Just as the only survivor who knew the truth about the massacre in the forest was being chased by demons and frantically fleeing to the south, in the den of Mount Hyjal, a roar full of sorrow echoed throughout the world.
Malfurion Stormrage, the Archdruid of the Cenarion Circle who has always been gentle, seemed to be going crazy at this moment. He stood in front of his den, clenched his fists, and roared crazily towards the sky.
, two lines of tears continued to flow from his bloodshot eyes.
Cenarius is dead... His badly injured soul has just returned to the Emerald Dream. The weak soul seems to have been cut open by a vicious spell, leaving poor Cenarius in a state where he is completely unable to communicate with the outside world.
While in a coma, this tragic situation directly alarmed the administrator of the Emerald Dream, Cenarius's adoptive mother, the powerful Awakener Ysera.
As Cenarius's most proud disciple, Malfurion's relationship with the demigod of nature is also extraordinary. It was Cenarius who devoted his teachings to him that made Malfurion the most powerful disciple.
The great druid, in Malfurion's heart, Cenarius is like his father, and now, his father is dead...
Behind him, after receiving the news, the three great druids who came from Val'sharah as quickly as possible looked at the huge corpse placed in the beast's den silently.
The demons who broke out from the defense line of Felwood have completely occupied the forest dwellings. The druids paid a heavy price to snatch Cenarius's body back from the demons. The body was covered with wounds.
And the most terrible thing is that these great druids who are very experienced in war can see at a glance that Cenarius did not die from the devil's spell or attack. The wounds on his body, as well as the fatal wound that cut off his neck, were all caused by war.
Left behind by the ax.
And on the battlefield where Cenarius died, they also found something else...
"Blood Roar..."
Archdruid Shaun Moonclaw looked at the orc-style battle ax placed next to Cenarius, and an undisguised murderous look flashed in the night elf's eyes.
"This ax belongs to those disgusting orcs, that lunatic war maniac, Grom Hellscream, look at the wounds on Cenarius' body, they were all caused by this axe."
"We should have driven those despicable beasts into the sea in the first place!"
"Calm down! Shaun!"
Another archdruid, Steelclaw, this gentle female elf retorted:
"The orcs are not crazy. Demons have also driven evil orcs to attack us before, trying to provoke a war. This may be another insidious conspiracy of the demons!"
"Conspiracy? There is no conspiracy!"
Shaun Yuezhao said with an ugly expression:
"What did we find where Cenarius died? Tell me, Steel Claw, the corpses of more than 1,000 Warsong orcs... They obviously fought with the dryads. Have there been such large-scale attacks before?
No!"
"The orcs, at least the Warsong orcs, have turned to the devil! And their damn chief is the culprit!"
"Which lunatic would leave such clear identification at the crime scene after committing a tragedy?"
Steel Claw retorted:
"This is obviously a clumsy frame-up. The demons want to provoke a war between us and the orcs, so as to disrupt our thinking and let us allocate our strength to fight against the orcs...Open your eyes and see, Shaun,
This is a conspiracy! We can’t let the devil lead us by the nose like this!”
"Steel Claw is right!"
A hoarse voice intervened in the discussion. The three archdruids turned around and saw the bloodshot Malfurion walking into the beast's den step by step with heavy steps. He stopped at Cenarius.
Beside the cold corpse, he stretched out his hand and helped the natural demigod slowly close his glaring eyes.
The three archdruids had never seen Malfurion like this. Compared with the once peaceful and wise archdruid, the disordered aura surrounding Malfurion in front of them was like a serious illness, but those pairs of
There was a flame shining in his eyes, which made people shudder.
"Malfurion, you..."
Even the most radical archdruid Shaun Moonclaw felt something was wrong with Malfurion, but the latter reached out and grabbed the cold battle axe. He raised his head and looked at the three companions in front of him.
He said softly:
"This may be the devil's plot, so...so I will question those orcs personally, and I will find out the reason..."
As he spoke, Malfurion carried the cold battle ax behind his back and turned to leave the den. Behind him, the Archdruid of the Steel Claw shouted:
"What if it was really done by orcs? Malfurion, what are you going to do?"
Faced with this problem, Nufeng said without looking back:
"Then I will..."
"Bury them!"
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"They're coming! Warchief."
At the junction of Ashenvale and the ruins of Azshara, on the edge of the cliff adjacent to the Wrathwater River, as Thrall called, Warchief Orgrim, who was thinking about other things, raised his head and saw hundreds of horns.
