Mannoroth, the abyss lord of the Burning Legion, and Tichondrius, the first lord of the Nasrezim clan, the Dreadlord Tichondrius, are currently leading part of the Burning Legion vanguard, hiding in a valley in Ashenvale. , and established the Burning Legion's first outpost camp on the continent of Kalimdor here.
"Tichondrius! Are you sure that what we did before will be effective? Those orcs, will they really be stupid enough to be fooled and drink the spring water mixed with my blood again?"
Mannoroth spoke angrily, staring at the little bug in front of him in a tone similar to a deep roar. The abyss lord was not used to the behavior of these fear demons. Because, he is more willing to fight with real swords, to kill, to slaughter the enemy, to dye his own war blade and strong body red with the enemy's blood, to use the enemy's wailing when they fail and the scream before death. Come and compose your own song of victory!
Instead of being like now, I was hiding behind the scenes with this little insect-like Dread Lord, doing some conspiracy! These methods are not at all what he, the Lord of the Abyss, is like. He, Mannoroth, is a powerful vanguard of the Burning Legion who charges into battle. He is even more eager to slaughter enemies and drink their blood than he is now!
"Manolos, just relax for now! I'm pretty sure those orcs will drink it! So what if they know what the spring water is? But they have to do that now. Hehe... …”
"If they don't drink the well water, then there is only death waiting for them orcs! Those night elves and the powerful forest demigod Cenarius will never let their orcs go easily!"
The Dreadlord Tichondrius smiled conspiratorially. These orcs came to Kalimdor without even saying hello, and even arrived at the door of the night elves' home.
Now, the stupid orcs not only cut down a large number of giant forest trees in an attempt to settle here permanently, but also killed many night elves and other creatures in the forest. How could those night elves tolerate their orcs in the Ashenvale, which they regard as their back garden? Making trouble here? Not to mention wanting to settle here! How can we allow others to sleep soundly next to the couch? What's more, it's a tribe of orcs that looks bloodthirsty and evil? The night elves will definitely understand this!
Therefore, Tichondrius believes that the dispute between the two sides is just the beginning, and all he needs to do is to add more fire to the two sides fighting, so that the disadvantaged orcs can get a chance to regain the balance. , and then...the Burning Legion only need to slowly watch both sides continue to consume strength before the army arrives!
"And if they orcs drink the well water, the endless anger, violent and bloodthirsty power will overwhelm their little reason! By then, they who have gained powerful power will fight against the dark night The elves are fighting inextricably, and when they are both defeated and unable to care about anything else, our great Lord Archimonde must have led the powerful Burning Legion across the sea... Hehehehe..."
Tichondrius was very satisfied with his plan this time. It was a naked conspiracy. He just threw the spring water mixed with the blood of the devil of the abyss there. It would be fine if the orcs didn't know, but when they got it After receiving the news and going there, after discovering the well water, did the orcs have any other options?
"At that time, our Burning Legion won't even need to spend too much effort, and we can easily take care of these severely injured orcs and those damn night elves!"
Tichondrius had to patiently explain to the huge and restless Abyss Demon King Mannoroth who stood in front of him.
This time they came to Kalimdor to set up a vanguard outpost. The elite troops of the legion led by the two of them were not too many. After all, secretly opening a portal to send legionnaires over cannot cause too much noise, otherwise it will lose its meaning.
But when they came here, they found that something embarrassing had happened... In the Ashen Valley in front of them, whether it was the orcs who were causing trouble here, or the orcs who had been thriving here for ten thousand years, The night elves, no matter which side they belong to, probably have the ability to easily deal with their group of pioneers of the Burning Legion!
Therefore, when Tichondrius discovered that the orcs were constantly at odds with the night elves due to large-scale deforestation and caused a lot of casualties, a small conspiracy soon began to brew in the heart of the Dread Lord... ...He has been waiting patiently until now. When he saw that the orcs were defeated steadily by the demigod and the night elf, and were unable to resist, Tichondrius finally felt that the time was ripe!
