The trees are flying by the face, and the sunlight casts mottled light and shadow through the treetops, giving people a psychedelic feeling.
"Grom! Grom! Don't sleep!" Thrall rode a fully-armed sitting wolf, holding Grom, a rare orc warrior, with his strong arms, and walked through with more than a thousand wolf riders.
In the woods of Ashenvale.
"Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!" Hoo Dad breathed heavily, but he was not as delirious as he had been in history. He almost even attacked Sal: "Sal... Sal?"
"It's me! It's me" Sal responded quickly.
"Phew, I...can't die for a while."
Is it just a matter of not being able to die?
Sal looked at Ho Daddy and felt heartbroken.
How long has it been?
After not seeing each other for two or three months, this orc hero in his prime had turned into this. Not only his hair, but also his beard had turned a lot of pale.
Just looking at his appearance after aging rapidly, not even Thrall's father Durotan looked like this.
My ancestors! They are of the same generation!
"Warchief, Long Ears is not chasing you." Varok Saurfang, who was not far away, shouted loudly.
Thrall clamped his legs between the wolf's belly and raised his left fist high: "Varok, let everyone stop and take a break."
Orc wargs are inherently mounts known for their endurance.
The wargs of the Frostwolf clan have the largest average size among the orc clans.
These giant beasts, which are generally more than three meters long and 1.8 meters tall, can run all day and night at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour without sleeping, eating or drinking. When attacking, the instantaneous explosive force can reach 70 kilometers per hour, which is almost impossible.
The so-called weakness!
But no matter how much the warg could run, it couldn't carry it for long. After all, it was carrying two fully armed orcs with a full set of armor, and the total load was more than one and a half tons.
As soon as the large army stopped, Varok consciously asked his men to disperse and arrange sentries.
Thrall helped Grom sit down next to a tree, handed over the animal skin water bag, and asked with concern: "Is it... the blood of demons? How did that thing appear? It is not in 'our world'
Is it just there?”
Grom gasped for air and took a big gulp. It took him a while to regain consciousness. His red eyes began to become clear and the whites of his eyes gradually became visible.
"No, I don't know. My people and I came to this area to start logging. It didn't take long for those long ears with purple skin to appear. I don't know what they said, and they started to attack us. We couldn't beat those long ears..."
When Ho Daddy said this, Sal already had a clear understanding.
In this life, as one of the few orcs who had lived in the human world, Thrall often heard all kinds of boasts in human taverns. He was also fortunate enough to see the archery skills of McDonald's elf rangers.
Silently, he let the sharp arrow pass through the gaps between more than a dozen trees. One arrow hit the vital point and instantly killed the beast a hundred meters away.
In the forest battle, the elf ranger has no solution to the orcs.
This is why after Thrall met the Darkspear trolls, he did not hesitate to promise equal rights, but also pulled the trolls from Vol'jin to form a tribe.
Just like when the orcs invaded Quel'Thalas, only trolls who were good at jungle warfare could eliminate the advantages of the elven rangers.
You know, not every forest can be solved with fire attack.
Now that there was a fight, how could Thrall not know that Ho Daddy had provoked an elf of another race?
"Keep talking."
"My people and I ran away desperately, and then for some reason, we saw green blood flowing in a spring, with a familiar smell on it. No, the smell here is stronger."
The corner of Sal's eye twitched suddenly.
He has witnessed many times the horrific appearance of fellow orcs who, after drinking demon blood, lose their strength and go mad from time to time.
This also includes Thrall himself. Unfortunately, he is one of the young children who received Gul'dan's "blessing".
It's just that his symptoms were very mild, and as he grew older, his symptoms have long since disappeared.
Demon's blood is not a commodity on the street. How can it appear in the forest casually? Thrall has grown so old that he drank it once in Northrend, and he has never seen the trace of demon's blood again.
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But the demon's blood suddenly appeared, coupled with the sudden arrival of the Scourge, and the Dread Lord Thrall had glimpsed from afar in Lordaeron, he immediately concluded that this was no longer a conspiracy, but a conspiracy!
Thrall shouted to the surroundings: "Rest for half an hour, and then we leave this forest quickly!"
"Okay, Warchief."
The soldiers responded enthusiastically.
They paid a lot of money, but rescuing the Warsong Orcs was a fulfillment of their original promise not to abandon their compatriots. Although the Orc warriors were tired, they all had smiles on their faces.
However, at this moment, a sudden change occurred.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
In a valley at the corner ahead, a series of continuous vibrations were soon heard as a few birds flew in fright.
This sound reminded Thrall immediately of the mountain giant. Only very large creatures could have such heavy footsteps.
"Boom!" Towering trees fell one after another in the direction of the orc army.
"Warchief, there's a big guy!" Varok and his men quickly moved towards Thrall.
Thrall nodded and tightened his grip on the warhammer in his hand.
Unexpectedly, Grom, who was weak just now, stood up.
"Grom, just..."
"That's enough! Thrall! A true orc warrior will die on the battlefield, not on a dirty bed of animal skins."
It was obvious that more than two months of continuous fighting had exhausted Grom's life. You didn't even need to observe his appearance to feel the weakness that radiated from his soul.
But he stood up, majestic and domineering, just like the man who led thousands of people and boldly went to war that day.
Without Thrall's order, his bodyguard silently punched his chest and made way for Grom to stand on Thrall's right side. This is the greatest respect that warriors have for a hero.
That scary creature is getting closer!
When the last row of people in the small clearing in front of Thrall, blocking their view, made a mournful creaking sound and fell tragically, they finally got a glimpse of the true appearance of the monster in front of them.
That's a huge demonic creature!
The five or six-story-tall body is about half as tall as the mountain giant.
The mountain giant is vertically tall, but it is horizontally tall.
It has a dragon-like template, a fat lizard-shaped lower body covered with uneven cuticles and hard scales, four thick legs with black hooks more than two meters long as nails; its upper body has a roly-poly shape, and a body behind it
A pair of short bat wings, a pair of thick demonic hands holding a rather exaggerated double-headed giant sword.
A 40-meter long sword (knife), the blade is five meters wide. Just looking at the size, you feel as if the door of death can hit your face in the next second.
Under the powerful visual impact, nearly two thousand orcs were speechless at all, and even the wargs clamped their tails tightly.
"Hehehe! Orcs! My little slave, where do you want to go?"
The visitor is naturally the Lord of the Abyss, Mannoroth.
Just when the atmosphere of terror was about to seize the fate of the orcs, a loud voice burst out.
