It's not like Hellscream has never fought against elves. These creatures with disgusting long ears and long eyebrows are very powerful, and their spells are also very powerful. In the jungle, an elf can defeat them.
Five orc warriors.
But the skin of those elves is white, and their strength is not as strong as that of orcs, and their bodies are just stronger than humans. And they are few in number, so they can be easily killed by simply pressing down the army and burning their trees.
them.
However, these purple-skinned elves in front of him were beyond his comprehension.
At first, he thought that these elves were just better than the so-called high elves, but after actually coming into contact with them, he realized that they were not the same thing at all.
It is stronger than orcs and taller than orcs. It can even become invisible at night, and it can also use some strange magic. In a head-on confrontation, it is useless if it is not a catapult, a powerful spear thrower, or a ballista.
The arrows caused effective damage to their bodies, often with just a strange flash of light, and bark-like tissue would appear on their bodies, blocking their attacks!
Even he can't kill these people with one blow!
But it's not just because of their great power, it's also because...
Hellscream touched his chest. He was already about to die. It was Thrall who used the power of the elements, a power that was once abandoned by the orcs, to save his spine and most of his internal organs, but it also greatly reduced his health.
power, and he knew the reason for this.
There is still demon blood flowing in his body, so the elements can accept Thrall, but cannot forgive him.
It's time to retreat.
Because of countless retreats, Hellscream, who has long been no longer limited to glory, issued the order,
"Retreat! The remaining people stay to break up the rear!"
Seeing the night elves rushing out of the woods, Hellscream quickly retreated, while some injured orcs consciously stayed behind, silently resisting the powerful night elves.
Under their cover, Hellscream's troops quickly retreated.
The night elves did not pursue them, because the orcs had already left the forest.
But for Hellraiser, this is really not a good thing.
Seeing the loss of several more warrior groups and their silent expressions, Hellscream couldn't help but become silent as he fled back to the camp.
There were many forests in the area where they landed. Although there were not many plains, he felt that he only needed to cut down all the forests here to build a place suitable for orcs to live.
Then, they encountered the elves and found traces of the elves living here, so he killed these elves without ceremony.
Because he knew very well that no one would want to give up their home.
But the elves here are really awesome.
Touching his chest, Hellscream wanted to rely on the power of the elements, because Thrall once said that as long as he truly repented, the elements would forgive him and grant him powerful power.
but……
In the past few days of fighting, they were basically defeated, and the camps they established at the beginning had been destroyed, leaving only two or three camps.
Of course he can wait for Thrall to arrive and discuss it with the elves.
But can the orcs afford to wait? Will the elves really give these orcs, whose lives are in ruins, a place to live?
Just like the human world.
Although humans are not as powerful as those elves, once the tribe appears in that place again, the entire human world will quickly gather together to attack them.
The hatred between humans and orcs has reached the point where they cannot coexist.
Although there are no humans in this new continent, there are also those purple elves, and these elves are also very powerful. Although most of the warriors are women, Hellscream feels that their population should not be very large, but they are still a powerful one.
of enemies.
He looked at his subordinates and saw that one of his subordinates was making new leather from the violet skin peeled off during the previous investigation, and he couldn't help but sigh.
When they first drank the blood of demons, they often used draenei bones and skin to make weapons, armor, decorations and even daily necessities, because this was glory.
A part of a powerful enemy entering your body can make you stronger. The skin and bones of a powerful enemy will rot if left there. It is better to become a powerful part of yourself. Their resentment can also make these weapons and equipment become stronger.
Be stronger.
Even at that time, because of Gul'dan, the entire orc society even encouraged treating draenei in this way, exchanging draenei's lives for evil energy, and using draenei's bones, especially skulls, to build a several-kilometer-long tunnel.
The road called the Path of Glory, and when the environment of Draenor was completely destroyed by evil energy, leading to a shortage of food, and even the wargs they regarded as family members were killed for meat, those Draenei...
Although I don't like it, when there is nothing to eat, when I am so hungry that I lose my mind, I will naturally not care about what I eat or drink.