So, he teamed up with the Abyss Lord to attack. These two powerful demons led equally powerful legion elites, and soon attacked a small night elf village. After killing all the nearby night elves and convincing Mannoroth to contaminate the well water with blood, he disguised himself as a troll wizard, found and informed the orc warrior of the Warsong clan, and told him , somewhere there is a spring with infinite power, and that spring is the key to their victory over the night elves!
Tichondrius believed that the orcs would drink the well water according to his plan, because they had a reason to do so! In this way, they, the vanguard of the legion, no longer need to do anything dangerous. They only need to stay in the camp, hide themselves as much as possible, and sit back and watch the night elves and orcs fight endlessly. That’s it!
"Tichondrius, I hope you are right... Otherwise, if I delay the opportunity to fight, I will probably split you in half first, and then crush those damn elves and those useless orcs! "
Mannoroth waved his huge long-handled halberd impatiently, and kept trampling the ground under his feet with his four hooves. Under the infection of evil energy on his body, the weeds around the footprints also began to slow down. Slowly withering, the evil power in this abyss lord's body is really too powerful and violent!
Thousands of years ago, it was those damn elves who defeated and exiled the once invincible Burning Legion, and brought shame to the Burning Legion! But now, the enemy from ten thousand years ago is right in front of him, but Mannoroth cannot step forward to avenge and kill, which makes him very angry!
If this Dread Lord hadn't been sent by Archimonde's master to assist him, and if this little bug's plan hadn't seemed a bit reliable, he would have led the vanguard of the legion to rush out and fight those damned people. The night elves fought bloody battles!
"Hmph! Stupid guy!"
The fear lord Tichondrius looked gloomily at the abyss lord Mannoroth who turned to leave, this idiot with no power! He knows how to fight and kill. Doesn't he know that the only ones who have arrived on the Kalim continent are the few demon vanguards in front of him? Under such circumstances, fighting casually, apart from risking death and exposing the existence of the Burning Legion, and making the night elves aware and prepared, what else can it do?
It's a pity that what Tichondrius, the fear devil, doesn't know is that in this timeline, because of the big bomb that little Annie inadvertently put, it suddenly woke up the night elves who were supposed to be... The archdruid, Malfurion, who was still sleeping in the Emerald Dream, asked the other party to take a boat in advance and go to the eastern continent to investigate the situation.
Now, the night elves not only know that the Burning Legion has returned to the world of Azeroth, but also know the basic situation of the undead Scourge troops under the Burning Legion. By now, Malfurion may have begun to awaken a large number of druids, and Tyrande is also preparing for a pre-war mobilization order for the entire night elves...
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Grom Hellscream led the warriors of the Warsong clan under his command to the place called Ashenvale. This was the place guided by the troll witch doctor they met. They finally found this place... However, in After killing a group of ram-horned monsters that looked very similar to the night elves, they were now silent around the well water that was indeed full of energy.
The orcs present, except for the new generation, almost all knew what the contents of this well were... The mysterious troll witch doctor did not deceive them. The well water in front of them might really be An opportunity for the orcs to defeat those strong elves. As long as he drinks them, Grom, the chief of the Warsong clan, will even have the confidence to fight that powerful forest demigod again!
It's just... this well is also an evil poison... Once the Warsong clan drinks the well water again, the curse they finally got rid of will come back to haunt them... or... they will be affected again. Demonic control!
Because, in this well water, there are things they were once very familiar with! Because, this well water has been mixed with evil demon blood! But Grom had to admit that it... was indeed full of infinite power, which would allow the Warsong Clan to defeat the elves and get out of the current predicament!
"Chief?"
"Is the chief crazy? He still stares at such an evil thing and refuses to leave?"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! No matter how big or small!"
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"Hey, Chief, what are you doing?"
"I don't know... maybe... the chief might still want to drink this stuff, right?"
