10. Young people - for book friends 150531132548765 [7/20]
Laral Fangfire was one of the ancient druids who participated in the War of the Ancients. He was active 9,000 years ago.
After the demons failed to invade Azeroth thousands of years ago, not all demons left the world. There were still some guys who accepted the power of demons and remained in the darkness, continuing to plan for their demon masters.
A conspiracy to destroy the world.
At that time, humans, dwarfs, and dwarves had not yet been born. There were very few types of life in the world. In addition to trolls everywhere, there were elves, bears, boars, etc., so it was left to the demons.
There are not many choices. When they develop their servant army, they often select some elves who are not determined.
The elves who voluntarily or passively accept the power of demons will undergo great changes in their bodies. Their slender and graceful bodies will be replaced by bloated and twisted muscles, and their beautiful legs will be transformed into recurved hooves.
It has purple or black mane, devil's horns, and a tail that keeps waving.
These ugly and cunning half-demon are called "Sats" by the elves, which is a contemptuous name for traitors.
But these hidden satyrs, hundreds of years after the demons were defeated, set off a major rebellion against Mount Hyjal and the World Tree. They summoned many demons from the void to help fight, and at that time, the entire dark night
The elves have not yet recovered from the ancient war, and they are having a hard time facing the rebellious satyrs.
That battle caused many warriors who did not deserve to die to die. At the most critical moment of the Sartre War, a group of druids headed by Laral Fanghuo were unwilling to be beaten passively anymore.
With others, he conducted a dangerous experiment.
As we all know, the power of druids comes from the wilderness demigods they believe in. The demigods give them the ability to transform and fight. However, not all wilderness demigods will give power to druids. This is not because the demigods are stingy.
But some powers are too dangerous for mortals, such as the most ferocious demigod of the wilderness, the wolf spirit Goldrinn.
This giant wolf god, who is full of snow-colored manes and walks in the forest like a lone wolf, is extremely powerful. The wild power it represents is also unruly. Druids rarely pray to wolf spirits for strength.
, but Lalaire Yahuo and his companions, at the critical moment when they saw their compatriots retreating steadily after being beaten by Sartre, they accepted the dangerous blessing of the wolf spirit without hesitation.
They became the first batch of werewolf druids in the world, fierce, powerful, and desperate in fighting. These werewolf druids entered the battlefield from Howling Wolf Valley, at the junction of Felwood Forest and Ashenvale, and those who
The arrogant Sartre launched a desperate battle. They fought fiercely for several days in the Howling Valley. Thousands of werewolf druids killed several times the number of demons and satyrs on their side. In the end, the Sartre was forced to flee in panic.
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It can be said that without the existence of Laral and the werewolf druids, it is really difficult to say what the outcome of the Night Elves would have been in the War of Satyr, but the ending of Laral was not good. Goldrinn
The power cannot be controlled by ordinary people. These werewolf druids were too immersed in killing, which also caused changes in their minds. They began to madly attack all creatures around them, even their companions.
As a last resort, Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage had to seal these out-of-control werewolf druids in the deepest part of the Emerald Dream, and then ordered that no druids were allowed to attack the wolves again.
Ringgoldrin prays for strength.
But Laral did not die, and the druids would not die so easily in the Emerald Dream. During the thousands of years of sealing, powerful mages had come into contact with these initial werewolves more than once. It is said that Medivh had seen it with his own eyes.
Laral and his companion, the unlucky human actor Wolfe Wallace, were the victims of Medivh's research on werewolves.
The mentor of the lich Arugal, the summoning master Ur, also found the sealed space of Laral in his last summons before his death. Under Tyrion's instruction, more than a year ago, Arugal
Gao secretly returned to Gilneas, secretly summoned this dangerous alpha wolf from the Emerald Dream, and gave him the Moonlight Herbal Potion that could effectively suppress the power of werewolves.
The Dark Blade King is not doing good deeds. He has reached an agreement with Laral. As the price of freedom, Laral will help Wolf integrate the werewolf forces in Silverpine Forest. This 9,000-year-old druid is
After being freed from the werewolf's endless rage, he agreed to this request, but he also needed Wolf to help him find something.
