During the day, it was the time when the night elves were resting, and the Ashen Valley was quiet at this moment.
At the same time, in Darnassus, Cenarius held a grand banquet to welcome Eitrigg's arrival.
"Etrigg, this is our specialty in Darnassus, the fruit of the World Tree. In Darnassus, only the top nobles are eligible to enjoy it."
Fruits like watermelons were brought up one by one, fresh and juicy. Cenarius warmly entertained Eitrigg. The nobles of Darnassus were accompanying him, and there were elven girls singing and dancing. It was a joyful and lively scene.
Eitrigg happily split the fruits of the World Tree with his bare hands, ate the delicious pulp, and chatted and laughed with Cenarius. Eitrigg only talked about the friendship between the two tribes and avoided negotiations.
Grom Hellscream knew that sneak attacks were the key and were the Warsong Clan's only chance to win. If the sneak attacks were not effective and the night elves of Ashenvale united, the orcs would definitely be no match.
Hellscream was very greedy. He divided the less than ten thousand Warsong clan into fifty squads and attacked fifty night elf villages respectively, mainly by setting fires.
Hellscream personally led the main force in a sneak attack on Astrana. He believed that after this battle, most of the night elves in Ashenvale would be destroyed. People were in panic. With no leader, they would inevitably fall into chaos.
Then Eitrigg extended an olive branch at the right time and entered into peace talks with the night elves, so that the Warsong clan could gradually encroach on the entire Ashenvale and massacre all the night elves.
Taking advantage of the daylight, Hellscream led the main force through detours and quietly marched in the direction of Ashen Valley, gradually approaching Astrana. There was no defense here except for a few sentries lazily dozing against the wall.
"Charge, kill them all, burn them all, and steal everything here. The insignificant night elves only deserve to be reduced to the orcs' military rations."
The Warsong clan roared, and the soldiers held torches in one hand and axes in the other and rushed towards the unprepared Astrana. They first set fire everywhere, igniting all the houses. The night elves woke up from their sleep and just ran away.
When he left the house, he was brutally massacred by orcs.
Grom Hellscream took the lead in charging, slashing and killing night elves, laughing heartily. Countless night elves fell to the ground. The orcs collected the corpses of night elves and piled them together to skin and remove the flesh.
Ashenvale was attacked, causing heavy casualties. The news was sent to Darnassus. The guards of the Temple of the Moon were shocked when they learned the news. They first entered the Temple of the Moon, but could not find Tyrande.
With no other option, the guards went to the banquet to look for Cenarius.
Cenarius's bodyguard stopped the guard who came to deliver the message and asked arrogantly: "Soldier, Cenarius is entertaining distinguished guests. If you have anything to do, we will talk about it later."
The guard hurriedly said: "Something bad has happened. The orcs attacked Ashenvale, Astrana burned into the sky, and countless tribesmen were massacred. It is so tragic. I must meet Lord Cenarius."
The guard raised his eyebrows and reprimanded: "It's just a few casualties of some tribesmen, insignificant casualties. They have no right to disturb the great and noble Cenarius, so please retreat quickly."
The guard shouted anxiously: "No, our people are being massacred and we need Lord Cenarius' help."
The guard roared domineeringly: "The great Cenarius has dedicated his whole life for the safety of Azeroth, and you bother him for such a trivial matter. Get out of here."
The guard was so anxious that he almost cried. He shook his head helplessly and had no choice but to leave.
Cenarius's guards were wondering, as Ashenvale was some distance away from Darnassus, and the night elves' information was not transmitted very quickly, why did the news arrive so quickly.
The guard couldn't understand the reason, shook his head, and returned to serve Cenarius.
"What happened?" Cenarius heard the movement at the door and asked unhappily.
The guard whispered in Cenarius's ear: "It's nothing serious, it's just that Ashenvale was attacked by orcs, many night elves died, and Astrana was burned."
Cenarius nodded and said indifferently: "I understand. The most important thing now is to form an alliance with the orcs. This is the oracle from the moon god Elune. You can put aside other small things."
An orc sentry was in Eitrigg's ear, whispering about the battle situation from Ashenvale.
Eitrigg nodded with satisfaction, showing a look of compassion: "Azeroth is full of evil. We orcs have dedicated everything we have. Come and drink to the peace of Azeroth."
The Warsong clan won a great victory, and all the night elves in Astrana were massacred. Grom Hellscream raised his head to the sky and roared happily:
"The weak night elves are even more vulnerable than the draenei. Azeroth will soon be mine. All races, including Thrall, must die."
Just when Hellscream was elated, the surrounding scene changed. Everything around him lost color, and soon turned into black and white, with grayish tones like smoke, and finally everything disappeared.
Grom Hellscream was in ecstasy and was dumbfounded. He found that his team was in a forest clearing, and the so-called night elves he killed were all big rocks.
In the dense forest, the gloomy-looking night elves surrounded the Warsong clan.
Everything just now was an illusion, it was the magic that orcs hated the most.
Alena Yaoxing raised her hand and said coldly: "Fire the arrow."
Countless arrows fell from the sky, and the main force of the Warsong clan, three thousand orcs, were shot into a sieve.
Only Grom Hellscream survived. He threw away the frightening Blood Roar as quickly as possible, crawled on the ground, and humbly surrendered to the night elves.
In this battle, most of the Warsong clan was destroyed. All the orcs who attacked the night elf villages were ambushed, and more than three thousand orcs became prisoners of the night elves.
Darnassus was still full of laughter and laughter. Eitrigg counted the time and estimated that Hellscream's sneak attack had succeeded, so he proposed an alliance between the orcs and the night elves.
"Grom Hellscream fought for the peace of Azeroth. He is a great hero. The Warsong clan has dedicated everything to Azeroth and deserves to have its own land. Ashenvale is a short distance from Ogre.
Mar is very close, so for the sake of peace between the orcs and night elves, we gave this land to the Warsong clan. This is the prerequisite for the alliance between the two clans."
Cenarius just wanted to complete the oracle given by the moon god, and acted calmly: "It doesn't matter, as long as the orcs and night elves form an alliance, everything will be easy to talk about. You can hand over to Tyrande. For the sake of Azeroth, it's just a matter of time."
Ashvale can be given to the orcs."
"No need!" Eitrigg smiled widely: "Grom Hellscream has already captured Ashenvale. Although it is inevitable to accidentally injure some night elves, for the sake of Azeroth, this is a worthy sacrifice."
Cenarius disagreed and chuckled: "This is very good. The cooperation between the night elves and the orcs will definitely win the joy of the moon god Elune, and Azeroth will usher in a new era."
The banquet quickly reached its climax. Cenarius and Eitrigg mingled with each other and toasted for future cooperation. As the sun set and Eitrigg became drunk, the true battle report of Ashenvale reached Darnassus.