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 Grey 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 axe 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 axe 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 abilities reach 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 axe 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!
上一秒还是绿色皮肤的兽人战士，下一秒全身上下的血液就开始沸腾燃烧，不管是眼睛还是皮肤都迅速呈现出一种赤红色。
力量！
强大的力量！ 格罗姆·地狱咆哮满脸都是兴奋与狂喜，野蛮、暴力和嗜血的冲动直接冲破限制，支配着这具强壮的身体。
唯一让他感到不解的是，为什么自己自己这一次的嗜血冲动不单纯只是杀戮，好像真的想要去吸食敌人的鲜血，并且还从心底涌现出一种饥渴。
有了酋长带头，战歌氏族的其他人自然不会落下，纷纷趴在泉水上喝下了绿色的液体，让自己再一次变得强大而又狂暴。
某些兽人身体里甚至长出了宛如恶魔一样的黑色骨刺。
不用问也知道，自从喝下这些蕴含着邪能的液体之后，他们就全部都变成了邪兽人。
等这支完全狂暴化的兽人军队原路返回浩浩荡荡再一次杀向灰谷之后，刚才给格罗姆·地狱咆哮提示的恶魔瞬间从黑暗中缓缓走了出来，并且以肉眼可见的速度转化成了人类青年的模样。
很显然，把战歌氏族推下万丈深渊的不是别人，正是远道而来的左思。
而且他还给那口泉水里加了点料，也就是现在这副经过改造身体的血液。
所以喝下泉水的兽人们才会在变成邪兽人的同时产生饥渴感，迫切想要撕开某个生物的喉咙痛饮鲜血。
“啧啧，兽人果然都是一群头脑简单四肢发达的白痴，居然这么轻易就上当了，让我一点成就感都没有。看来萨尔、古尔丹和耐奥祖这种脑子聪明的家伙果然只是极少数。”
左思摸着下巴露出了充满恶趣味的笑容。
就在他打算毁掉这处泉水的时候，一道传送门突然凭空打开，紧跟着消失了有一段时间的玛尔加尼斯直接现身，胸口上那道由霜之哀伤造成伤口也完全消失了。
“好久不见。”
恐惧魔王率先开口打了声招呼。
“你的伤养好了？”
左思饶有兴致的上下打量着对方。
玛尔加尼斯下意识摸了摸胸口心有余悸的感叹道：“是啊，这一剑可是差一点就要了我的命呢。对了，这个泉水是怎么回事？我好像感受到了深渊领主之血所蕴含的邪能。”
“没什么。
不过是你的兄弟提克迪奥斯带着玛诺洛斯把血液撒在了里边，想要引诱战歌氏族的兽人前来饮用，然后将其重新变成军团的奴隶。
我觉得光有深渊领主的血略显无聊了一点，所以故意在里边加了点料。
等玛诺洛斯站出来收编这些邪兽人的时候，他一定会感受到前所未有的惊喜。”
在说这番话的时候，左思嘴角微微上扬露出了令人不寒而栗的笑容。
作为极少数亲身感受过眼前这位契约之神手段的人，玛尔加尼斯瞬间意识到了这是对方在同时算计塞纳留斯和玛诺洛斯，赶忙追问道：“你在泉水中加了什么？”
“你去看看不就知道了吗？”
左思做了个请的动作，示意恐惧魔王自己检查。
玛尔加尼斯对此显然十分感兴趣，径直走到泉水旁边用手掌捧起了一汪，感受着隐藏在邪能之下的力量。
短短几秒钟之后，他就猛地转过头用难以置信的语气质问：“你居然把恐惧魔王的血液和另外一种强大生物的血液完美融合在一起？”
“是啊，很棒的作品不是吗？
现在真正掌控这些邪兽人意志的既不再是玛诺洛斯，也不是燃烧军团，而是作为始祖的我。
我很期待看到这些战歌氏族的兽人一拥而上，把那位深渊领主活生生吸干血液的壮观场面。
当然，还有碍事的森林半神塞纳留斯。”
左思丝毫没有掩饰自己邪恶的意图，而是将其完全展现在恐惧魔王的面前。
因为对方在梦境之中见识过他的巨龙形态，完全没有必要进行什么伪装。
