"Something bad has happened." A Luna guard broke into the hall and shouted loudly: "Ashen Valley, many people have died. It is too tragic. Please ask the great Lord Cenarius to make the decision."
Cenarius thought it was a casualty of the night elves and did not take it seriously. He slowly drank the wine and said in a measured tone: "For Azeroth, this is a sacrifice worth paying. Go out and don't disturb the distinguished guests."
After Eitrigg heard this, he also had an understatement and said nonchalantly: "What a fuss, you night elves are so boring. It's just a few dead people. We orcs never care about sacrifice."
Cenarius showed admiration, turned around and said to his guards: "Have you seen how great the orcs are? They are never afraid of death. They are worth learning from the night elves. It's really sad to see you like this."
The Moon God guard was stunned for a long time, blinked, and his expression softened: "I admire you so much. You are worthy of being a heroic orc. Most of the Warsong clan died in the Ashen Valley, and even Grom Hellscream was captured!"
After hearing this, Eitrigg was shocked and stood up suddenly: "What, say it again."
The Moon God Guard looked at Eitrigg's furious look and said naturally: "It's just that some orcs died, it's not a big deal."
Eitrigg turned pale with anger and yelled at Cenarius: "This is naked betrayal, this is a war crime that destroys Azeroth. The noble orcs should not be treated like this. I demand that Dark Night
The elves immediately punish the relevant personnel, and they all deserve to be executed."
When Cenarius heard this, he stood up angrily and said righteously:
"The night elves in Ashenvale disappoint me so much. They treat the friendly orcs like this. Eitrigg, just don't worry. I swear in the name of the moon god that I will make the decision for the orcs."
Eitrigg gritted his teeth and urged: "Cenarius, the orcs are suffering. Without further delay, please rush to Ashenvale immediately to save the great Warsong clan."
Cenarius nodded solemnly. He believed that he represented the will of the Moon God and was extremely noble among the night elves. No one dared to disobey his orders, so he only led a few guards.
Ashenvale, Astrana.
The night elves defeated the invading Warsong clan with minimal losses. It was undoubtedly a great victory.
But Alaina Yaoxing and other captains looked very unhappy. They sent sentries to Darnassus for help, but they were ignored, like a group of abandoned children.
"We believe in the moon god Elune, and we have served her for ten thousand years." Alena looked at Robbie innocently and aggrievedly: "Master God Envoy, why did Master Josenarius treat us like this?"
Robbie looked solemn and said: "Alena, although your faith is extremely pious, in the past ten thousand years, the night elves have encountered many crises. Has the moon god Elune ever extended a helping hand?"
Alena tilted her head and thought for a moment. There was no need to look up history. Night elves all had long lives. All she had to do was look it up in her memory. After Robbie reminded her, Alena looked surprised:
"Yes, we believe in the Moon God, but in these ten thousand years, she has never helped us. I still remember the Battle of Quicksand a thousand years ago, when the night elves faced life and death. We prayed devoutly to the Moon God, but unfortunately nothing happened.
Any response is due to the heroic fighting and countless bloodshed and sacrifices of the tribesmen, in exchange for the final victory."
Robbie put his right hand on his chest and said: "You know nothing about faith. The real moon god Elune is not the unreachable moon in the sky, but exists in the hearts of every night elf. Our loyal beliefs, our
The protection of our tribe and our heroic fight are the moon gods in the hearts of the night elves. The aloof gods never care about the life and death of mortals. They only use mortals to achieve their own goals, but they never think about giving and exchange.
, Gods are always cold-blooded and ruthless."
Alaina looked at Robbie in surprise: "You don't look like the messenger of the moon god."
Robbie shook his head: "No, compared to that false envoy, only I can guide you to find the real Elune."
Alena sat on the bench holding her head and said sadly: "Cenarius is coming soon, and he will definitely not give up. If he convicts us, we will not be able to explain to the tribe. What should we do? Is it really necessary?
Kill him?"
Robbie was prepared and said with a confident smile: "It doesn't matter, if the night elf kills Cenarius, it will be true. Just let the orcs kill him. Cenarius claims to be the legitimate son of the Moon God, but even if
Even the Moon Goddess Elune does not dare to seek revenge from the orcs, she is just a cowardly god."
Grom Hellscream was a dangerous old orc. The night elves tied him tightly with strong chains and threw him into a dry well. The exhausted Hellscream had no intention of escaping.
A few raindrops fell into the dry well, and Hellscream sobered up a lot. He suddenly noticed that the chains that tied him were extremely exquisite, and they were actually carved with hollow patterns, a beautiful work of art.
Due to the influence of hollowing technology, the chain is not that strong. Hellscream tried hard to break free, but the chain actually broke.
"I've heard that night elves like flashy things, and it seems that's true. They're a bunch of idiots."
Hellscream pricked up his ears and listened to the movement above, but there was no sound on the ground.
He climbed up the dry well quietly, and not a single guard could be seen around him. Hellscream felt a familiar killing aura, and found his weapon, Blood Roar, in a room not far away.
"It's strange. Are the night elves' defense so lax?" Hellscream couldn't believe his good luck. He identified the surroundings and rushed in one direction. He remembered that there was a river not far away.
He only needed to go down the river to enter the barren land. He did not dare to enter the dense forest, otherwise he would definitely leave traces and be overtaken by the night elves.
Cenarius led several guards to Astrana on a hippogryph. You must know that Cenarius is tall and requires four hippogryphs to carry Cenarius.
When landing, the four-headed hippogryphs did not cooperate well. Cenarius fell down and hit the mud, and his head happened to hit a big rock. His head was dizzy and his vision was blurry.
Cenarius was about to curse when the four hippogryphs disappeared and there was not a single guard around him.
"Strange, what kind of place is this?"
Cenarius found that there was a river near him, and there seemed to be fog around him, making it difficult to see clearly.
Cenarius was a demigod with superb druid spells. When he was about to ask the trees nearby for directions, he was surprised to find that his spells didn't work.
"What the hell is going on?"
Cenarius had a premonition that something was not good. Deep in the mist, he saw a vague figure running in his direction.
As he got closer, he could clearly see that it was a strong old orc with bloodshot eyes and a terrifying battle ax in his hand. Could he be Hellscream? Cenarius hurriedly waved hello.
In the mist, Hellscream vaguely saw a strange four-hoofed creature, baring its teeth and claws at him.
Hellscream was shocked. The pursuers were coming so fast. He immediately entered a violent state, raised the battle ax in his hand, and slashed at them viciously.