Moreover, because of the lack of female orcs, other things often happen. This behavior has not changed even in Azeroth.
As for the subsequent alliance with those trolls, those more savage guys got together with some guys who were addicted to the happiness brought by evil energy and cruel behavior, and naturally they became more evil and unforgivable.
And among these people.
There is oneself.
Although he did not do those despicable things, he felt that it was natural at that time and even acquiesced in allowing his tribesmen to do them.
Because if they don't kill all the humans and elves, how can the orcs live in that world? Humans themselves fight so fiercely over territory, will they allow a race with a similar number to appear in their world?
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Forgive me, because in the original traditional orc society, Ner'zhul has begun to advocate the discontinuation of such behavior.
Although Ner'zhul is a bastard, before the demon came, he was indeed the spiritual guide of all orcs.
But under Gul'dan's rule, they became enthusiastic about these things again.
Hellscream, who recalled these things again, sighed again.
Because he couldn't think of any other way to get the land other than axes and wars. Even looking back now, he didn't hate the humans who imprisoned them because they lost. What he hated was the sudden departure with the caster troops and a large number of elites.
Gul'dan, because it was because of him that they lost the war. If it weren't for his words, they would have killed all the humans long ago!
Although he admired Thrall and knew that Thrall's path was correct for the current orcs, he, Hellscream, couldn't change it.
He has used the ax in his hand to exchange land and resources for his people all his life, and now it is obvious that the time has come again.
Feeling his weakening power and the answer in his heart, Hellscream knew what he had to do, and did something that would not be forgiven by Thrall or others, but what he had to do.
Although Thrall can become a qualified and gentle leader, which is necessary and the most correct path for the orcs, he...
He doesn't deserve it anymore.
Moreover, if you want to talk to others gently, the prerequisite is that you have fangs and have demonstrated the sharpness of these fangs.
Holding the Blood Roar in his hand, Hellscream sensed some kind of call and silently walked out of his tent. Of course he knew what kind of ending he was heading towards.
But he had to do that. He had to let the elves know how powerful the orcs were, how terrible things they were willing to do in order to survive, and how they could not be stopped. Only by allowing the orcs to survive on this land could they
He won't face more orcs like him.
This was the only thing he had to teach Thrall.
That is, the living space is always made of blood! A race can be gentle and polite, but its warriors must be absolutely bloodthirsty and brutal, and cannot even be called human beings!
The person who goes out to fight should definitely be a villain leading a beast!
This is the only thing he has understood and learned in his life! The only verified truth!
As he thought about this, the humming voice in his mind became clearer and clearer.
"Yes, Hellscream, you are right... Come on, you know where I am, and you know that I can give you what you want."
Grommash knew this voice very well, because it was this man's blood that caused the orcs to sink into hell, but now, he must obtain that power.
Even if he turns into a beast again.
"I am indeed not qualified to be redeemed..."
He laughed to himself, walked under the sun, looked at the few elven civilians and fishermen imprisoned in the cage, and pulled his quartermaster over.
"How much food do we have left?"
He was well aware of the food reserves, but he had to get others to fall in line.
Should you choose to become a beast that displays force and madness, fight to the death and die as a sinner, or choose the right path and become an upright orc full of glory.
"There's not much left. The supplies we collected before were all destroyed by those long-eared ones."
The quartermaster was a little frustrated, and the orcs in the camp also looked over, watching Hellscream silently.
"The enemy is very powerful, but when did we orcs admit defeat? I will go find the powerful power we lost later. You must give us enough meat!"
He grabbed his quartermaster and spoke word by word.
"No matter what method you use! When I set out, there must be enough meat on the table for me and the soldiers who follow me!"
After he finished speaking, he slammed the quartermaster in front of the cages of the elven prisoners.
The quartermaster's eyes widened. He immediately guessed what Grommash wanted to do and shouted loudly.
"You're crazy! Grommash! It took a lot of effort for us to—"
But before he could finish his words, Gorehowl hit him hard on the side of the head, causing his words to stop abruptly. Hellscream also lowered his head and looked at his quartermaster with a ferocious expression. This
My own loyal friend.
