There was no choice! Zuo Si blocked all the paths of the orcs from the beginning, leaving them with only one choice, which was to start a brutal and tragic civil war to kill each other.

Use the blood and lives of normal orcs to fight to the death with Grom Hellscream and the Warsong Clan.

Otherwise, whether it is the Alliance in the eastern continent or the night elves and their allies in Kalimdor, after ending the war with the Burning Legion, they will turn around and kill all the orcs in Azeroth without leaving a single one alive.

Just like treating Sartre who was corrupt and decadent ten thousand years ago.

Although these Sartres have managed to evade encirclement and suppression time and time again with their tenacious vitality and have survived to the present day, their numbers are now very small, and they can only hide underground or somewhere in the mountains like rats.

If the orcs also choose to take this path, they will completely sink into becoming minions, cannon fodder and slaves of the Burning Legion, and will be treated as playthings by the Lords of the Abyss for eternity.

Maybe one day when the latter gets tired of playing with them, they will kill them all and twist them into a new species of demons.

Many of the Burning Legion's thousands of demons were created in this way.

Such a tragic fate is obviously not acceptable to Thrall or any chieftain who still upholds the traditional values ​​of the orcs.

So after fierce arguments and even fights, the army led by the Frostwolf Clan finally began to march towards Ashenvale.

Thrall knew that he had to kill this sinner who had brought eternal damnation to all his compatriots with his own hands before Grom Hellscream slaughtered more night elf strongholds and caused irreparable damage to the entire forest.

The only thing to be thankful for was that, out of gratitude to the orcs for helping the tauren migrate, Cairne Bloodhoof provided enough food to last about a month before the army set out.

Otherwise, the existing material reserves will only last about a week before there is a risk of running out of food.

After all, when they were in the eastern continent, they had not been able to save much food by plundering the villages and towns of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, and they consumed a lot of it when crossing the Endless Sea. After going ashore, they basically had no reserves.

In desperation, the first thing the orcs did after landing was hunting and fishing, and they also plundered the food reserves of many boar tribes.

But even so, it is still a drop in the bucket in the face of huge consumption.

Due to their size, orcs have a much larger appetite than humans, and the trolls of the Darkspear tribe are also very big eaters.

In addition, they do not engage in any production at all and have no land to settle on, so naturally there is no stable source of food.

Even the warriors' weapons and armor were extremely crude, and most of the metal products came from looting caravans and towns.

As for things like gold and silver, they were basically all given to the greedy goblins in exchange for the right to use airships, logging machines and other projects.

Yes, you read that right, it is the right to use, not the ownership.

Because the goblins saw through the low IQ of most orcs at a glance and concluded that it was impossible for them to understand and learn complex engineering, they simply raised the price and slashed the price for this "high-quality customer".

You should know that the prices of monopoly goods and services are different from those of non-monopoly goods and services.

For the same thing, if the former is several times more expensive than the latter, it is considered quite conscientious.

Usually it starts at ten or even dozens of times.

As we all know, the goblins of Azeroth who have entered the capitalist society have absolutely no "burdens" such as "conscience" and "morals" that would prevent them from making a lot of money.

So when it comes to cheating the orcs, each one is more ruthless than the last.

During the two Orc Wars, they provided ships, explosives, and other supplies and services to these invaders from other worlds for huge profits.

It is precisely because of the war that the financial resources and power of the goblins will expand rapidly, eventually becoming a force that cannot be underestimated, and can even compete with the dwarves in engineering.

You have to know that before this, their technological level was no match for the dwarves who had built the huge underground mechanical city of Gnomeregan.

After all, dwarves are creations of the Titans, and their natural intelligence and creative abilities far exceed those of other races.

It was precisely because of the power of greed and capital that the goblins were able to finally overtake others and even create some things that were not very stable but had absolutely shocking effects.

Of course, Thrall obviously realized that the goblins were taking advantage of him.

But the problem is that he has no second choice.

Right now, apart from the trolls and goblins, there is no other race in the entire Azeroth willing to trade with the orcs.

After a period of marching, Thrall finally led his army to Ashenvale.

