Being named the Alpha Wolf General by Vanessa, Lalar Yanfang was quite satisfied with the result.
The night elves are notoriously stubborn, and Lyral, like all night elves, is used to being loose, free, and unrestrained, and does not like to be arbitrary and arbitrary.
Malfurion and Tyrande tried to correct this custom and worked hard for ten thousand years, but still had little success.
Although Lelar was once the leader of a pack of wolf druids in ancient times, he did not have absolute authority and had to listen to everyone's opinions in most cases.
Becoming the leader of the Wolf Cult and acting arbitrarily from then on, Lalar refused from the bottom of his heart.
If he was just a wolf general, he would be able to accept it. Vanessa handed him the imitation Luna Scythe. Lilar looked at the pair of longing eyes below, took a deep breath, and felt a heavy responsibility.
Lyal had a close friendship with the Archmage Arugal, who was loyal to King Greymane, and Lyal had no hostility toward Greymane.
His goal is to organize the werewolves scattered in the wilderness to help King Greymane resist the invasion of the Forsaken.
But King Greymane may have the support of the moon god Elune, so Lylar had to treat it cautiously and did not make any big announcements. Everything was done in secret.
Holding an imitation of the Scythe of the Moon, Lylar traveled throughout the Gilneas territory except the capital, gathering crazed werewolves from the wilderness and helping them regain their sanity.
Under Lyal's teachings, the werewolves learned to transform freely between human and werewolf forms.
In order to distinguish themselves from the crazy werewolves, Lelar named the werewolves who worshiped the wolf cult the Bloodfang Werewolves, and ordered them to hibernate in the form of a village and develop quietly in the dark.
Unknowingly, the Wolf Cult has spread throughout the Kingdom of Gilneas, and most werewolves have joined the Wolf Cult, becoming a force that cannot be underestimated.
However, the thick walls of the capital blocked the news, and King Genn Greymane, who was staying in the deep palace, did not know about the existence of the Wolf Cult.
Stormwind City!
Twenty thousand people needed to be sacrificed in blood sacrifices to free the great savior Thrall and warchief Garrosh. This news quickly spread throughout Stormwind City.
Stormwind City was suddenly panicked, and everyone was worried that this bad luck would befall them.
King Varian didn't know what to do, so the sinister Jaina came up with an idea.
After days of turmoil, coupled with the destruction by Thrall and Garrosh, many parts of Stormwind City were damaged, requiring a large amount of repair costs.
King Varian used the excuse to repair Stormwind City and took the opportunity to impose heavy taxes on the people. Anyone who could not pay the taxes would be sent to Stormwind City Prison.
For a time, everyone in Stormwind City was in danger, there were cries everywhere, and the families of the people who couldn't pay were sent to jail, but no one dared to resist.
Not long after, Stormwind City Prison was overcrowded, easily recruiting 20,000 civilians.
On this day, Stormwind City was heavily guarded. The city defense army escorted groups of prisoners to the gate of Stormwind City. There were many old people, women and children among them. The people stood on both sides of the avenue and watched, talking and gloating one after another.
His face was full of numbness.
Jaina personally presided over the blood sacrifice and built an altar in front of the statues of Thrall and Garrosh. After Jaina finished casting the spell, a black hole appeared on the altar, and the sound of howling ghosts and wolves continued to be heard, as if leading to a gloomy hell.
.
Twenty thousand people were forcibly driven into the gloomy gap, and the two statues soon turned blood-stained red. Not long after, a statue cracked and blood flowed all over the ground. Garrosh walked out of the blood, confused.
looking around.
The people watching shouted Garrosh's name loudly, and many people were so excited that their eyes filled with tears, and they cried bitterly:
"Warchief Garrosh, thank you for once again saving Azeroth."
"At the critical moment when Deathwing was about to destroy Stormwind City, it was Warchief Garrosh who stepped forward and launched a desperate fight with Deathwing."
"Warchief Garrosh stands tall and worthy of being a great hero of Azeroth. You are the eternal savior in our hearts."
Garrosh frowned as he recalled, vaguely remembering the experience of fighting the giant Hu'thar, which caused the fission of the earth and the death of countless creatures.
But the details of the battle, especially the profound knowledge and wisdom of those behind the scenes, all disappeared from my mind.
Garrosh glared at Thrall's statue fiercely, knowing that Stormwind City was not safe and should not stay for a long time, so he returned to Orgrimmar accompanied by King Saurfang.
Garrosh did not forget Bloodhoof Cairn. In order to defend his failure in the duel, he immediately summoned the leaders of all tribes to publicly interrogate Cairn Bloodhoof.
Bain Bloodhoof, the new chief of the tauren, Lorkhan, the leader of the Darkspear tribe, Sylvanas, the Dark Queen, and Lor'themar Theron, the regent of Silvermoon City, rushed to Orgrimmar after receiving the order.
There is also an uninvited guest, Medivh's son Med'an.
Garrosh understands the importance of establishing authority.
Although he failed in the one-on-one duel, he must let everyone know the consequences of offending the tribal chief and bury the terror deep in everyone's heart.
The leaders sat down one by one, Garrosh waved his hand, and Nazgrim personally escorted Cairne Bloodhoof.
Everyone was shocked when they saw Kane Bloodhoof's appearance.
Since being captured by General Nazgrin, Cairn Bloodhoof has suffered countless tortures. When he was brought in front of everyone, the former strong tauren chief had only a skeleton left, skinny and skinny, and not a single piece of naked skin was left.
Complete.
Pieces of rancid rotten flesh seemed to be hanging on the bones, and wriggling maggots crawled all over the body. Even Sylvanas felt nauseated after seeing it.
Even so, the tauren chief is still miraculously alive.
General Nazgrin said with a flattering look: "Warchief, I can guarantee that this torture will continue for another year. This old cow will be unable to survive or die."
Garrosh stepped down from the chief's throne and roared loudly at Kane: "Kane Bloodhoof, you traitor and insidious villain, do you know your guilt?"
Kane, who had been tortured, had a mental breakdown and just giggled.
Garrosh saw this and smiled with satisfaction: "Cairne Bloodhoof, this is what you will get for going against the wishes of the warchief. General Nazgrin, you did a very good job."
"Haha, hahaha!"
Clear wild laughter sounded, which was very abrupt in the silent chieftain's tent. Garrosh looked angrily and saw that the person laughing was young Med'an, so he could only remain silent.
Med'an said nonchalantly: "Warchief Garrosh, what's the point of torturing a madman? I have a better way."
Regarding the son of Medivh, Garrosh did not dare to neglect him and asked respectfully: "Arch Mage, may I have any advice?"
The young Med'an was very satisfied with the title of Archmage and replied with a smile:
"The end point of physical torture is death, but the torture of the soul is endless. My suggestion is to remove Kane's bones and make it into an undead chair. The chief will sit on Kane every day and let him live forever.