural magic, can obviously recover through treatment, so at least keeping his life will definitely not be a problem.
But at the moment the natural healing spell was released, Grom Hellscream pounced forward, opened his mouth and bit the forest demigod on the shoulder.
Since orcs generally have very large and sharp canine teeth, his teeth pierced through the skin and muscle protection effortlessly, and he frantically sucked the blood gushing out of the opponent's body.
With every puff, this guy could feel himself becoming stronger than before, whether in terms of strength, reaction speed, ability to withstand blows or body recovery speed.
"Get lost! You dirty Legion running dog!"
Cenarius swung his claws, which were as sharp as those of a giant eagle, and wanted to rip the opponent's intestines open.
The moment his claws pierced the opponent's abdomen, an extremely shocking scene appeared.
Although this blow directly pulled out a large amount of intestines, Grom Hellscream remained unmoved and continued to tirelessly suck the demigod's blood full of life force.
And the injuries he suffered were quickly healed with the nourishment of the blood.
Infinite regeneration?
Cenarius' pupils instantly dilated, shrank, and then dilated again, and then like a madman, he tried every means to get rid of the orc who was lying on him and sucking his blood.
But the result was counterproductive.
Not only did he fail to get rid of Grom, but more and more Warsong Clan warriors, after dealing with the enemies, turned around and pounced on him to suck his blood.
Although Cenarius, a half-man, half-deer creature, was extremely huge, he could not withstand the suction of a group of evil orcs.
After a while, he fell to the ground due to excessive blood loss.
A large number of tree people wanted to rush over to rescue the demigod who enlightened them and gave them wisdom, but they were all forced back by the fire set by the Warsong Clan orcs.
In the end, Cenarius was unable to escape this disaster and died from all the blood drained from his body.
Grom Hellscream stood beside the corpse of the demigod, holding high the ax stained with blood and shouting, "We won! We won! From today on, this land belongs to us! Let that cowardly boy Thrall eat shit! From now on, we are the only orthodox orcs!"
"Long live the Warsong clan! Long live the great Hellscream!"
"Kill, kill, kill! Kill everything alive!"
"Blood! I want more blood!"
…
There is no doubt that the evil orcs in the bloodthirsty state are the most aggressive and invasive creatures in the world.
Because they have no fear and cannot feel pain, their minds are filled with only one thought, which is killing and destruction, destroying everything that can be destroyed.
With this thought in mind, Grom Hellscream directly started the mopping-up mode in the following days.
Several bear monster tribes living nearby didn't even have a chance to issue a warning before the orcs rushed into the village and killed everyone, young and old, men, women, and children.
Forest fires spread everywhere, burning and suffocating thousands of animals.
The achievement of killing the demigod Cenarius with such a small force undoubtedly made the Abyss Lord Mannoroth, who was hiding behind the scenes and observing, feel very proud and proud.
In his eyes, the orcs who drank the devil's blood were his pets.
The better the pet behaves, the greater the credit goes to the owner.
But Mannoroth didn't quite understand why these evil orcs had such a strange bloodthirsty tendency that they actually wanted to drink the blood of their enemies.
However, considering the killing of Cenarius, Mannoroth did not intend to investigate further.
After all, the entire Warsong Clan has now completely turned into a mad dog, wantonly destroying and killing the night elves and their allies in the Ashenvale area.
If nothing unexpected happened, they would become a target, attracting the attention of the main night elf forces from Mount Hyjal.
In order to prevent Grom Hellscream from having too few troops to hold out, Mannoroth specially built a small portal to allow the Legion to continuously send demons to help the orcs.
At the same time, on the other side of Stonetalon Mountain, Jaina had met Thrall and Cairne Bloodhoof, and as expected, a small-scale skirmish broke out.
But because neither side wanted to fight, the casualties were not heavy.
But they all felt very strange. Why did the other party, who should be in the eastern continent, appear in Kalimdor, and in the place guided by the prophet?
With countless doubts and puzzles, both sides began to race against each other, wanting to find the prophet first before the other.
But Jaina and Thrall didn't know that the prophet Medivh they were talking about was looking at the images transmitted back from the crystal ball with a look of anger on his face.
That was the scene of Grom Hellscream and the entire Warsong Clan burning, killing, looting, and even colluding with the demons of the Burning Legion.
Especially the corpse of the demigod Cenarius lying on the ground, which made the last guardian subconsciously clench his fists.
You must know that Cenarius is the leader of the wilderness demigods in the War of the Ancients, and the real main force and hero in the fight against the Burning Legion.
But the Legion has not yet fully invaded the continent of Kalimdor, and this veteran of the last war has already fallen at the feet of the orcs.
What was even more unacceptable to Medivh was that these orcs still accepted his guidance and crossed the Endless Sea.
This also means that he must shoulder part of the responsibility for Cenarius' death.
Such bad news made Medivh, who already felt very guilty and considered himself a sinner, feel extremely painful and difficult to accept.
Similarly, his perception of orcs has gradually changed from "useful" to "a nuisance".
We must never allow the orcs to settle down and survive and reproduce in Azeroth with full legitimacy!
A bone-chilling chill flashed in the eyes of the last guardian, and he made a decision in his heart.
(End of this chapter)
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