A huge figure appeared in front of Staghelm. Staghelit raised his head and looked up at the tall body of the demigod Cenarius. This newly shaped body was much stronger than it was ten thousand years ago.
Cenarius was Malfurion's master and the founder of the druid. His status was extremely noble. Fandral Staghelm had to bow his head and salute to express his greetings to the great Cenarius.
"Fandral Staghelm, I heard about you." Cenarius's voice was like rolling thunder.
Thinking of his son's tragic death, Staghelm's eyes immediately turned red, and he quickly begged: "Great Cenarius, the orcs betrayed their trust, slaughtered our sentries, and brutally tore my son to pieces. You are the guardian of the night elves.
Sir. Please stand up and lead the night elves to drive out the orcs and let Thrall pay for his blood debt."
Cenarius' eyes were sharp and he glared at Staghelm fiercely: "Fandral Staghelm, don't you still know your sin? Your son offended the great savior and committed an unforgivable crime. His death is deserved."
"What?"
Fandral Staghelm's expression changed with shock, and he pointed at Cenarius tremblingly, unable to believe his ears: "You, what are you talking about?"
"Watch your words and attitude, little Staghelm."
Cenarius was arrogant and arrogant. He raised his front hoof and pointed at the deer helmet and said:
"You are but a little druid, insignificant, and the creator of my druid, I brought the power of nature and life to this world. Your son, the despicable Varstan, he is Azeroth
Thrall, the traitor of Sri Lanka, devoted himself to this world and gave everything. You should be grateful to the savior for his mercy."
Fandral Staghelm turned blue with anger: "Okay, okay, my son is a traitor, but what about the soldiers who were slaughtered by the orcs? Are they also traitors? What about the innocent civilians in the Scarlet Land? What about you?
How to explain?”
Cenarius said arrogantly: "Yes, the orcs are benevolent and will only kill the evil creatures that destroy Azeroth. Your son and the sentries have been corrupted, and they have already fallen into darkness."
Faced with this empty slander, Fandral Staghelm calmed down. He realized that something was wrong. He was confusing right and wrong, and there must be a secret hidden behind it. Staghelm showed a sarcastic smile:
"Cenarius, I hope the orcs won't eat you too soon."
Cenarius suddenly had an idea. Because of the Moon God, he could no longer remember the events in ancient times, but there was a familiar feeling that made him feel scared and fearful from the bottom of his heart.
"I will prove to you, Staghelm, that the orcs are so kind, and that you are but the father of the traitor, a shameful druid."
Cenarius enjoys a very high reputation among the night elves. His appearance is like a shining star that can only make ordinary night elves look up to him. In the society of the night elves, Cenarius' words are second only to the moon god Elune.
oracle.
What's even more terrifying is the night elves' blind worship of Cenarius.
Cenarius quickly revealed the "truth" to everyone. It turned out that Fandral, the son of Staghelm, had already fallen. He had become a minion of the ancient god C'Thun as early as the Battle of Quicksand. He was plotting to destroy Azeroth.
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Valstan learned that Thrall was the great savior, and he wanted to destroy the world and plotted to kill Thrall. Fortunately, the savior was smart and astute and knew Valstan's plot in advance.
After Cenarius' explanation, most night elves chose to believe that the few wise men who could see through the truth knew that they could not fight Cenarius and could only choose to remain silent.
Soon, all the druids who escaped from Rag City, led by Fiona, were imprisoned. Fiona was sent to the Watcher's Crypt to await the coming of the trial.
Under the auspices of Cenarius, the night elves began to help the orcs.
Dalaran, the camp of the Burning Legion.
In the darkness, Grom Hellscream's fragmented consciousness came together, a pair of invisible hands pieced it together, and then bound it tightly with some kind of magic.
Hellscream was like a bystander, watching the memories in his mind. He remembered the evil soul hidden in Thrall's body, and how Thrall tortured him cruelly and completely destroyed his dignity.
In the deepest part of his consciousness, Grom Hellscream let out a silent roar, and at the same time felt panic and fear. Thrall's cruelty and ruthlessness made him feel scared from the bottom of his heart.
Next, he saw everything Garrosh did. These memories came from the conversations of the guards who guarded him. These Thrall's cronies did not shy away from Hellscream. After all, he was a madman.
"It was Garrosh, my son. He defeated Thrall, begged the Burning Legion, and with the treatment of Legion technicians, I was given a new life." Hellscream's heart was touched, and he also felt deeply ashamed.
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After an unknown amount of time, Hellscream slowly opened his eyes, and he saw his young son. Garrosh looked at his father's face with tears in his eyes, crying with joy.
Hellscream's eyes were clear and he had obviously regained his consciousness.
"Idiot, you unfilial son, you have ruined a big thing." Grom Hellscream punched Garrosh.
Garrosh was caught off guard and was immediately knocked to the ground. Grom Hellscream stood up, sat on Garrosh with all his strength, and punched him in the face one after another.
After all, Grom Hellscream is already very old and is not as strong as the young and strong Garrosh. However, Garrosh was suddenly attacked under unexpected circumstances, and Hellscream has rich combat experience. Once he takes the initiative,
, he will never have the chance to fight back.
Garrosh's mind was buzzing and his body was weak. He wanted to know why, but Hellscream wouldn't let him speak.
Doras and Vol'jin were dumbfounded. Doras felt that Hellscream had gone crazy, and was about to order the guards to pull Hellscream away when Vol'jin grabbed Doras's sleeve and shook his head gently.
"You are such a treacherous son. Why did I give birth to such a bastard son like you?" Grom Hellscream punched Garrosh as hard as a punch. He only hit Garrosh to the point of dying and broke countless bones in his body.
Grom Hellscream stood up, kicked Garrosh like a dead dog, and roared:
"What a useless waste. I'll leave you to take a breath and think about what you did wrong!"
Grom Hellscream walked away. He knew very well that there were still many Warsong clans among the orcs who were loyal to him, the old chief. As long as he had the help of these people, he would have the capital to compete with Thrall.
What Sal owed him, he would definitely take it back with his own hands.
Moreover, he holds a secret, and he believes that Archimonde must be interested in this secret, thereby gaining the support of the Burning Legion. Grom Hellscream confidently walked towards the Legion's leader's tent.
Doras found a doctor to treat Garrosh. After a long time, Garrosh woke up leisurely, vomited out a large mouthful of blood, and asked weakly: "Why is this?"
Wo'jin shrugged his shoulders and reminded loudly:
"Don't you understand yet? Garrosh, the battle for the chieftainship has begun."