"Impossible, the great Grom Hellscream is the moral model of the orcs. The orcs are kind and kind, how can they harm others?"
Even though she saw it with her own eyes, the girl still didn't believe it.
Hellscream shook the Blood Roar in his hand: "Look what this is?"
"Gorehowl, no one can take Gorehowl away from Hellscream." The girl widened her eyes and smiled reluctantly: "This must be a joke, right?"
"We orcs never joke."
Hellscream grabbed a young human and bit his neck off, tearing apart his flesh and blood.
The sharp fangs tore the young man into pieces, dripping with blood, and it was too horrible to see.
The sweet-looking girl was so frightened that she fainted, and Hellscream crushed her calf with his foot.
The girl was in pain, woke up from a coma, and screamed loudly:
"No, no, this isn't true. It must be a nightmare. I don't believe it."
"Stupid humans, you are only worthy of being food for the orcs." Hellscream still wanted to finish, grabbing the girl and preparing to eat her.
Suddenly, I felt a palpitation in my heart, as if a dangerous beast was approaching.
Hellscream hurriedly threw away the human girl, grabbed Gorehowler, and roared:
"Who is it, come out!"
Blackmoore stepped out of the shadows, followed by a large group of tall secret medicine orcs.
Hellscream saw a familiar figure and exclaimed:
"Orgrimmar Doomhammer, I have known for a long time that you have evil intentions. What, do you want to start a war with the Warsong Clan?"
On the ground, the newcomers of Dove of Peace were stunned. They did not expect to meet two great orc heroes at the same time on the Road of Time.
Hellscream suddenly discovered that Orgrimmar's figure had become much taller than before, a head taller than him, and his eyes were wrong.
"Orgrimmar, what's wrong with you? Have you become a slave to this human being?"
"Lies!" a new member of the Dove of Peace raged: "It is impossible for the great Orgrimmar to become a slave to lowly humans."
Blackmoore didn't want to explain, shrugged and said with a smile: "Hellscream, I disturbed your eating, please continue, I can wait."
Hellscream looked at the new members of the Dove of Peace on the ground: "You don't want to save them?"
Blackmoore shook his head: "It is too difficult to change a person's mind. Even if you eat them all, they will still think that orcs are kind and kind."
Hellscream grinned: "Not only do I want to eat them, I also want to eat you."
Blackmore sighed regretfully:
"I finally understand why you are more famous, but Orgrimmar is the warchief, because you can't see the situation clearly."
The man in black robes on the side snapped his fingers, as if an invisible door opened, and the heads of the orcs poured down and piled up into a hill.
Hellscream recognized those faces. Two thousand members of the Warsong clan were slaughtered, and he was stunned.
"Devil, this human is a demon, he actually killed the benevolent and kind-hearted orcs!"
"Holy Light, please send down your endless fury and burn all the humans in front of you!"
The newcomers of Dove of Peace shouted loudly, completely forgetting their own situation.
Hellscream's face turned red, his breathing gradually became heavier, and his eyes showed a crazy look.
The newcomers of Dove of Peace remained silent, each with their eyes widened and expressions of enthusiasm.
The legendary warlord Grom Hellscream, it is said that he destroyed the city of Lordaeron with a single axe, and once fought the Lord of the Void for 300 rounds without losing.
Being able to see Grom Hellscream take action would be worth it even if he died.
Anyone who dares to massacre the Warsong Clan will be torn to pieces by Hellscream.
Wow!
Hellscream threw away Gorehowl, knelt on the ground and kowtowed hard, his head was broken and bleeding, and he begged loudly:
"Spare me, I don't want to die. I am willing to be your dog, just to survive."
"This is impossible!"
The girl whose leg was trampled was clenching her teeth tightly, and blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
"How can the great Grom Hellscream surrender? I don't believe it. I can't accept it."
A young man was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood and died.
The newcomers of Dove of Peace looked at Blackmoore, and one of them said:
"Only the great savior Thrall can make Grom Hellscream kneel down and beg for mercy. Are you Thrall?"
"It's ridiculous. Thrall is kind, kind, and moral. How could he massacre his own people?" Some people disagreed.
Blackmoore ignored the newcomers, and the man in black robes stepped forward and forcefully poured the secret medicine into Hellscream.
Hellscream's body changed, becoming taller and burlier, but the arrogance in his eyes disappeared, leaving only obedience.
The man in black robe pointed at the newcomer Dove of Peace and asked:
"Should these guys be dealt with as usual?"
Blackmoore hesitated for a while, then ordered someone to cut off a large piece of meat from a living Warsong orc and use magic to roast it.
"As long as you eat a piece of orc meat, you will be free. I will take you out of the wilderness." Blackmoore said loudly.
The poison in the bodies of the new members of the Dove of Peace had weakened and they were able to stand up, but when they looked at the orc flesh, no one dared to move.
Blackmoore let out a long sigh:
"I'm not a devil. Let them fend for themselves here. There are a lot of orc corpses outside the valley. There is always a way to survive."
The tombs of the late kings of Lordaeron were all demolished, and enough military pay was obtained, but Fordring did not set out.
Bad news comes every day. Blackmoore is no longer satisfied with killing the orcs in Durnholde Asylum. Not even the asylum in Hillsbrad Foothills has escaped his murderous hands. He also wants to extend his minions to Silverpine.
forest.
"The traitor Blackmoore is getting more and more rampant." King Terenas was so angry that people almost went crazy: "Holy Light, Fordring, why don't you send troops?"
Fording's expression was indifferent and he smiled slightly: "Your Majesty the King, the Silver Hand Paladin is ready to go. As long as I give the order, he can kill Hillsbrad Hills. Killing Blackmoore is like crushing an ant.
As simple as this, this is just his final madness."
Terenas gritted his teeth and asked, "Fording, what do you want?"
Fording looked a little shy: "Your Majesty the King, I am old and have only one wife. I am very dissatisfied with her and hope to find a young and beautiful woman to be my concubine."
Terenas held back his anger and said, "You can choose any noble woman from Lordaeron, even those who are married are no problem."
Fording shook his head: "A few years ago, I met the ranger general Sylvanas of Silvermoon City by chance. As expected, she was as stunning as the legend. After I returned, I thought about it day and night and couldn't sleep at night. If His Majesty the King could find a matchmaker,
If you propose marriage to me and get the beauty back, I will be willing to send troops."
"How dare you threaten me!"
Terenas almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, but the orcs were in danger and there was no need to delay, so he could only endure it:
"Fording, the three Windrunner sisters have always thought very highly of themselves, and Sylvanas is even more arrogant. I'm afraid it won't be possible, so it's better to choose another mate."
Fording said resolutely: "I have already sworn not to marry anyone other than Sylvanas. Your Majesty, as long as you are willing to agree, you will definitely succeed."
Terenas frowned: "How can I convince Sylvanas to marry you?"
Fording had already prepared: "As long as enough betrothal gifts are given, this will happen."
Terenas had a premonition that something was wrong and quickly asked: "What is the betrothal gift you are talking about?"