"Still drinking?!"
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"Captain! Why are you so afraid of this well water?"
"Because...this is the blood of demons!"
"..."
Unlike the orc warriors behind him who were restless, confused, frightened, or whispering to each other, Grom Hellscream just stared at the well water with squinted eyes and was silent for a long time. He is now think……
No orc warrior would know what the chief of their Warsong clan is thinking about now, why he still stays here, why he still stares at the evil well water and refuses to leave? Haven't the orcs been tortured enough by this kind of thing? Now I finally got rid of this evil thing!
Finally, after a while, Grom sighed deeply, took two big steps forward, reached out and picked up a big wooden spoon, and resolutely scooped up the first ladle of water from the well. water. Then, he turned around suddenly and looked at the warriors of the Warsong clan who were frightened by his actions and took several steps back.
"Brothers and sisters of the Warsong clan! Brave and tenacious warriors!"
Grom paused for a moment, and then took another look at the large wooden spoon placed flat on his chest and the ladle of well water inside. Then he looked up decisively at the warriors of the clans in front of him again.
"Don't worry, I'm not crazy. My mind is extremely clear now! I know...what I am doing now; I also know...what the well water in my hand is; I I even know...what will happen to me once I drink it again!"
Grom paused, looked at the well water again, and took a deep breath.
"But, brothers and sisters, warriors of the Warsong clan, believe me, we! We have no choice now!"
Grom stopped again, and his eyes began to scan the faces of the warriors of the Warsong clan below one by one, looking at the faces that were either young, ferocious, vicissitudes of life, or full of war scars. Face……
"In the past few days, I'm afraid you have also discovered from the battles with those strange night elves in the forest that they are not the high elves we have seen. They are taller and more powerful than the high elves in the Eastern Kingdom. Stronger, of course, and more savage!”
"Although we don't want to say it, we now have to admit that even if we orcs are brave and never afraid of sacrifice, we can't defeat them easily after all... What's more, among them, there is that one The incredibly powerful, invulnerable demigod of the forest—the one who looks like a strong stag!"
"We have proven it many times. Even if I use the most powerful blow, I can't cut through its mysterious defense. Countless of our brave warriors fell around it. Those warriors... they will never be able to break it. Unable to stand up..."
At this point, Grom stopped. It seemed that he was missing those warriors of the Warsong clan who charged with him, regardless of their lives, and pounced on the demigod... They were all noble orcs, brave and fearless warriors. ...It's a pity that in the end, they all hated the opponent's feet. Their charge and their attacks seemed so ridiculous and meaningless in the eyes of the demigod...
"At this point, believe me, our orc tribe has no way out!"
Grom Hellscream suddenly pointed east with his free hand, and then continued in a sad and angry tone:
"Across the sea, on the eastern continent, I am afraid that it has been completely captured by the undead and demons. Whether it is the Dark Portal or the planet Draenor, it has also been destroyed! We all know that we may never see it again. Can not go back……"
"We no longer have a home in Draenor, and the fertile Nagrand prairie has been destroyed by the power of the devil! We can never go back! And now, here, Ogre is about to be built Ma is our new home! This land is our new home!"
"If our battle with those elves continues to be defeated like before, believe me, warriors of the Warsong clan! Soon, our new city, Orgrimmar, will also be invaded by those barbarians. Destroyed by the elves, our warriors will be killed one by one on their way to the coast. In the end...all our women, children and elders who are unable to resist will also be ruthlessly driven into the sea by them. Become a delicacy for fish and shrimps..."
"By then, we orcs and our tribe will all collapse under the enemy's front just like Orgrimmar is under construction, and will no longer exist in the world of Azeroth! By then, We orcs will become ridiculous losers and be spurned and forgotten by the entire world of Azeroth!"
"Tell me! Warriors of the Warsong clan, are you willing to see such an outcome? Tell me! Warriors of the Warsong clan, do you agree to such an ending?"