"Do I know what I'm doing, Tanorn, or do you think those elves will obediently give up their territory?"
The quartermaster cannot accept such a thing. If they just want meat, they can fish and hunt. There is no need to do this! What is the difference between doing this and them before?
And what Hellscream wants to do is to take the orcs into the abyss again!
"I can't accept it, Hellscream! We can join forces with Thrall and show our power!"
However, before he could finish his words, he was picked up by Hellscream again and violently thrown out.
"Then get lost with that coward Thrall! I won't go looking for him again! I can't stand my weakness any longer! I know you don't want to either! Come on! My warriors
! Those who are willing to follow me to pursue real power, defeat those elves, and make them fear us forever, come with me. The rest, go to the side of that coward Thrall! I have broken up with him!"
After Hell Roar finished speaking, the orcs looked at each other, and then an old orc raised his hand.
He reluctantly took off the necklace that represented the clan's glory and threw it on the fallen quartermaster. He was reluctant to let his former clan be insulted again because of him, and then roared loudly.
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More and more orcs took off their emblems and representatives and threw them on those orcs who did not raise their hands, making those orcs look at them with complicated eyes.
There was no contempt, no one thought each other was a coward, they just felt...
Sadness and helplessness.
"I'll let Thrall stop you!"
The quartermaster climbed up tremblingly. He looked at Hellscream and roared angrily, but immediately took away the orcs who were unwilling to go with him, because if they didn't leave, Hellscream would really kill people.
And the only person who can stop Hellscream is Thrall.
However, when they left quickly, he heard the shrill and frightened screams of the elves. He couldn't bear to close his eyes and left quickly.
He must be quick, otherwise...
There will be more of this happening!
But what he didn't know was that two hours later, Hellscream led people to a behemoth and read out the name of this nightmare.
"Manoroth."
Looking at the demon who had been waiting for him for a long time, Hellscream took a deep breath.
"Say your terms."
Mannoros looked at his favorite toy. Of course he knew what the other party had done. This was exactly what he hoped. Otherwise, he would not have secretly guided them and let Hellscream directly hit the night elf troops.
"It's very simple."
The huge abyss lord pointed to the clear spring in front of him that was contaminated by his own blood.
"Help me kill Cenarius and Malfurion. Don't worry, they are also an obstacle to your orcs' survival on this land."
Hellscream took a deep breath and tightened his grip on his axe.
"not enough."
He looked at Maronos in front of him with red eyes. He gave up everything and gave up redemption, but his previous strength was not enough.
"I need more power!"
Mannoroth wanted to refuse, but the master behind him spoke.
"Promise him."
So Mannoroth chuckled, cut his blood vessels again, and sprinkled his own blood and essence into the spring water, making the power contained in the spring water even more powerful.
It can even be said that there is no water in it, it is purely his evil energy essence.
Hellscream sensed the powerful power and without hesitation, he quickly came to the spring and took the first sip.
Infinite power quickly expanded out of his body. His body swelled twice in size, the nails on his hands turned into black spikes, and sharp corners appeared uncontrollably on his forehead.
, the two soles of the feet also continued to proliferate, turning into sheep's hooves.
But this was not enough. The person behind Mannoroth stretched out his hand and interfered with Hellscream's evolution. A huge force entered his body, causing a pair of huge bat wings to appear behind Hellscream.
!
"Roar!!!!"
Hell Roar roared out in pain, and the Blood Roar in his hand was shattered as the evil energy entered, but with the help of the huge evil energy, it became a more powerful weapon! Not only did it become bigger, from the cracks,
It also has countless evil spikes, making this ax more powerful and destructive to nature.
Only then did the person behind the scenes realize that the orcs' potential was higher than he thought, and Hellscream's growth exceeded his expectations.
"The potential of the orcs is not low... I really ignored it before."
With a chuckle, the man behind the scenes looked at Mannoroth again.
"Go, Mannoroth, and join the orcs to lure Cenarius and Malfurion out and kill them."
"Yes, my master."
Mannoroth knelt down behind him, but strictly speaking, it was very difficult for him with his size to do this, but he still did it.
