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34. Framed (Part 2)

"Ouch"

Amidst the roar of the wolves, Grom led a group of wolf knights on the battlefield that had completely quieted down. When he raised his head, he could see hundreds of orc warriors bound by vines on the battlefield, and the remaining

Those who fell down either died under the claws of the jungle guardian, or were hit by the poisonous javelin of the tree demon and were paralyzed and lay unconscious on the ground.

In general, there were not many casualties, which made Grom relax. Under the angry gazes of the dryads, Grom jumped off the wolf and approached the natural demigod standing on the battlefield.

Cenarius, the orc chief bowed to this powerful demigod, and then said in a deep voice:

"This was an accident! Mighty Cenarius, the demons have corrupted my people with their evil blood, and the orcs have no intention of joining the war between demons and elves... I take the place of my crazy people and inflict the casualties on them

Express regret.”

"This time is different, Chief of Warsong."

Cenarius pointed at the tied Fel Orcs behind him, and in the swaying natural light, he said in a deep voice:

"More than 1,000 orcs besieged the forest dwelling. If I hadn't happened to be here, they would have caused terrible casualties to my heirs. I can't let them go so easily...But, I don't want to destroy the elves either.

Regarding the relationship with the orcs, come with me to Mount Hyjal, Chief Warsong, and have a good chat with Malfurion and Tyrande there."

"This can't happen again!"

To be fair, Cenarius's request was not too much, and although Grom was a little unhappy, seeing that his people had not been killed, he was unwilling to make the matter worse.

But at the moment Grom was about to agree, in the shadow behind him, two daggers, one blue and one red, appeared with a roar, stabbing the orc chief in the back of the heart.

The cold made Grom subconsciously roll twice to the left, while the natural demigod Cenarius roared and called for the vines that rushed out from the ground, trying to trap the demon assassin in place.

"It's you! Villain! You must pay the price!"

However, Akali's figure seemed to be wrapped in darkness. She deftly avoided all the vines summoned by Cenarius, then picked up Grom's battle ax Gorehowl from the ground and jumped quickly in the space.

, and finally appeared further away.

The demon assassin held Grom's battle ax in one hand and waved it in his hand. Under the dark hood, a trace of teasing and murderous intent flashed through her dark red eyes. She looked in front of her.

Roaring nature demigod, she whispered:

"I heard that you are the weakest nature demigod in Azeroth?"

As she spoke, Akali waved the blood roar in her hand, threw it on the ground, and then took out the two daggers from her waist. In the weird light and shadow swaying, the two daggers quickly transformed into blood.

The way they roar is exactly the same.

"Wow, wow"

While waving the battle axe, the demon assassin stuck out her tongue and licked her lips. In the sky above her head, three torn dark green space doors opened quickly. Amidst the roars of the demons, Akali

Dragging two heavy battle axes like a berserker, she rushed towards Cenarius, and her crazy voice sounded on this isolated battlefield:

"Today, let me also try...the feeling of killing a god!!!"

"Arrogant!"

Behind Akali, who was flying like an afterimage, Grom, whose whole body was wrapped with bright red flames of anger, grabbed the battle ax Gorehowl on the ground, jumped into the air, and then smashed it hard at the demon assassin in front of him.

When he saw the two daggers in Akali's hands transforming into blood roars, Grom knew what the demon assassin wanted to do... She was going to use a nasty and cunning frame-up to make the orcs and

The elves have become unstoppable, and she wants to use the life of Cenarius, the demigod of nature, to push the wheel of hatred between the two races forward.

"How can I let you... succeed!"

Grom's eyes shone with flaming anger, but the warrior was powerful and heavy, and his sure-fire blow was blocked by a swarm of black bats that suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Bang"

Among the sparks of light and shadow, the tall figure of the Demon Lord Bernholler appeared in front of Grom. His hands, ten dagger-like claws, intertwined to block the battle ax chopped down by the orc warrior.

A terrifying force caused the ground beneath Bernholler's feet to explode as if it had been bombarded. Amid the splashes of mud, two dents as if they had been plowed appeared in front of Bernholler's hooves.