When he saw the burning forest before him, as well as the red-skinned evil orcs and Burning Legion demons with black bone spurs on their bodies, the rage in his heart finally erupted completely. He raised the Hammer of Destruction and injected the power of lightning into it and smashed it hard at a warrior who had completely lost his mind, smashing the opponent's head directly, and blood, brain matter and broken skull splattered everywhere.

"kill!

Kill these depraved bastards!

They are not worthy of being called orcs! They are not our compatriots!

In the name of the Warchief! I hereby declare that the Warsong Clan is no longer a part of the Horde as of this day and age!"

Accompanied by Thrall's furious roar, thousands of orc troops and their allies, the Darkspear trolls, showed no mercy and immediately rushed forward to launch a fierce attack like a tsunami.

But unfortunately, despite the overwhelming numerical advantage, the fighting situation was extremely tense.

The casualties among the soldiers on the front line were extremely heavy.

Because in a melee, a red-skinned evil orc can easily kill more than ten ordinary orcs.

Especially the blood-sucking ability that Zuo Si deliberately added. Unless the entire head is chopped off, even if the abdomen, heart and other fatal parts of these evil orcs are pierced, they can heal quickly by sucking blood.

Even the trolls have to admit defeat to its terrifying regeneration ability.

What's even more terrible is that unlike ordinary evil orcs who will lose their minds and become extremely violent due to the influence of the blood of the Abyss Lord, because the blood of the Dreadlord is injected into their veins, they are very insidious and cunning when fighting, and often use their own abilities to interfere with the opponent's mind.

In addition, the power of the Blood God Hakkar can control the opponent's blood flow to a certain extent, and even forcibly draw blood out of the blood vessels through the skin. It often costs a huge price to kill a demon orc of the Warsong Clan.

In the end, it was Thrall who led the team personally to defeat this small force of perhaps only one or two hundred people, and killed five or six hundred low-level demons in the process.

The price paid by the new tribe was the deaths of 400 people and more than 2,000 injured.

Such a horrific casualty ratio was simply unbelievable to Thrall and other senior officials.

You should know that many clan veterans and chiefs have participated in the First or Second War and are familiar with the power of the evil orcs. Some of them themselves were once members of the evil orcs.

But the power of the evil orcs of the Warsong Clan was obviously far beyond everyone's cognition.

After personally killing an evil orc, the older Eitrigg cursed breathlessly, "Damn it! These guys are ridiculously strong! What kind of transformation did the demons make on them? This is obviously not normal!"

"Abnormal?"

Thrall picked up the Doomhammer that fell to the ground with a puzzled expression on his face.

Because he was born after the opening of the Dark Portal, he had never seen the appearance of evil orcs since he could remember. They were all green-skinned orcs whose anger and bloodthirstiness had disappeared.

"That's right! The orcs who drank the devil's blood before didn't have such strong power, and they couldn't recover quickly by sucking blood.

They are just a bit stronger, bigger and more durable than normal orcs.

Absolutely no spell abilities whatsoever.

But now, these Warsong Clan warriors clearly possess the ability to disrupt the mind and control the blood flow of their opponents.

If Grom Hellscream gains that kind of power, we'll be in big trouble."

Eitrigg expressed his concerns with a serious expression.

Ever since his death in Orgrimmar, Grom Hellscream has been recognized by all orcs as the strongest warrior. Even Warchief Thrall cannot guarantee victory in a one-on-one battle.

Especially after being completely dominated by anger, every swing of Bloodroar can bring fear and death to the enemy.

If this guy drank demon blood to gain additional strength, Eitrigg couldn't imagine how he would be defeated on the battlefield.

"Damn it! This is simply the worst news."

Thrall instantly realized the seriousness of the problem. While directing the shamans to treat the injured warriors, he racked his brains to think of a countermeasure.

Maybe it was because he had been under tremendous pressure for a long time, he looked particularly old, as if he was in his forties or fifties.

But in fact, this warchief is in his prime, even younger than Garrosh Hellscream, the younger who took over as the second warchief in the original timeline.

Yes, you read that right.

Garrosh Hellscream, who behaves like a junior in front of Thrall, is actually much older than the former.

Because he was born before the opening of the Dark Portal, and was not yet an adult, he was left in his hometown.

