Recently, Sal's temper has been very bad, he is particularly irritable.
Before the throne was even warm, Arthas drove him out of Lordaeron and had to escape through the dirty sewers. Tens of thousands of brave orc warriors died in Lordaeron.
It can be imagined that Thrall was in a bad mood. The angry Thrall wanted to kill people. As Lordaeron headed north, following the direction of the orcs' escape, the wooden piles beside the road were covered with orc corpses.
Just because of a little trivial matter, or even looking at Thrall, they would get angry at him. Groups of orcs were executed by Thrall and died on the way to escape.
Under Thrall's bloody and cruel suppression, all opposition voices within the orcs were quickly suppressed.
Thrall's power was once again firmly established as the negative effects of Lordaeron's defeat quickly dissipated.
Practice has proven that brave orcs are also cowards.
In the face of the cruel and ruthless Thrall, even the bravest orc warriors chose silence and forgetfulness.
Sylvanas has been following the orcs' team, never leaving Thrall's side. She watched Thrall's actions with cold eyes, while sighing at Thrall's superb skills, while also making plans for the future of the high elves.
The Scourge of the Undead is sweeping across everything and is unstoppable. The orcs are about to fail, and Sylvanas's attitude is getting worse and worse. Quel'Thalas is not optimistic about the orcs, and the Elf King Anasterian has already planned to join forces with the Scourge of the Undead.
They flanked the orcs and secretly notified Sylvanas to prepare in advance.
The Elf King's only concern is one, the guardian Medivh.
The high elves must exercise restraint until they receive accurate information from Medivh.
Sylvanas had her own concerns, and she had not forgotten Prince Arthas' hateful gaze.
There are no permanent friends and no permanent enemies.
I hope Arthas can understand the general situation and focus on the overall situation, and that the high elves and the undead scourge can work closely together.
Thrall was aware of Sylvanas's attitude and even heard some unfavorable news.
But there was nothing he could do.
At this most desperate moment, a black crow appeared in front of the orc team, and Medivh finally appeared.
After the volcanic eruption in Dragonblight stopped, Medivh woke up in the cold stone mountain.
After the spell-stealing dragons calmed down, they all returned to his body. Medivh, who had recovered his mana, found himself alone. Part of his memory had disappeared forever. He didn't even know why he was here.
There was a voice in his ears, constantly echoing in his mind:
"Arthas gets Frostmourne."
"The existence of Arthas threatens the status of the Guardians. Medivh, you must fight."
"Being an enemy of our guardians will lead to destruction."
Medivh was not surprised to lose his memory.
Standing at Medivh's height, he has been able to objectively examine life from a detached perspective.
He knows that people need to forget many memories in their lives. Most of them are chosen by the brain to forget, but there are also some that the world forces you to forget and there is no choice.
In fact, it is difficult for people to understand themselves correctly. If a person can retrieve all his forgotten memories, he will definitely find that this person is a stranger and definitely not the person he knows.
Medivh returned to Karazhan and searched for information in the library, but unfortunately there was no record of Frostmourne.
Afterwards, he came to Lordaeron, Thrall's coronation ceremony, and witnessed the power of Arthas with his own eyes.
Medivh is telling himself that he must be patient and face unprecedented challenges.
No one dares to challenge the authority of the Guardian. If there is, then use the power of all living things in Azeroth to destroy it. This is the great wisdom of the Guardian. What will happen to the once invincible Deathwing?
In the orc camp, Medivh felt the low morale of the orcs, not only because of the strength of the Scourge, but also because of Thrall's bloody cruelty, which gave the orcs a sense of doom and gloom.
Medivh met Thrall, and he cheered up the violent orc.
"All kings must experience setbacks and suffer the test of failure. Don't be discouraged by trivial hardships. Your journey has just begun. The orcs will save Azeroth. You must cheer up, savior Thrall."
"Lord Guardian, I have finally waited for you." Thrall said with tears in his eyes.
"Arthas is too vicious. He actually dares to kill our friendly orcs. We orcs need to be treated fairly. We are a peace-loving race and are willing to join hands with all races in Azeroth to defend the world and protect peace."
At the coronation ceremony a few days ago, Thrall cruelly forced all the tribes in the Eastern Kingdom to hand over some of their people. In order to feed the orcs, Thrall changed his face so quickly that Sylvanas felt a little uncomfortable.
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"Don't worry, Thrall, Arthas must pay the price for his crimes. He has been shrouded in darkness, slipped into the abyss of corruption, and stood on the opposite side of the world." Medivh raised his voice and announced to the many orcs.
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"Arthas went against the grain. He killed his father, King Terenas, with his own hands. He brutally killed his teacher, Uther. His undead plague destroyed Lordaeron and harmed the people of Lordaeron. His
The crime is unforgivable. The orcs uphold the belief in justice and must fight Arthas to the end for the sake of Azeroth."
Thrall took out a thigh bone and took a big bite of the meat on it. This was exactly what Uther had and one of Thrall's favorite delicacies. Upon hearing the Guardian's declaration, Thrall quickly echoed: "Lord Guardian
You are absolutely right, we orcs are a peace-loving race, and we must fight against the evil Arthas to the end for the sake of Azeroth."
The orcs were used to Chief Thrall and Guardian Medivh talking nonsense and confusing right and wrong, and enthusiastic cheers erupted from the scene.
"For Azeroth."
Countless orcs burst into tears, leaving tears of excitement.
What a bunch of drama queens!
Sylvanas was completely convinced and shouted:
"For Azeroth."
In the days to come, even if she became the warchief of the Horde, Sylvanas would feel waves of nausea and discomfort every time she shouted "For Azeroth", and she would have the desire to vomit.
Next, Medivh comforted Sylvanas.
"Windrunner Sylvanas and Quel'Thalas have powerful magic protection. Arthas is a reckless man. He does not have the wisdom to break the magic shield. Just in case, I am willing to provide some help and strengthen the magic.
Defense to ensure nothing goes wrong. In this world, no one can match the magic power of the guardian."
Sylvanas was overjoyed. This way, the Scourge of the Undead would not be able to conquer Quel'Thalas.
"Thank you Lord Guardian for your generosity. You will always be the Quel'dorei's friend."
Medivh smiled lightly, and suddenly remembered something:
"Speaking of friends, I think of some friends who are comparable in strength to me. They are all magic and elemental creatures. When I was roaming in the void, they gave me a lot of help. I will build a huge one in Silver Moon City.
Teleportation circle, when these old friends of mine come to Silver Moon City, it will be the end of the undead natural disaster."
Medivh narrowed his eyes slightly, showing a confident expression:
"I have seen Quel'Thalas and Silvermoon City, which is the burial place of Arthas. I have seen Frostmourne broken and the Scourge of the Undead destroyed." (To be continued)