This is the largest logging base of the orc Warsong Clan in Ashenvale. When the orcs landed in Durotar earlier, there was a lack of wood to build a city, so the Warsong Clan took the initiative to take on the work of logging in Ashenvale. At that time, it was just for the purpose of building a city.
, later the goblins came to the orcs and purchased various resources at high prices, so the wood from Ashenvale became the "export product" of the orcs.
Ashenvale is the traditional sphere of influence of the night elves, and the orcs' logging here conflicts with the elves' idea of protecting nature. Therefore, the two sides had many conflicts over this matter, and even almost fought each other until a few years ago.
, the Great Prophet Drek'Thar personally went to Mount Hyjal to visit the leader of the night elves, and the two parties resolved the matter verbally.
The orcs' large-scale logging operations were stopped, but small-scale logging continued, and the night elves turned a blind eye to it until the elves got into trouble with the demon war and never again
Unable to take into account matters outside the battlefield, the Warsong clan's logging business began again on a large scale.
Of course, this time, the orcs also took the initiative to clear out the sporadic demons in the northeastern part of Ashenvale. From this point of view, the orcs can be regarded as contributing to the war between the elves and the demons.
But starting from 2 years ago, the lingering evil orcs appeared again. It was the orcs' scornful name for their compatriots who drank the blood of demons. Warchief Orgrim sent his best scouts, and on several occasions
After Yue's investigation, he finally figured out the source of the demon's blood, which was the Lord of the Abyss, Mannoroth the Destroyer, hidden in the Shadow Keep in Felwood.
Unfortunately, although the culprit was figured out, the orcs were unable to kill it because Felwood was already surrounded by night elves, and the orcs had no intention of joining this large-scale war, especially when the night elves
When they were not invited to join the war at all, the orcs had no intention of playing nice.
But unfortunately, even if the orcs no longer want to embrace war, war will eventually come.
"Bang"
The ajar door of the Warsong lumberyard was violently kicked open, and after receiving the news, Chief Grom Hellscream, the Warsong chief, rushed over as quickly as possible as he looked at the empty lumberyard in front of him with a gloomy expression.
The lumber was still scattered and piled aside, there were still signs of fire in the orcs' huts and warehouses, and there were bloodstains and orc corpses everywhere in the open field, but the entire lumberyard was deserted.
The orc warriors who followed Grom quickly dispersed, looking for anything useful in the lumberyard. The chief himself, with his son Garrosh, picked up the corpses of those who died in the war one by one.
The tools were folded up, and the wounds on the corpses made young Garrosh grit his teeth.
That ax mark, that knife edge, Garrosh was very familiar with this kind of wound, because it was caused by the weapons used by the orcs. This was not a surprise attack by other forces, but a cannibalism from within.
"Why? Why..."
Garrosh couldn't help but look at his father, who shook his head and motioned for him to be quiet. After a moment, an orc warrior approached Grom with a wooden cup, and then handed the cup to the chief.
Roma took the hand, put the cup to his nose and smelled it, with a disgusted look on his face.
"Bang"
The wooden cup was trampled to pieces by the chief, and he said to his son with a gloomy face:
"It's well water mixed with the blood of demons... Our compatriots were plotted by those bastards."
"Look! Find them! Find them before they join the war between demons and elves!"
Under the command of the chief, a group of wolf knights quickly mounted the war wolves and followed the footsteps of the departing evil orcs. Garrosh looked at his father, holding the torch in his own hand, and killed those who died in the battle.
Warsong orc corpses are set on fire.
As the flames burned, Garrosh clenched his fists and said to his father:
"Father! I will also go to those compatriots who have lost their minds. No matter what they want to do, I will stop them!"
"No! Garrosh."
Grom straightened his body in front of the blazing flames. His hair had turned gray under the double torture of demonic blood and time, but he still did not lose the temperament that a warrior should have, and was still as sharp as a knife.
"Garrosh, go back to Orgrimmar City as quickly as possible and tell the other chiefs that the demons are no longer satisfied with the small temptation tricks. This time, they seduced half of the Warsong clan in one go.
My child, although I am not a smart wise man, I also know that no matter what the devil's plan is, this proves that they no longer intend to hide it."
"The orcs don't want to participate in this war, but now it seems that we have no second choice."
Grom let out a long sigh. He touched the inheritance of the Warsong clan on his back, the legendary battle ax called "Blood Roar". He closed his eyes and said to his son:
"Go back and tell the war chief to prepare for war. The demons will not attack us head-on, but they will definitely plot. This time is the beginning of their plot. I will try my best to stop those evil orcs, but
No matter what happens on the battlefield, no matter what happens to me, no matter what news you hear, Garrosh, don't be impulsive!"
"The orcs have suffered enough from their recklessness..."
Garrosh heard a hint of ominousness in his father's bleak words. He subconsciously grabbed his father's wrist and said in a deep voice:
"Then come back with me. We will discuss it with the chiefs before starting the war..."
Before Garrosh finished speaking, Grom turned to look at him. The chief of the Warsong clan said word by word:
"So, do you mean to ask me to give up on my seduced people? Garrosh, do you really want to advise your chieftain like this? Do you really want me to watch more than 1,000 of my compatriots die at the hands of demons or demons?
In the hands of the elf?"
"They were tempted! Father!"
Garrosh gritted his teeth and said:
"They have fallen, they drank demon blood, they are no longer our compatriots! You no longer need to die for them!"
"Shut up! Open your eyes and see, my son, they did not drink the demon blood voluntarily. They were plotted. This was not their intention. In their hearts, they are still the orcs of the Warsong clan! They are still mine.
Clan!"