The interesting thing is that although Sal is young, he is extremely mature both in appearance and mind, like a wise old man in his fifties or sixties who has experienced the baptism of time.

Although Hellscream and his son are old, their thoughts and behaviors are very childish and impulsive, giving people the feeling that they are like giant babies.

There is no doubt that this small-scale war that broke out on the edge of Ashenvale made the entire orc high-level leadership realize that the task of destroying the Warsong Clan might be more difficult than imagined.

Especially in the front part of the Burning Ashenvale, a large number of portals to Argus have been built.

Demons are constantly entering Azeroth through these dark portals and fighting alongside the fel orcs.

Almost every time Thrall led his army forward a certain distance, he would engage in a high-intensity frontal battle with the enemy.

After several days, he and the other orcs and trolls became exhausted.

The number of wounded also increased to a level that far exceeded what the shamans and witch doctors could treat.

This bloody civil war between the orcs finally began before the Burning Legion launched a full-scale attack on Mount Hyjal.

The entire front half of Grey Valley was completely reduced to a battlefield, with blood, death, and corpses scattered in every corner.

When the Minotaur and human army arrived after completing the subsequent repairs, they were completely stunned by the tragic scene they saw.

Since Mount Hyjal is located to the east of what later became Felwood and is adjacent to Winterspring to the north, one must pass through Ashenvale to enter.

"Oh my god! What on earth is going on here?"

Jaina asked with her mouth wide open in an uncertain tone.

Although she had participated in the battle against the Undead Scourge and seen the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in Stratholme, it was far from comparable to the scene before her.

"It's Thrall. He is leading his army to cleanse the entire orc race of the stain."

Cairne Bloodhoof gave the answer with a slightly emotional voice.

It is not difficult to tell from his tone and attitude that he actually likes Sal very much in his heart.

But unfortunately, Thrall's rationality and calmness are exceptional among the orcs.

This means that the violent and warlike orcs are not suitable to be allies of the peace-loving tauren.

After Thrall abdicated, the two races would sooner or later split apart due to their incompatible natures.

"You mean... they're killing each other?"

Jaina quickly scanned the corpses on the ground and found that there were both ordinary orcs with green skin and evil orcs with red skin.

However, the number of evil orcs killed is much less than that of ordinary orcs.

Kane Bloodhoof nodded slightly: "Yes.

Thrall once told me that the orcs were infected with a terrible curse because they drank the blood of a pit lord named Mannoroth.

What is happening to the Warsong Clan now can only mean one thing.

That is, Mannoroth has come to Azeroth.

So whether it is to protect his compatriots from becoming slaves of the Burning Legion or to prove that the orcs are not bloodthirsty monsters, he must fight bravely.

Only by killing Grom Hellscream and the pit lords behind him can the orcs be truly redeemed."

"I see."

Jaina nodded thoughtfully and hurriedly commanded the army to pass through the battlefield littered with corpses.

She obviously did not want to get involved in the civil war between the orcs, but instead planned to quickly rush to Mount Hyjal to prepare for the final decisive battle.

Through Medivh's advice, Jaina realized that she was no longer fighting alone.

Once contact is made with the night elves and an alliance is established, the Alliance on the eastern continent will also dispatch troops directly through the portal to provide support.

Therefore, the top priority now is to race against time, seize a favorable position to build a fortress, and then build a portal to provide a safe place for the upcoming reinforcements.

…

At the same time, far in the depths of Ashenvale, an area had been corroded by fel energy, presenting a clearing of scorched earth and green fel flames.

The pit lord Mannoroth is watching over the mo'arg of his legions as they study the body and blood of Grom Hellscream.

As engineers of the Burning Legion, these demonic creatures whose bodies have undergone extensive modification are very good at research and creation.

The famous Fel Cannon, Legion Portal and Fel Mech are their masterpieces.

In addition, on other planets, the Mo'args have also built countless space battleships and interstellar fortresses, which can be said to be the most important technical support in the legion.

Although they generally have a low status and are not as valued as high-level demons with powerful individual strength such as Dreadlords, Eredar, Pit Lords and Doom Lords, basically all combat troops will be equipped with some to a greater or lesser extent.