"Wow"

The Dread Lord with a gloomy smile waved his claws, and Grom's body was thrown back to the place where he charged before. The Dread Lord moved its sharp claws, tilted its head, and looked at the furious orc in front of it.

A claw flicked in the air:

"Hey, beast, your opponent... is me! Don't try to interrupt my lovely Akali and Mr. Cenarius's "game"..."

Behind the fearful demon king, the demons descending from the sky have burned the flames of war into the positions of the tree demons and forest guardians living in the trees. Facing the impact of the violent demons that are several times larger than their own, they have just experienced a battle.

The fighting position in the forest was completely ignited by the blazing evil flames almost immediately.

This is a conspiracy that has been planned for a long time...and now, they are about to achieve their goal.

"Tear it apart"

Akali, who was bouncing in the air like a shadow, passed by Cenarius' tall body. The battle ax in her hand fiercely opened a scar on the natural demigod's skin. Severe pain accompanied Akali.

Rei's dark laughter burst into Cenarius' mind, causing the wilderness demigod to roar.

He waved his left hand fiercely outward, and three thick vines roared towards Akali behind him, but they were easily dodged by the opponent. The crazy demon assassin landed nearly 20 meters away from the natural demigod.

She held the tomahawk in front of her eyes, stuck out her tongue, and licked the remaining blood on the axe.

"Tsk, it's really delicious blood, full of the flavor of life..."

In front of her, Cenarius's injured front leg was trembling abnormally. The demigod lowered his head and looked at the wound on his leg, the ferocious ax mark, and the huge life force emerging from the wound.

, according to Cenarius's power, the wound should be healed immediately, but there is a special force acting on the wound, preventing the power of life from healing it.

"This is the last relic of the Devourer Redmaw left in the stars... Even though the ferocious and crazy demon hound blessed by the Dark Titan has been dead for a long time, the scars left by its bite have never been there.

...healed!”

Akali's hoarse voice rang in Cenarius' ears. The figure of the natural demigod became illusory at this moment. He had to briefly escape into the Emerald Dream to avoid the subsequent assassination, but the dagger in Akali's hand shone brightly.

The interlaced red and blue light pierced into the illusory body, once again leaving terrifying staggered scars on Cenarius's skin.

The natural demigod rushed out of the battlefield shrouded by Akali's blade like a crazy war horse. The wounds on his body seemed to have been injected with some kind of special venom. Not only the wounds could not heal, but also the huge power of nature in his body

His movements have become obscure, and those two weapons seem to be specially designed to restrain him!

"Without the supplement of vitality... without the support of the power of nature, what will you have left, poor fellow?"

The vicious voice of the demon assassin echoed:

"Isn't the Devourer's bite wonderful?"

"Is the poison made by Kingaros himself sweet?"

"Does it hurt? I'll ask you again...does it hurt!!!"

This madman-like roar was completely covered up by Cenarius' movement of activating the power of the forest in the next moment. Feeling the threat, the natural demigod no longer held back. With the support and call of the huge natural power in his body, the entire tree dwelling in the forest

The surrounding forests were given a terrifying activation effect at this moment, and the trees that had grown here for tens of millions of years gained the power to move and fight.

"Kacha, kacha"

As the earth shook, the tall tree people stepped into the battlefield with heavy steps. In their roar, the branches like long whips smashed hard on the battlefield, smashing the demons who were as powerful as breaking bamboo.

It flew out.

In less than 10 seconds, the demon army that was originally surrounded became the one being surrounded...and the demon king Bernholler, who was forced to retreat by this terrible movement, was caught in a flash of red flames.

In the meantime, the entire left arm covered with fel energy was chopped off by the furious Grom Hellscream. On the battlefield where the blood of fel energy was swaying, the roar of the orc chief sounded like a war drum.

In the eye of the green natural storm, Cenarius stood proudly on the raised earth, with the thick natural energy wrapped around his body like a shield. He looked indifferently at the people who were blown away by the natural storm and had nowhere to hide.

Demonic Assassin Akali, this natural demigod rings out on the battlefield with an angry voice.

"If that's all you have power...then devil..."

"You're dead!"

"Right here!"

