High elves are beautiful, elegant, and have almost immortal lifespans. They are an almost perfect race.
It's a pity that they have always suffered from addiction.
Because of their addiction to magic, high elves must exercise restraint on magic. Although they possess powerful magical talents, they have to stay away from magic. This is so helpless and painful.
Now, a descendant of high elves who is not affected by magic addiction appears in front of us.
The Elf King showed a look of ecstasy. Compared to the destruction of Silver Moon City and the tragedy of his own death, none of this was important. He only had eyes for this little girl, the hope of the Elf clan.
Medivh was also stunned. He stared at the little girl's delicate face with a look of greed.
A perfect race with no addiction to magic, unlimited use of magic, exquisite appearance, strong body, and immortality.
Isn't this exactly what you need?
Thrall also noticed the little girl. As smart as Thrall was, he would certainly not let the enemy's descendants grow.
If left alone, Medivh would probably take the little girl away.
What will happen next? Take him as a disciple and teach him magic, or wait until the little girl grows up and do something to reproduce his descendants? Medivh has long wanted to create a perfect race, which will inevitably threaten the status of the orcs.
Who knows what will happen in the future? Maybe the orcs will be abandoned by Medivh because of this little girl.
Thrall couldn't take risks and the future was uncertain. He would rather be punished by Medivh. Thrall was very sure that Medivh would not kill him.
He threw aside the bloody Elf King, stretched out his evil hands towards the little girl, and wanted to strangle her.
"Get away, you damn beast." Medivh used magic to bounce Thrall away.
It is not easy to kill people under the protection of the guardian. Thrall was thrown away and fell heavily to the ground. He immediately gave orders to Hellscream. Hellscream, the old dog, did not disappoint him.
Grom Hellscream took a deep breath. He held the battle ax tightly with both hands. After a short run, he jumped high into the air. With the sound of howling wind, the battle ax struck the little girl fiercely.
To hell with all the orc glory, he only has eyes for this little girl.
"Go to hell."
Medivh became angry. He was not so polite to Hellscream. The powerful magic hit Hellscream's body, shattering his armor, leaving wounds all over his body, and almost chopped the old orc into pieces.
But it's not over yet.
King Saurfang holds the battle ax tightly, hiding in the shadows, he is ready.
He didn't care about Medivh. As a reformed warrior of the Burning Legion, Medivh didn't dare to do anything to him. The most he could do was punish him. He knew what was most important at the moment.
Hellscream's move was to anger Medivh, but it was actually just a cover. The real killer was the orcs' symbol of glory, King Saurfang, the King of Sneak Attacks.
His footsteps were like a hunting fox, silent, leaving only a faint shadow on the ground.
A sharp battle ax suddenly appeared.
Medivh could not hide this level of sneak attack. He snorted coldly, and a brilliant light entangled Saurfang like a poisonous snake. At the same time, a powerful magic shield enveloped the little girl, protecting her tightly.
Medivh was bound to win, this little girl was his.
Saurfang opened his mouth and spit out a white light, stabbing the little girl like a sharp sword.
"It's over!"
Medivh's heart skipped a beat. His magic shield was very powerful and could block magic damage and was not afraid of physical attacks. However, Saurfang spat out sonic damage.
The roars and war cries of the orcs have always been powerful weapons. In addition to boosting morale, they can also intimidate opponents. King Saurfang can converge the war cries into a straight line, so that the intimidation force is more concentrated. This is his secret weapon.
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For ordinary warriors, sound waves will only cause temporary confusion.
Unfortunately, for a young girl, it can be expected that her internal organs will be seriously injured and her orifices will bleed to death.
"No!"
The Elf King didn't know where he got the strength. He held up half of his body and tried to stop the little girl, but unfortunately he failed in the end.
A human stood in front of the little girl. Although he was not as tall as an orc, he seemed like an insurmountable mountain.
The sonic damage was insignificant to Robbie, and he punched King Saurfang.
This insidious orc flew backwards far away and fell heavily into the garbage pile on the roadside.
"You are, Robbie Capor." Medivh lost the memory of fighting Robbie, but his intuition told him that this was a dangerous enemy. Medivh believed in his own consciousness, and he immediately used the flash technique and escaped.
Upon seeing this, Thrall quickly fled with Hellscream, who was seriously injured. Not far away, a large group of orcs roared towards him.
Seeing that the little girl was fine, the Elf King showed a happy smile and said to Robbie tremblingly:
"The future of the high elves all depends on you. I have done a lot of stupid things, but please."
"On my honor," Robbie replied.
The Elf King finally closed his eyes, his expression extremely calm.
Tens of thousands of orcs rushed into the elven settlement of Silvermoon City, and a disaster enveloped Silvermoon City.
Kael'thas knelt on the ground, like a clay figure, and he finally experienced what great sorrow was without tears. Kel'Thuzad completed the calculation, and the trebuchets of the Scourge were launched at full force.
But, it seems it's too late.
Sylvanas leaned against the doorframe, gasping for air. Her addiction to magic made her so weak that she couldn't even pick up a bow and arrow. The former ranger general was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
"Look, who is this? The once arrogant and arrogant Ranger General has become so miserable." Thrall looked at Windrunner with a smile, and King Saurfang behind him had already surrounded him.
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"We are allies." Sylvanas said loudly.
"The so-called allies are just enemies who have joined forces temporarily. All allies who have formed an alliance with us orcs, without any exception, have become our military rations, and their races have disappeared into history. Why are we orcs always so lucky?
, because you are all a bunch of idiots. You know, Sylvanas, from the first time I saw you, I fell in love with you, and I really want to eat you."
This can be regarded as the most chilling "confession" that Sylvanas has ever heard. She will never misunderstand Thrall's thoughts about her male-female relationship, nor will she misunderstand the meaning of "eat".
The voice of Tichondrius came from behind. The cunning Dread Lord has been hiding in Silvermoon City with deceit and illusion.
"Eat her quickly, I don't have time to taste her delicious soul."
In a moment of despair, Sylvanas thought of her sisters.
Alleria and Vereesa are all fighting the orcs and protecting Azeroth, but they are the only ones...
"What have I done? Why should I associate with the orcs?" Sylvanas felt deeply ashamed.
As the sharp battle ax approached, fear was deeply buried in her heart.
The fatal ax blade cut open her body, and she heard a familiar voice again:
"That was a disgraceful blow, I'm sorry, Sylvanas."
The orc's damn glory, her soul fell into the abyss, and she was unable to stop the evil enemy.
Maybe it would be good to surrender to them, Sylvanas didn't know why she had such an idea.
Sylvanas coughed up blood and fell to the ground. Fear and despair enveloped her heart. She realized that she was not that brave. Why did she choose the orcs in the first place? It turned out to be because of the weakness and fear in her heart.