However, due to the Abyss Lord's innate strong desire for destruction, Mannoroth's attitude towards these engineers has never been very good. He even thinks that these guys who can only do fancy things are a complete burden.

After all, as long as he personally takes action, he can often sweep away all enemies with a thunderous force. There is no need to build any evil artillery base, let alone magic mechas that have a very high failure rate.

Instead of wasting time, it would be better to just throw a super-large Hellfire down to crush all the enemies who are resisting stubbornly.

But now, because of some unknown mutation that occurred in the Warsong Clan, Mannoroth remembered these engineers and wanted them to find the reason behind it.

Especially after witnessing the powerful strength of these evil orcs with his own eyes, he even wanted to turn all orcs into this appearance.

This way, he would be able to shine in the Battle of Mount Hyjal, let Lord Archimonde know his worth, and gain more rewards after conquering the planet.

Just as the Abyss Lord was imagining a bright future, a mo'arg finally finished the inspection and quickly came to the huge Mannoroth to report: "Sir, after repeated experiments and analysis, we have found that these orcs not only have your blood, but also another unknown blood. The latter is the reason why they have an endless desire for blood."

"Oh? What's blood?"

Mannoroth asked with his eyes slightly shining.

"I'm sorry, but we've never seen this kind of blood, or a species that matches it.

In addition, the spring water where your blood was spilled has also been destroyed by some unknown force and has completely disappeared.

Obviously, there must be an unknown conspiracy hidden in this.

It is recommended that you contact Lord Tichondrius and ask him to send a dreadlord to investigate.

As for these orcs, I think it is best to control them carefully."

The Mo'arg Engineer told him all the information he had so far.

"Do you think anyone can compete with me for control of the evil orcs?"

Mannoroth leaned forward slightly, staring at his subordinate with his eyes that were shining with terrifying light, as if he would raise the weapon in his hand and tear him to pieces, or release fel flames to devour him in the next second.

Since the Abyss Lord is always prone to anger and destructive desires, he has a very bad temper and can easily lose control.

You have to be extremely careful when working under them.

Otherwise, you will be sent to the twisting void in minutes and wait for resurrection.

Although demons do not really die in the physical universe, just as demons and devils in the universe where Toril is located will not die permanently anywhere other than their hometown.

But the problem is that few people are willing to die just for no reason.

By the way, the twisting void of the Azeroth universe refers to the explosion caused by the intersection of holy light energy and shadow energy, which creates a gap between the two opposite sides of the physical universe and the shadow void.

The Shadow Void is not the dark void that only planeswalkers can enter, but simply the other side of the universe that represents shadow energy and the dark side.

As for the twisting void, it is a chaotic area formed by the constant intersection of light and shadow.

The life born in this area is called demon.

Some of these things are original, while others were created later through distortion.

When souls are captured by the Twisting Nether, they gain the power of immortality.

This is why the Burning Legion is unrivaled in the physical universe.

Even the Titans of the Pantheon didn't have any good way to deal with these demons. They could only build a prison and imprison them.

The Mo'arg Engineer was obviously frightened by the Abyss Lord's tyrannical look, and hurriedly shook his head to explain: "No, of course not. I just think these orcs may have some hidden dangers."

玛诺洛斯听到这句话，立刻发出一阵不屑的狂笑：“哈哈哈哈哈！

隐患？

你以为这些兽人是什么？ 他们有能力伤害到我？ 更何况我的血就是这些兽人内心之中愤怒、暴虐和嗜血的源头！ 他们永远也无法脱离我的控制，世世代代都要成为我的宠物！

好了，别废话，给我把这些血液注射到所有兽人的体内。

我要把战歌氏族打造成为先锋中最强大的一支力量。

阿克蒙德大人将会在即将到来的决战中看到邪兽人的力量。”