The Eagle Beast Knight and some druids flew over from the northwest of Ashenvale.
"Put your weapons away!"
The Great Prophet Drek'Thar said something to Garrosh and Dranosh beside him. The two young orcs obediently put their weapons behind their backs, and behind the murderous elven hippogryph knights,
After landing, the warchief took a step forward and saw a huge Storm Crow forming the figure of Malfurion Stormrage in the changes of natural light.
This gentle Archdruid was very haggard at this time, and it seemed that what had just happened had put a lot of pressure on him.
"Bang"
Something was thrown at Orgrim's feet. The warchief looked carefully and found that it was a long-handled battle axe. It was very familiar. When he saw the battle axe, Garrosh couldn't help roaring.
With a cry, he wanted to rush towards the indifferent Archdruid, but was stopped by Thrall and Yolin. Dranosh hugged his brother's waist and dragged him back, but the excited Garrosh was like
Like an angry beast, he roared at Malfurion:
"Bastard! Madman! What have you done to my father! Where is he? Where is he?! Tell me, elf, where is my father?"
Garrosh's roar made the warchief's face look bad. Orgrim and Grom have been friends for many years. He is very familiar with Grom's character. There is only one way to take away weapons from him.
possible.
Thinking of this, a trace of anger flashed in Orgrim's eyes. He took a step forward and stared at Malfurion:
"Where's Grom?"
"Shouldn't I be the one to ask you this question? Orcs!"
Malfurion's tone also became very cold:
"As the suspect who killed Cenarius, the demigod of nature, shouldn't I be the one to ask you, where did you orcs hide Grom Hellscream?"
"Hand him over, Orc! All I want is for him to tell me what happened on the battlefield in the Grove..."
"What's the meaning?"
Hearing Malfurion's questioning with hatred and anger, Orgrim was stunned for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the Archdruid:
"Didn't you capture Grom? You mean...he is not in your hands?"
"Um?"
Malfurion's expression became ugly:
"He's not in your hands either?"
"The scouts we sent failed to get close to the battlefield in the forest. The elves, that place is already ruled by demons. It was Grom's son who brought him the news. The Warsong clan was raided by demons in the logging camp of Ashenvale.
, nearly a thousand orcs were unconsciously drunk with demon blood, causing their group to go crazy, and Grom went to deal with this matter."
Warchief Orgrim stared at Malfurion's expression and said:
"Grom is such a person. Although he is brutal and warlike, he will not give up on his people easily. And this is the last news we received about Grom. We thought he fell into your trap.
In my hand, to be honest, I am completely confused about what is happening now, I don’t even know what happened, you just said that Grom killed your demigod?”
"Are you kidding me?"
The great prophet Drek'Thar then said:
"I have personally seen the demigods of Mount Hyjal. With all due respect, Archdruid, you seem to overestimate the combat effectiveness of the orcs. Even Grom in his heyday is no match for Cenarius.
, not to mention...he is already old."
"I never joke about things like this!"
Malfurion glanced at the Great Prophet with black strips over his eyes, and he said softly:
"Cenarius is dead. He was my most respected mentor and the protector of the night elves. His body was covered with scars left by this axe. This ax was found next to Cenarius. How do you explain it?
at this point?"
Behind the archdruid, Mount Hyjal defense general Miara Rige said indifferently:
"We have also seen the situation with the Fel Orcs. It is indeed impossible for Grom to defeat Cenarius, but if he drinks enough Fel Energy...it's hard to say..."
"Shut up! Elf!"
Sal stepped forward angrily and shouted loudly:
"Chief Grom is the last person who is most likely to drink evil energy again. He hates demons deeply... What's more, are you sure what you got is Gorehowl?"
"Um?"
Thrall's question made the archdruid and warchief turn to look at him at the same time. The young orc took a deep breath and turned back to Garrosh and shouted:
"Come here, Garrosh, it's your turn to prove Chief Grom's innocence. Come and see if this ax is the ancestral weapon of your Warsong clan!"
After hearing this, Yolin and Dranosh let go of the excited Garrosh. The young orc looked fiercely at the elves who had slandered his father. He walked to the warchief and handed the cold battle ax
Pick it up and look at it carefully.
Garrosh's fingers touched every corner of this battle axe. The carvings and decorations were almost exactly the same as the battle ax held by his father in his memory. It was as if it was carved from the same mold, but from the appearance, it was impossible to tell.