Grom's clenched fists crackled. He looked at his son with a stern look and said in a deep voice:
"You still don't understand the chief's responsibility, Garrosh. If I can evade my responsibility today by saying that they fell voluntarily, then tomorrow, I will send our brothers to the battlefield without caring and watch them go.
Die! Should I do that? Have you forgotten the ancestral precepts of the Warsong clan?"
"On the battlefield, a chief should die before his warriors... If he doesn't, then he doesn't deserve to be a chief!"
As he spoke, Grom turned over and climbed onto his wolf. He looked back at his son:
"Go, Garrosh, and take my words back with you...and don't follow!"
His father's last instructions stopped Garrosh who wanted to follow him. He watched his father disappear into the woods of Ashenvale. The young orc looked back at the burning corpse of the war dead.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and quickly rushed into the camp behind the Warsong Lumber Camp. Ten seconds later, a bipedal flying dragon roared into the sky of Ashenvale, speeding towards Orgrimmar.
.
"Father, hold on!"
In the biting cold wind at high altitude, Garrosh held on to the reins tightly:
"I will come back as quickly as possible..."
"Don't die, old man!"
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On the other side, in the tree dwelling in the middle of Ashenvale, there is a slightly weird temple hidden in the endless forest of Ashenvale. It is made of a huge tree. The god of nature, Cenarius, lives here.
Descendants of Si, to be precise, are one of the hometowns of dryads and forest guardians.
This temple of trees is located at the junction of Ashenvale and Felwood, firmly guarding the passage between Ashenvale and Felwood. Even during the craziest period of the demonic war, the heroic dryads did not let the demons occupy it.
I've been through this place before, but now, it's a river of blood.
More than 1,000 heavily armed Warsong orcs are attacking the tree-dwelling positions in the forest. Their eyes are red, and the devil's blood is flowing in their veins, burning their sanity and releasing their wildness and strength.
During the time of the Norse world, the orcs drank demon blood once. In the years since they came to Azeroth, the orcs have been fighting against the demon blood in their bodies.
Just like drug addicts who are in a withdrawal reaction, they are in a subtle state. Their bodies long for the blood of demons, but their wills are resisting those evil things. But now, under the influence of the demon assassin Akali's disciples
With their efforts, the blood from the great demon destroyer Maronos was once again injected into the bodies of these orc warriors.
Their struggle failed, and it got worse. Embracing the demon's blood again satisfied their body's desire for depravity, causing them to fall into the abyss of slaughter again, and sink deeper and deeper.
However, if there are only more than 1,000 evil orcs attacking, it will be completely unable to break through the defense line of the forest dwellers. The dryads and jungle guardians here are not vegetarians. These descendants of the natural demigod bloodline are very powerful.
, the male guardian of nature has an elk-like body and an elf-like upper body. They have ferocious antlers on their heads, and their right hands are wrapped with black thorns.
These behemoths are full of strength and have the dexterity of an elk. They dare to confront the orcs head-on. In a pure competition of strength, they do not fall behind. Behind the tall and sturdy jungle guardians, there are petite dryads.
The bodies of these dryads are similar to those of the jungle guardians, but the antlers hidden in the long green hair on their heads are smaller, they are not protected by thorns, and their strength is weaker.
But what replaced it was more powerful agility and profound knowledge of natural magic.
The lively dryads were wearing wooden armor and shouting slogans. As they waved their hands, green wooden spears flew across the sky and pierced into the scattered orc positions in front. Any orcs stabbed by the wooden spears would lose their hands and feet.
Weak, this is the natural magic attached to the javelins of the tree demons. It is similar to poison, but the effect is more powerful.
In this war, the dryads have an absolute advantage, because not only are they fighting on the battlefield, but their ancestors... the powerful nature demigod Cenarius himself is also here.
This is like a natural demigod enlarged three times by the forest guardian. He has a majestic face. He runs on the battlefield like a moving hill. His powerful power will easily knock away any orcs who stand in front of him.
, and as long as his huge hooves stepped on the ground, there would be a terrifying war trample. Cenarius didn't care about the siege of those crazy orcs. He raised his hands, and thick vines rolled out from the ground.
Trapped those orcs in place.
No orc can get close to him. After all, this is a wilderness demigod. Even if he is much weaker than Agamaggan, it is not something that mortals can get close to.
Of course, Cenarius should be supervising the battle in Felwood at this time. The reason why he appeared here is because he was tracking a strange demon assassin. Just 2 hours ago, the assassin sneaked into the night elf military camp and killed
He killed 27 frontline commanders, which made the frontline commander Cenarius furious. He pursued them all the way from Felwood to this place, and then lost track of the demon assassin.
But it happened to catch up with the battle of the evil orcs attacking the tree dwellings in the forest. This strange coincidence gave the natural demigod an unpleasant feeling in his heart. He vaguely felt a crisis, but he could not let it go.
These evil orcs attack their descendants...
Naturally the demigods did not kill these orcs.
With Cenarius's vision, he could easily see that these orcs were contaminated by the blood of evil. Although some evil orcs had joined the demon side before, this was the first such large-scale evil orc operation.
Second-rate.
Cenarius frowned, looking at the evil-blooded orcs in front of him who were gradually defeated under the siege of the forest guardians and dryads. His green eyes were full of doubts and solemnity.
He recognized the symbols on the chests of these orcs, which were the symbols of the Warsong clan in the orc tribe. He summoned vines to trap the defeated orcs, and then he raised his head, amidst the cheers of the dryads and forest guardians.
Looking into the distance, he saw that the forest had informed him of Grom's arrival, so the natural demigod left these orcs alive.
He wanted to know whether this was a planned attack or an accident like before.