伴随着这番话脱口而出，深渊领主猛地举起手中的双头剑狠狠插向地面，其末端锋利的部分当场在莫尔葛工程师的脸上留下一道血痕。

但凡不是傻子都能看得出来，这就是赤裸裸毫不掩饰的威胁与恐吓。

莫尔葛工程师显然是敢怒不敢言，连一句废话都不敢有，迅速匍匐在地上以最卑微的姿态转身离开。

等返回去之后第一时间就把从格罗姆·地狱咆哮身上抽出的血液注入到了所有战歌氏族兽人的体内。

短短不到三十分钟的功夫，一支总数量高达四五千人的狂暴嗜血大军就这样打造完成。

不过你以为这就完了，那可大错特错。

燃烧军团可不是原始落后的兽人，而是一个魔法与科技都高度发达的组织。

所以玛诺洛斯的迅速让手下恶魔把这些天开采矿石、熔炼金属，最终打造出来的坚固铠甲给自己的邪兽人军团穿戴整齐。

至此，整个战歌氏族便彻底脱胎换骨，变成了比亡灵天灾更可怕的军队。

正当他准备拿追加而来的部落牛刀小试时，这么多天一支浑浑噩噩仿佛在梦游一样的格罗姆·地狱咆哮仿佛听到了耳边传来的低语。

尽管这声音是如此的轻柔，但却蕴含着令人无法抗拒的力量，甚至比自称主人的深渊领主控制力更强大。

由于无法反抗，所以这位战歌氏族的酋长只能听从低语的指引，躲开周围恶魔的眼线，悄无声息来到一处被邪能孵化的水池旁边，结果看到了前不久那个为自己指路的恶魔。

确切地说就是故意变化成恶魔外表的左思。

“是你？！”

格罗姆猛地瞪大眼睛，突然感受到了自己与对方之间那种强烈且无比亲密的联系。

“你现在感觉如何？我亲爱的后裔。”左思摸着下巴似笑非笑的反问道。

“后裔？这是什么意思？难道你也想要成我的主人吗？”

因为深渊领主之血的影响，格罗姆明显比平时更加暴躁易怒，立马就举起血吼想要冲上去把对方砍死。

但遗憾的是仅仅一秒钟之后，他就发现自己全身上下的血液仿佛凝固了一样，整个人被定在原地动弹不得。

左思则宛如闲庭信步般来到近前，完全无视那柄已经高高举起的利刃，伸出手以一种极具侮辱性的姿态拍了拍这名兽人战士那张粗糙的脸，用半开玩笑的语气讽刺道：“小小的艾泽拉斯还真是卧虎藏龙。

怎么遍地都是阿尔萨斯这样的孝子贤孙呢？

想要杀我？ 你知道我是你和所有战歌氏族吸血兽人的始祖吗？

知道是我亲手创造了你们么？ 所以别把我跟玛诺洛斯那个蠢货搞混了。

我可不仅仅是主人那么简单，而且还是你们所有力量的源头、造物主和神。

现在我命令你跪下！”

伴随着最后一个字脱口而出，向来高傲自负的格罗姆·地狱咆哮瞬间感觉凝固的血液有一次开始流动，而自己的膝盖则不受控制的弯曲，扑通一声跪在了对方面前。

最重要的是，他在内心之中居然没有产生一丁点愤怒、不甘和屈辱的念头，仿佛这种动作就应该是天经地义爹一般。

怎么回事？

究竟发生了什么？ 为何自己仿佛一个木偶从肉体到思维全部受到了操控？ 由于向来不太喜欢动脑子，更不喜欢跟魔法有关的东西，所以格罗姆根本找不到答案。

事实再一次证明，向萨尔、古尔丹、耐奥祖和奥格瑞玛这样的聪明兽人终究只是极少数。

尤其是最后一个，简直把权术和阴谋诡计玩弄到了炉火纯净的地步，与其说是一个英雄，倒不如说是一个枭雄。

因为奥格瑞玛不管是上位还是夺权，又或者在与联盟的交战中，都多次使用了不讲武德的无耻偷袭。

这在崇尚一对一正面决斗的兽人传统价值观中显然并不受欢迎。

“我想你现在一定很疑惑，在自己和其他战歌氏族身上究竟发生了什么，对吧？”

左思居高临下俯视着这个强壮而又高大的兽人战士。

格罗姆只感觉自己内心之中原本如同火山一样不断喷涌的愤怒与嗜血正在消退，取而代之的是一种建立在阴暗、冷静和狡诈之上的思维。

他的眼睛也从原本的血红色过渡到了黑红相间的状态，猛然间抬起头质问道：“你对我和我的氏族做了什么？”