At the end of the sentence, Grom Hellscream started roaring and yelling. What he said were all bloody facts! If the new tribe doesn't try to change, and if it doesn't find any way to defeat the elves, what he just said will be the final outcome of the orcs!
"No!"
"I don't want to!"
"Fight! Fight! Fight!"
"Kill all those night elves!"
"Kill that damn four-legged demigod!"
"Lok'Tar Ogar!"
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"Warriors of the Warsong Clan! I have seen your courage, yes! We, the Warsong Clan, all our orcs, we never lack the courage to go into battle to kill the enemy, we have endless courage!"
Grom stretched out his hand to signal and stopped the warriors from shouting wildly.
"We are never afraid of any enemy! Whether he is an elf or a human; whether the opponent is a Gronn or an ogre; we have raided the kingdom of the arakkoa; we have also wiped out the nests of the tigers; our Warsong clan has even We are invincible in the heart of the ogre empire, but they have nothing to do with us! No one can question the courage of our orcs!"
"But! Today, if we want to defeat these new enemies, courage alone is not enough! We also need power! More powerful power!"
After speaking, Grom took the lead in picking up the big wooden spoon in his hand and drank all the well water in it. Then, he forcibly endured the endless power and violent anger that began to emerge from his body, and used the red spoon to drink. He looked at the orc team with both eyes and stretched out the big wooden spoon in front of them.
"I know that drinking these will have terrible consequences... But! For the rebirth of the tribe and the survival of the orcs in this world, we have no choice now! Someone must make sacrifices for this! If, drink If you are doomed to be tortured by a curse for the rest of your life after planting these things, then, for the sake of the tribe! I hope that the person who will be sacrificed...will be me!"
Seeing that Grom, the chief of his own clan, took the lead in setting an example, other orc warriors from the Warsong clan also stepped forward, grabbed the spoons and began to drink the well water, and those who did not grab the spoons even drank the water from the well. They simply rushed to the well water and directly picked up the evil water that they had previously regarded as poison...
Their chief, Grom, was right! For the new tribe, for Warchief Thrall, and for other orcs to survive in this beautiful world of Azeroth, someone among them must make sacrifices!
After drinking the well water contaminated by demon blood, what if they are cursed and tortured for life? So what if they become slaves of the devil again? They have no regrets about the choices they made today!
All of this, just like Chief Grom said, is for the tribe! If you want to give hope to other tribesmen, you must first crush your own and turn it into the power to defeat the enemy!
"For the tribe! Target: Elf camp! Attack! Warriors!"
After all the Warsong clan warriors drank the well water of the devil's blood, and when they saw the muscles and beards in front of them, and the body became swollen and panting heavily, a famous Warsong warrior was ready, Grom finally no longer suppressed the anger and desire for destruction that began to expand more and more in his heart. He waved his hand in the direction of the elf camp. A group of orc warriors from the Warsong clan who had drunk the blood of demons whispered. Roaring, he quickly dived into the dense forest...
Now, they are full of power, full of endless anger and desire for destruction, and they are eager to find those night elves to vent their anger!
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Except for the warriors of the Warsong clan who drank the blood of demons, perhaps no one knows what happened there on that day...
When Thrall, the great chief of the new tribe, and Cairn Bloodhoof, the chief of the tauren, left the camp and passed by the battlefield of Ashenvale in order to find the prophet stick who was born from the Medi culture, all they saw was full of eyes. On the battlefield of Cangyi, there are the broken corpses of elf sentries, countless night sabers split in half by huge forces, and which one is extremely huge and is still exuding a lot of natural power...the remains of a demigod... …
"Mother Earth...what happened here? Even the most powerful king of the forest, even the demigod Cenarius, fell here?"
As an indigenous creature, the tauren Kane certainly recognized the powerful half-man, half-deer creature lying on the ground motionless. The natural power constantly leaking from his body made the ground around his body full of circles. Beautiful flowers... He is the legitimate son of the moon god Elune and the demigod Malorne. Among the gods of the wilderness, Cenarius is one of the powerful demigods!