The devils' plan was indeed good, and there was no problem with its execution. The only problem they lacked in thinking was... they underestimated Grom's strength, and also underestimated Cenarius's strength...

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Cenarius is a relatively special being among the natural demigods of Azeroth.

It was born in the natural forest. It is said that at the moment of its birth, even the awakened Ysera in the Emerald Dream and the Queen of the Green Dragon Legion felt the life storm caused by Cenarius. This is a noble nature.

His life, he was born as a demigod, much more special than all other demigods.

And this terrifying talent comes from the blood of Cenarius...his father is also a wilderness demigod.

The powerful Malorne the White Deer was known as the strongest demigod in Azeroth during the ancient war thousands of years ago. It is said that the partner of Malorne the White Deer is the sacred moon god Elune.

In other words, Cenarius is the heir to the noble bloodlines of both parties.

The powerful green dragon Ysera is Cenarius's adoptive mother. She is responsible for teaching Cenarius to use his power, and always pays attention to him and blesses him. This very close, even overly close relationship, once

The druids thought that Cenarius and Ysera were lovers... Of course, this was just a beautiful misunderstanding.

Cenarius is probably the most talented of all demigods, but he is also the one with the most embarrassing status among all demigods. Cenarius is the only second-generation demigod, and the time since he was born is too short.

At least he has existed for a much shorter time than other wilderness demigods. Therefore, he has not fully explored his powerful talents. In other words, his strength is relatively weak among demigods.

For existences like wilderness demigods, strength is often linked to time. Their special form of existence determines that it is difficult for them to improve their strength through exercise. Do demigods like to sleep soundly in the Emerald Dream?

Yes, they like it, but there is another purpose hidden under this habit of sleeping soundly, which is to achieve a higher level of integration between their immortal souls and their bodies to achieve the result of increased strength. In other words

, many times, demigods have to sleep.

But Cenarius' "weakness" is relative.

He will definitely not be able to defeat the crazed Agamaggan. Facing the two-winged demigod, Storm Crow Anzu's chances of winning are also very slim, but it does not mean that Cenarius can be bullied by any secondary lord of the Burning Legion, even if

This sub-lord holds legendary weapons and possesses venom configured by the Burning Legion's master weapon designer.

Akali is no match for Cenarius, even adding Bernholler is enough.

Cenarius's opponent should be someone on the level of Destroyer Maronos.

Seeing that the natural storm set off by the enraged Cenarius was about to drown his opponent, the other being who was watching the battle outside the real world couldn't help but sigh.

Tyrion put down the wine glass in his hand with some sadness and said to the Blood Matron beside him:

"I thought these demons could give me a surprise... But look at them, they have been planning for so long, but they are still defeated by Cenarius in a desperate situation. It is really disappointing."

"But, my Alleria, guess who I hate the most among all the wilderness demigods?"

"Cenarius?"

The Blood Mistress, who was repairing her war bow, raised her head, reached out and brushed her long golden hair, and said curiously:

"I seem to remember you saying once...you hate Cenarius because this guy is a very important part of a huge conspiracy?"

"Yes, Cenarius."

Tyrion was leaning on the chair on the balcony on the second floor of the Death Realm Fortress. His eyes seemed to be able to see the battle going on in this world. He looked at the powerful natural demigod Cenarius. His ice blue eyes

A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

"He once did something that made me feel disgusting. He changed the fate of a poor person and made that poor person embark on a bullshit path full of self-destruction, just because of his words...

Although I know that there is another nasty person involved behind this matter, it does not mean that Cenarius is innocent."

"This young demigod has no idea what the consequences of his words... I hate this kind of guy who can't control his mouth and likes to chatter endlessly, so I want to give him a... "lesson"

.”

As he spoke, Tyrion raised his finger. At this moment, the peaceful world of death became violently violent, as if some heavy power had been aroused. Tyrion stood up from the chair, with his fingers wrapped around

A black light seemed to swallow up all light.

He took a deep breath, turned back and smiled at Alleria:

"I call this trick..."

"Death...one finger!"

"Buzz"

"Oh~ look at our lovely Cenarius, his Death Star is beginning to shine. I hope Elune, don't blame me for this..."


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