Laral needed the "sacred objects" in the hands of the night elf druids active in Gilneas, the weapon called the "Scythe of the Moon", which he accepted from Goldrinn 9,000 years ago.
The staff he uses to gain strength, he needs that staff to free his other brothers who are trapped in the Emerald Dream.
After learning the news of Laral's survival, the withermen operating in Kul Tiras also sent envoys, wanting to invite Laral Fangfire to join the ranks of the wither. It is said that the two sides had a great conversation.
Pleasant, but when Laral tried to seize the Scythe of the Moon from the night elf druid, a little accident happened, which caused the night elves to notice the relief of the wolf in advance, so they almost immediately
Returned to Mount Hyjal with the Scythe of Luna.
This made Laral very angry, but he eventually made sense, especially when he learned from Wolf that the demons were about to invade Azeroth again. This ancient Druid hit it off with Tyrion.
, he will stay in Gilneas, where he will join forces with Luminas and Wolf to resist the demon's attack.
Although these old bones who have gone through the ancient war can sometimes be very stubborn and difficult to deal with, their deep-seated hatred and vigilance against demons have helped Tyrion a lot at this point in time.
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"Bang"
A living skeleton twisted its body, trying to get up from the pit of corpses, but just when it raised its head, a cold combat boot kicked the rotten head in front, kicking the skeleton again.
Back to the big pit.
"Burn them!"
A voice with a slight accent sounded, and the next moment, thick fire oil was poured down from the top of the corpse pit. Amidst the gurgling sound of the liquid, a young figure stood beside the corpse pit holding a torch. After a while, emanating
A fire with a strange smell started burning from the pit of corpses.
This is not a scene on a battlefield. In fact, this is the outer city of Lordaeron, a scene in a cemetery in a civilian area. Under the will of the Lich King, the invisible power of darkness is awakening.
The corpses in the tomb are not awakened one by one. In the weird noises at night, all the corpses in a cemetery are often pulled up from their eternal sleep.
The Lich King has a very good "appetite". He doesn't care at all about the weak soul power remaining on these bones. He is not picky like Tyrion. Before the chaos caused by the plague cauldron incident has subsided, Rodan
The people of the Kingdom of Lun were horrified to discover that, seemingly overnight, they were surrounded by mindless undead wandering in the sun.
Although in the eyes of soldiers, these mindless undead are no threat when they are alone, but to be honest, for civilians, this scene is more frightening than the legendary Dark Blade Death Knight, even though the two have nothing to do with each other.
Comparability.
"Quick, next one!"
Dranosh Saurfang, the young orc chief living in Lordaeron, was also leading a group of militiamen busy in the cemetery in the civilian area. This shows the lack of manpower. Of course,
This is also because King Terenas has foreseen that bad things are coming, and he ordered that all tombs inside and outside the city be "purified" within one day.
And when the militiamen dug up the cemetery, they realized that the situation was far worse than what they saw or thought... Underground, there were awakened corpses in almost all known tombs, and for
As for the corpses of weak civilians, militiamen armed with weapons can swarm them and deal with them, but the most difficult thing is the corpses of real soldiers.
When the orcs invaded Lordaeron, many warriors who died in battle were buried in the city's cemetery. After these warriors were awakened, they still retained some of their fighting thoughts. These bones were difficult for the militia to fight against.
, and little Saurfang's following is to prevent the militia from being damaged, which is completely necessary.
From the busy morning to now, little Saurfang's armor is full of disgusting, stinky blood, and even his carefully maintained battle ax is full of this kind of corpse pollution, which makes the young orc very dissatisfied.
, but there is no way, he is living in this city at this time. If he doesn't care, the undead will swarm him, and he will be the unlucky one.
"Be careful, don't go down, burn them with fire! Use a spear, not a sword! Don't get dragged down, you idiot!"
The orc swung his ax and chopped off the head of the sword-carrying undead that rushed out of the dug grave. Then he kicked away a militiaman who was too close, allowing him to avoid the deadly rotten sword.
Pierced, and in his roar, the militiamen picked up their spears, roared, rushed forward and stabbed randomly, and finally managed to drive the undead skeletons that rushed out back into the ignited flames.