But now, the honest and honest Tauren Kane couldn't believe his own eyes. This extremely powerful being, this omnipotent demigod in the forest, actually died here inexplicably like this? How is this possible? Who on earth has the strength to kill a demigod? Moreover, judging from the appearance of the wound and the messy battlefield around it, it seems that it was done by the orcs?
"I'm afraid, we will be in big trouble! Chief Kane, maybe, after we find the prophet, I will still need the help of your tauren..."
Unlike the tauren Kane who went to check the bodies of the demigods first, Warchief Thrall first went to check the bodies of the orc warriors. From the few corpses of the Warsong clan orc warriors left at the scene, as well as the auras on their bodies, Look, Thrall knows that the orc tribe may really be in big trouble this time!
The Warsong clan led by Grom Hellscream, they... actually drank the blood of demons again! Are they crazy? Moreover, now he actually killed a demigod from the night elves?
You know, Thrall is preparing to go to the Prophet with the Tauren Chief Kane, intending to follow the Prophet's arrangements, form an alliance with the night elves and humans, and jointly resist the coming Burning Legion and the Undead Scourge!
But now? You Grom actually killed someone else's demigod without saying a word? What kind of fuss is this? Maybe, from now on, the orcs of the new tribe will have to fight to the death with the night elves, the local snakes here! How can we form an alliance to resist the Burning Legion?
During the short period of contact with the tauren Kane, Thrall had a comprehensive understanding of the power of the night elves from the tauren elder! The troops that have been entangled with the orcs in Ashen Valley for so long are just a small number of border sentries and a demigod. The main force and the more powerful druids have not been able to do anything until now. There is no sign of any action!
This is great. Thrall didn't pay attention, and Grom's Warsong clan caused such a huge incident!
As a new generation of orcs, Chief Thrall didn't understand. Are all orcs really that powerful after drinking the blood of demons? The forest demigod who practices night elf can be easily killed by Grom? If he hadn't known that the side effects of demon blood were too great, Sal would have even wanted to secretly drink a few sips...
"Okay, Chief Thrall, if you are in need, we tauren will definitely try our best to help you."
Although he didn't know why Thrall said this, after looking at the body of the demigod Cenarius in silence for a while, the tauren chief Cairn Bloodhoof finally nodded and agreed to the other party's request for assistance.
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Due to the rotation of the planet, the time difference between day and night is different between the two hemispheres of the same planet. Of course, there is also a time difference on the planet Azeroth.
So, when the sun was officially shining on Kalimdor in the western continent, when Grom's Warsong clan drank the blood of demons, successfully killed the demigod Cenarius, and wandered around intending to continue to cause trouble for the night elves. , on the eastern continent, it has already entered late night.
Little Annie, who had been fighting with Archimonde all day and threw hundreds of super spells at Archimonde, has now fallen into a deep sleep. She urgently needs enough sleep to relieve herself from excessive stress today. Mental fatigue caused by spellcasting.
"...Hehehe...I found you...little girl...I am the monster in your nightmare..."
When Annie was sleeping soundly, suddenly, a low and hoarse voice sounded in her mind, and then, she was also pulled into a dark dream.
"..."
Little Annie didn't say anything. Even in the dream, she still felt very sleepy, her eyelids were half drooped, and she looked half-awake. She was so angry now!
She was just sleeping in the palace in the Flame Canyon, sleeping comfortably and comfortably, when she never thought that this thing would come again... Could it be that it doesn't want to be beaten? Or is it that the last time I hit him wasn't painful enough? How dare you come this time? Does it really not want to die?
"...I am your waking dream..."
The voice continued, completely ignoring Anne's half-drooped eyes and the cold chill in her half-open pupils.
"C'Thun! How dare you disturb my sleep again... I'm just going to ask you once, do you really want to die?"