左思意味深长的回答道：“我在那口被深渊领主之血污染的泉水中，加入了一点自己的血液。

换句话说，我从玛诺洛斯手中抢走了整个战歌氏族的控制权。

从现在开始，你们不再是兽人或者邪兽人，而是血兽人。

至于你的任务，就是在接下来的战斗中击败并俘虏萨尔，通过初拥赋予他这股力量。

从今以后，我就是血兽人至高无上的主宰，你们必须要虔诚信仰和侍奉的神。

唯有如此，兽人才能延续下去而不是走向毁灭。

千万不要想着反抗。

因为作为真祖，我对你们的控制是从精神到肉体全方位的。

相信这一点你现在已经感受到了才对。”

“是的，我已经感受到了。请放心，我会俘获萨尔并把他带到您的面前来。不过玛诺洛斯的他背后的燃烧军团怎么办？”

格罗姆体内属于深渊领主的血液力量明显消退了很多，已经可以开始理性的思考和分析。

他不是傻瓜，明白战歌氏族这点人与恶魔的差距有多大。

哪怕把整个部落全部转化成血兽人，在阿克蒙德的面前也不过是挥挥手就能碾死的虫子。

“燃烧军团你无需担心，自然会有人解决他们。

至于玛诺洛斯，我授权你在给萨尔完成初拥之后，可以扑上去吸干他那充斥着邪能之力的燃烧血液。

好好享受这顿大餐。

要知道一旦吸收了这位深渊领主的鲜血，你的实力将会达到一个前所未有的高度。”

左思不慌不忙的开始布置计划，为第三次大战结束后的世界格局提前做好铺垫。

他并不打算把所有的兽人都杀光，而是要把这些家伙打造成一个永远也无法被洗白的反派势力，用来团结包括东部大陆的联盟，还有卡利姆多大陆的牛头人、暗夜精灵等种族。

如此一来，在拥有共同敌人的情况下，这个为了对抗燃烧军团入侵的联盟就不会轻易解散，更不会因为爆发内部矛盾而导致分裂，甚至是上演艾泽拉斯各种族大乱斗的剧本。

“如您所愿……”

格罗姆深深地低下头向眼前血兽人的创造者表达臣服。

通过这次见面和力量展示，他原本的记忆、思想和情感已经完全被扭曲，最终只剩下深深地崇拜与敬畏。

事实上这也是费伦大陆许多吸血鬼后裔对其尊主的感情。

哪怕这位尊主亲手杀光了后裔的家人，在杀戮之前还对其父母、姐妹和子女进行残忍的强暴、折磨，该后裔仍旧不会有哪怕一丁点的怨恨。

除非吸血鬼尊主释放了控制权，不然的话这种扭曲畸形的情感就会一直存在。

甚至当尊主被杀死的时候，后裔的第一反应是伤心、痛苦。

直至灵魂重新恢复自由才会不可避免的慢慢恢复正常。

很显然，左思对于血兽人的控制也是如此。

只有在转化佳莉娅的时候，他从一开始就释放了控制权，让对方按照自己的意识行事。

搞定了格罗姆·地狱咆哮，整个战歌氏族就彻底变成了左思手中的一柄利刃。

而它所要对付的第一个目标，就是萨尔所领导的新部落。

可怜的玛诺洛斯还不知道自己已经被提前预定成了祭品，依然高高兴兴的躲在幕后欣赏这些服从自己的宠物与那些叛逆的宠物交战。

He planned to wait until the Warsong Clan defeated the New Horde, capture all the captured orcs, and force them to drink the mutated blood that contained magical powers in order to form an army of tens of thousands of evil orcs.

"Grom! Look at what you have done! Do you know that what you have done has made us the enemy of all the local residents of this continent?"

Thrall stood at the front of the queue and roared at the Warsong Clan Chieftain who had turned into a monster in the distance.

Because at this moment, the Warsong Clan has been completely transformed into evil orcs, even the lowest-level laborers are no exception.

This also completely ruined his original plan to absorb some ordinary Warsong Clan orcs who had not drunk the demon's blood after the war.