But looking at the undead struggling in the flames, little Saurfang still felt a very uncomfortable feeling. Although these soldiers died in the battle with the orcs, and although they might still have the blood of the orcs on their hands, they
After all, he died on the battlefield. In the ancient tradition of the orcs, little Saurfang could not accept this kind of desecration of the dead.
Of course, this may also be related to what happened to his father. While this is still the case in the city, the situation outside the city is obviously even worse.
"Dranosh! Come on!"
When little Saurfang was carrying the oil drum towards another tomb, behind him, the shout of the orc Yolin wearing a mage robe made him turn around suddenly. The orc gave some instructions to the tired militiamen around him.
, and walked towards Yolin.
"What's wrong? Yolin, aren't you studying in Dalaran?"
Delanoche wiped his sweat and asked, "Do you have any news for me?"
"Of course! Stop working on this and come with me. Thrall and Garrosh are back."
As Yolin spoke, he pulled Dranoche to leave, but the young orc warrior looked back at the busy militiamen. He really didn't feel comfortable letting these militiamen who had never been on the battlefield face those weird things alone.
Undead, thinking of this, Delanosh shook his head, and instead pulled Yolin towards the dug graveyards.
"You can go see them anytime. Just deal with these undead souls first. You don't want to fall asleep at night and be woken up by these undead souls, right? It just so happens that your spells can deal with them faster."
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More than 30 minutes later, Dranosh, who had changed his clothes, and an aggrieved Yolin appeared in a garden in the noble district of Lordaeron. From a distance, he saw Sasha sitting on an outdoor table eating and drinking.
Er and Garrosh, and beside them, there was a young troll who looked at everything around him curiously. He had a strange face.
"Hey, bro!"
Dranosh shouted and sat down next to Thrall and Garrosh unceremoniously. The four boys greeted each other, joked and hugged each other. They seemed to have a very good relationship.
After a while of fighting, Delanoche picked up a piece of steak and was about to eat it when he inexplicably thought of the corpses he had processed this morning. Thinking of the disgusting smell of barbecue, he immediately lost his appetite and changed to a steak.
Grape, while eating, looked at the troll beside him and asked:
"Who is this little brother?"
"This is Wo'jin, the son of the chief of the Darkspear clan. They were attacked by Naga on the Echo Islands, and then the chief and his warriors helped them drive away the Naga. Now the Darkspear troll is also a member of the tribe."
Garrosh reached out and patted little Saurfang on the shoulder. He showed off his new armor intentionally or unintentionally. It was a set of armor full of orc style, made of steel, animal bones and animal skins.
It was a gift given to him by his father, Grom Hellscream, before he left.
"How does my armor look like? It's handsome, right? My dad said that I am already a real warrior and am qualified to have my own armor, which also has shaman's spells on it."
Garrosh picked up a piece of chicken leg, chewed it, and said to the nervous Vol'jin:
"Vol'jin, good friend, this is Dranosh, a powerful warrior, and Yolin, our most intelligent spellcaster. You look uncomfortable. Is the food not to your liking?"
"No, it's not."
Vol'jin, who was sitting aside, shook his head. This troll had a pair of dark blue eyes, and the two large fangs at the corners of his mouth were also wiped clean. Faced with Garrosh's concern, he shrugged and looked back.
With the buildings of the human city behind him, he whispered:
"Our Darkspear clan migrated to the Echo Islands because of the war between orcs and humans. But now it seems that humans treat you well and do not treat you as prisoners. This makes me very curious."
"We are a symbol of maintaining peace between orcs and humans. We use personal freedom as a bargaining chip to exchange for the peace of the two races. Besides, how dare those humans?"
Garrosh sneered:
"Their noble princes have all been beaten by me. Haha, I don't know what happened to that pretty boy from Alsace recently."
"Hey."
Thrall, who had been silent for the whole time, looked back with emotion, and then pursed his lips to Garrosh:
"The pretty boy is right behind you, and he looks like he's going to have a fight with you."
"Um?"
Four orcs and a troll all turned their heads and saw Alsace, who was wearing armor, walking into the garden alone. The prince's body was full of the smell of war smoke, and his armor was also stained with blood.
There was undisguised exhaustion on his face, but he was not here to provoke the orcs. On the contrary, after looking at Garrosh for a few seconds, Arthas whispered:
"I need your help... You can refuse, but I can't find any help in this city."