“所以……玛诺洛斯在利用这些兽人，而你却将他玩弄于股掌之上？我不明白，既然你要阻止军团入侵这个世界，为什么还要让兽人杀死塞纳留斯呢？”玛尔加尼斯一脸不解的追问道。
“因为我要做艾泽拉斯的守护神，因此这个世界的神有个我一个就足够了。
其他的不管是什么半神也好，泰坦也罢，又或者是什么永恒者，要么自己滚蛋，要么被我除掉。
塞纳留斯仅仅只是一个开始！ 接下来我会开始着手清理泰坦在这个世界遗留下来的痕迹，包括那些高级守护者、熔炉、世界创造引擎和翡翠梦境。”
左思第一次明确表达了自己的企图和目标。
玛尔加尼斯明显被这种近乎狂妄的想法惊到了，不断用泛着幽光的眼睛注视对方，想要确认这究竟是一个疯子还是有所依仗。
大概十几秒过后他才小心翼翼的试探道：“那燃烧军团怎么办？你有把握对付黑暗泰坦萨格拉斯和他麾下无穷无尽的大军吗？”
“呵呵，关于这一点，我会在即将到来的海加尔山战役证明自己。最后，代我向你那位主人问好，告诉他我其实很有兴趣与其展开一些合作。”
伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，左思反手释放魔法能量直接把身后的泉水从根源上抹除掉，并引发了一次剧烈的能量爆炸。
毫无准备的玛尔加尼斯差点被爆炸波及又一次身受重伤，只能狼狈不堪的逃之夭夭。
不过比爆炸更让他感到心惊胆战的，是对方那胸有成竹的自信。
思前想后，这个恐惧魔王压根不敢耽搁，以最快速度写了一封报告传递给自己背后那位强大的主人。
相比起左思与玛尔加尼斯之间谨慎的相互试探，喝下恶魔之血的格罗姆·地狱咆哮这一边就简单粗暴多了。
整整一千多战歌氏族的邪兽人以近乎疯狂的状态冲进森林里大杀特杀。
不管是凶猛的野兽还是暗夜精灵哨兵，这些家伙基本秉承了所过之处寸草不生的原则，一路杀一路烧，直接把灰谷大片的森林全部点燃，形成无比壮观的火焰。
哪怕此刻已经是深夜，周围的环境和天空依旧被照射的一片通红。
惨叫声、哀嚎声，动物受到惊吓或是被烧伤发出的悲鸣……
任何一种语言形容眼前这幅景象都是苍白的。
当喝下恶魔之血后，邪兽人彻底抛弃了最后一点人性，变成只知道破坏与杀戮的恐怖野兽。
许多暗夜精灵哨兵根本来不及穿戴盔甲、拿起武器，就会被从外面冲进来的兽人一拳打翻在地，然后张开大嘴把两个獠牙插进脖子附近的大动脉痛饮鲜血。
每喝光一个暗夜精灵女战士的血液，他们的实力就会获得明显的提升，甚至能够通过吸血来学会暗夜精灵的武技与战术配合。
当连续几个哨站数百名暗夜精灵被全部杀死之后，塞纳留斯终于又一次现身赶来帮助这些凡人盟友。
等他亲眼目睹兽人现如今的样子后，立马怒不可遏的咆哮道：“混蛋！ 我就知道之前放过你们是一个巨大的错误！
既然你们不想走，那就全部都留在这里当植物的肥料吧！
上！ 树人们！ 碾碎所有的敌人！”
“哈哈哈哈！ 你终于现身了！
来吧，让我们继续之前未完成的战斗！
这一次你和我只有一个人能够活着离开！
Lok'tar ogar!”
早已被恶魔之血影响心智的格罗姆·地狱咆哮发出一阵大笑，抡起血吼便冲向塞纳留斯。
后者二话不说立刻释放缠绕术，想要经典复刻再一次把这个野蛮暴力的兽人战士按在原地反复摩擦。
可遗憾的是格罗姆此刻已经完全陷入疯狂，拥有难以想象的恐怖力量。
只见从他的体内猛然间释放出一大片绿色邪能火焰，直接把从地下生长出来的藤蔓植物烧了个精光。
塞纳留斯还没等来得及做出反应，就到一抹红色的身影瞬间冲到近前，高举一柄沾满了血迹的斧头狠狠劈了下来。
噗！ “啊啊啊！！！！！！！！！”
锋利的斧刃在巨大力量的加持下，直接撕裂了半神用来保护自己的树皮术，紧跟着劈开腹腔让大量的内脏和肠子都流了出来。
如果换成是一般人，像这种伤肯定是没救了，最多几分钟就会彻底因为失血过多和器官衰竭而死。
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 axe 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)