What’s even more terrible is that our side must pay an extremely painful price to destroy the Warsong Clan.

"Stop talking nonsense, kid! You are just a rookie, what qualifications do you have to talk to me in this tone? The choice I made is the right one, and your tricks will only make the orcs cowardly and timid." Grom Hellscream retorted without showing any weakness.

Ever since meeting Zuo Si, he has been able to control the violence and impulse brought about by the blood of the Abyss Lord in his body, and has also regained his sanity, instead of just hunting prey and sucking blood like a wild beast like he did a few days ago.

"Asshole! I am the chief! Have you forgotten the oath you made when you joined the tribe?"

Thrall was clearly making a final attempt, trying to use the righteous cause to convince the Warsong Clan to surrender voluntarily.

After all, Grom was not in a violent state where he could not communicate, which made him feel a little hopeful.

Unfortunately, Grom did not give the chief any respect at all, and sneered and mocked: "Oath?

Of course I remember the oath I made.

But the question is, who do you think is responsible for the Warsong Clan becoming what it is now? And who ordered me to go to Ashenvale to collect as much wood as possible?

Without your order, I would not have gone to Ashenvale, and I would not have fought with the night elf sentinels and the demigod Cenarius because of cutting down the forest, and finally had to drink the demon's blood to turn the defeat.

So stop pretending to be noble! You are just a bastard raised by humans, and you are not worthy of being the chieftain to lead all the orcs to survive in this world.

Now, I challenge you to a Mak'gora challenge. Let's go one on one and decide who is right.

Tell me, do you dare to accept the challenge?

moment!

The entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence.

Everyone's eyes turned to the direction of Chieftain Thrall.

According to orc tradition, an honor duel cannot be refused and the fight ends with death.

In particular, the chiefs and great chiefs of each clan are often challenged from below.

They must kill these challengers or force them to surrender in order to establish convincing prestige.

Thrall faced countless challenges when he became the Warchief.

Fortunately, the skills and strategies he learned as a slave gladiator helped him successfully defend this position.

But now, facing the most powerful remaining orc warrior, Thrall clearly hesitated.

Because he was not sure he could defeat Grom Hellscream in a one-on-one combat.

Similarly, he could not bear the serious consequences of his defeat.

But the problem is that if we don't fight back, we will be regarded as timid and cowardly by our own side, and if the two sides really fight, there will inevitably be heavy casualties.

Accept or reject?

This is undoubtedly a dilemma.

Even Zuo Si was sitting on the treetops in the dense forest, enjoying the show with great interest.

Standing next to him was Mal'Ganis, who had been helping run errands recently.

Seeing Thrall's face twisted by his struggle, the Dreadlord couldn't help but laugh and teased, "You are such a bad-hearted guy.

Not only did he let the orcs kill each other, but he also deliberately created problems for the young chief.

I bet that if this continues, in a few years all of Thrall's thick black hair will fall out, and his face will look extremely tired and old.

When it comes to being cunning and treacherous, you are no less cunning than me and my brothers."

Zuo Si sneered and responded, “Thank you for the compliment.

But this is just the first step in my creation of orcs.

Watch with open eyes, I will personally demonstrate how to corrupt a race and make them fall willingly.

Although it is a bit rude to say this.

But I still have to say that Kil'jaeden and the Burning Legion did a terrible job of infiltration and corruption.

On the contrary, those sealed ancient gods are the real experts in this regard.

And I am the true expert and master who surpasses them.”

"Oh? So you must be an evil god? After all, there aren't many creatures more evil than the Burning Legion."

Mal'Ganis seized this opportunity to gather more intelligence.

"Oh, don't worry, my dear friend.

It won't be long before you see my true face.

But before that, please allow me to keep it a little mysterious.

In addition, I asked you to convey my goodwill to the master behind the scenes. Did you help me convey it?"

Zuo Si decisively changed the subject, obviously not intending to reveal too many details before the arrival of his clone.

Mal'Ganis replied calmly, "The master is very cautious. He is still waiting and observing, and needs to confirm whether you are qualified first."

"In that case, let us wait and see together."

After saying this double-meaning remark, Zuo Si ended this mutual test.

(End of this chapter)