After discerning the authenticity of this weapon, under the gaze of everyone, the young orc put the weapon to his ear. After a few seconds, a trace of contempt flashed across Garrosh's face.
He threw the battle ax back at Malfurion's feet:
"The appearance is exactly the same, but it is a carefully crafted fake..."
"Oh? Then how do you prove it? Orc!"
Malfurion stared at Garrosh, who let out a sigh of relief:
"Every legendary weapon has its own soul. You should know this, Elf... When Gorehowl is held in the hands of the blood of the Hellscream family, we can clearly feel the energy it brings to our bodies.
The anger grows, and we can hear the roar of thirst for blood, which is why it is called "Blood Roar"..."
"And this weapon has no soul!"
Garrosh clenched his fists. He was finally sure that his father had not fallen into the hands of the elves. He should have suffered some accidents, but he left the battlefield safely. As long as he was still alive, there was still hope...
"That's just your opinion, orc!"
The elf general behind the archdruid said something dissatisfied, but at this moment, neither the archdruid nor the warchief answered her question. On the contrary, the two strongest men present turned their attention to
The cliff outside this forest...The roar of the endless raging river disappeared at some point...
"Something's wrong!"
The war chief subconsciously took off his Doomhammer from behind. He looked around, and a sense of crisis burst out from his heart, making him take a deep breath:
"Something's coming...it's a trap!"
Orgrim turned to stare at Malfurion:
"Elf, have you set a trap for us?"
"Buzz"
The light of transformation shone on Malfurion's body. In the blink of an eye, a huge war bear with antlers on its head and wild emblems on its body appeared in the forest, and Malfurion's roaring sound could be heard.
Come:
"It's not me...I don't need traps to deal with you...it's an enemy, maybe a demon...or something else."
"Prepare for battle!"
Mount Hyjal's defense general Miara Sunge gave an order, and hundreds of elven knights and druids immediately prepared for defense and attack. On the other side of them, the orcs also drew their weapons.
"Send a signal and ask Kilrogg to support us!"
The Great Prophet pulled out two battle axes entangled with the power of the elements from his waist. He said something to Thrall beside him, who immediately took out a communication firework. The Legion of the Bloodring Clan was stationed on the edge of the ruins of Azshara.
, the distance from here is less than 30 kilometers, and it only takes ten minutes to get there.
"Buzz"
The red signal fireworks flew out from Thrall's hand, but the moment it rose into the air, a whistling ice arrow accurately froze the fireworks in the air.
This seemed to be a signal. The next moment, a rustling sound sounded in the surrounding forest, like countless snakes crawling on the ground. The sound made everyone's scalp numb, and there was a splash of river water.
The sound intertwined with the ice is like the large glaciers of the North Sea rising into the sea.
"ah"
A lazy, hoarse woman's voice sounded in everyone's ears at the same time. Just hearing this voice can make people think of how stunningly beautiful the woman with this voice is, and how beautiful and fragrant the country is.
But only Malfurion, when he heard this sound, he couldn't help but scratch the ground under his paws. He recognized this sound and he would never forget it in his life.
"What's wrong? Is my little Malfurion scared?"
That voice was accompanied by a strange figure appearing on the edge of the battlefield, and behind that figure, Naga... Countless Nagas rushed up crazily along the frozen Nushui River and the ice bridge that went straight to the cliff.
On the battlefield, those snake-like creatures looked at the trapped coalition forces of the two races with their cold eyes, their eyes full of beating murderous intent.
"Ten thousand years ago, when you led your allies to break down the door of my palace, your expression was not the same as it is now..."
"Didn't little Tyrande come with you?"
There was a hint of ridicule and contempt in that voice:
"Her moon god told her that it's best not to go out today? Haha, that's really wise... But it doesn't matter, as long as you are in my hands, little Tyrande will always appear. I once praised her for being beautiful.
Do you know? At that time, I didn’t know that underneath that beautiful appearance, there was a heart like a poisonous snake hidden..."
"Who is that! Elf! Do you know her?"
The orcs clenched their weapons tightly. Everyone knew that the guy in front of them had bad intentions. The chief shouted loudly:
"who is she!"
Malfurion did not answer, and the voice sounded again:
"Tell him, my little Malfurion, tell him who I am..."
"You...dare to say my name? Despicable betrayer..."