Since this C'Thun still dares to come, little Annie feels that after she has rested for a few days, she can take some time to lead her army of flames to kill these bastards who specifically disturb her sleep?
Otherwise, she would really not be able to bear this bastard doing this several times a day! You know, what annoys little Annie the most is when others disturb her when she sleeps!
"..."
Yogg-Saron was shocked when he heard the little girl mention C'Thun's name.
It turns out that C'Thun's fellow sufferer had also come into contact with this little girl? I wonder if it succeeded in corrupting her? And if I continue to take action now, will I be suspected of overreaching?
Yogg-Saron hesitated. It didn't make a sound again. It was considering... whether it should take action again? If this little girl is really C'Thun's intended target, if he continues to do this, it will easily lead to conflicts! When you are a human hand, you cannot stretch your hand too long, and the same goes for being an ancient god! Although, their main body hands are actually very long.
"Huh? It's not that weird guy with many eyes from C'Thun? Instead, it's you, the ugly guy with countless big mouths? Ha! Didn't your mother teach you that? You're so ugly. , it will scare the children if you come out casually!"
After casually breaking the opponent's disguise, Annie discovered the opponent's true form. It turned out that this was another similar thing! She was still wondering just now, thinking that the man named C'Thun was really not afraid of death!
The thing that appears in Annie's mind now is another different thing. It has an ugly huge mouth full of sharp teeth, and there are countless small mouths on the head and tentacles that are exactly the same as Ke's. The disgusting tentacle monster similar to Suen also looks very similar to the C'Thun last time. They must be in a group, right?
"...I am Yogg-Saron...I am the devil with a thousand faces...tremble in my true form..."
Although the disguise of distraction was broken when the little girl took action, Yogg-Saron did not give in.
Originally, it was hesitant to continue attacking the little girl, but after hearing her mean remarks, it became angry! Therefore, it decided that even if it really crossed the line, even if it was hated by C'Thun, it would take her down first and punish her properly!
"Hey...you still dare to do this! I think you must have never contacted your C'Thun brother? Didn't he tell you not to come and disturb my sleep?"
Little Annie tilted her head and took a look at the monster in front of her. She didn't see that it was much more powerful than the C'Thun last time... Then how could it dare to come to her and act like a monster?
Or, didn't C'Thun warn it at all? Or do they both have a grudge? Did you deliberately trick it into coming here?
Anyway, little Annie now has a grudge against two of them, one is named C'Thun and the other is named Yogg-Saron, very good! Little Annie knows that there will always be a time to settle accounts, but never let her know where their family lives!
"... Surrender before the God of Death..."
Yogg-Saron turned a deaf ear to little Annie's warnings. Every time their ancient gods whispered (talked) to a certain creature, the other party always resisted fiercely at first.
Whether it’s constant warnings, harsh words, or death threats, it’s seen a lot! In the end, those beings will always succumb one by one, including the guardians of the Titans! Even the guardians were nagged by them until they had a nervous breakdown and were controlled by their ancient gods. Now, what does this little demigod girl mean?
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk to you monsters anymore. I'll continue to sleep for a while! It's better to deal with you quickly. Remember, her name is Annie! I will definitely go when I have time. I’m looking for you to have tea and chat!”
At this moment, little Annie had already written down the names of C'Thun last time and Yogg-Saron this time in her little notebook. Then, she raised her hand, opened her palm and pointed it at Yogg-Saron's distraction...
"!!!"
Just when Yogg-Saron was about to continue talking, he suddenly discovered that the little girl suddenly changed posture. It was a kind of... boundless darkness, pure darkness... It almost thought it had seen the darkness. Jun!
"Dark Priest!"
A beam of pitch-black and huge dark energy shot towards the opponent in an instant. While breaking the opponent's distraction, it also attacked the opponent's body... Annie was already very experienced in dealing with this kind of monster. After all, Once it's raw, it'll be ripe again. This time, it's going to suffer! Hum! Dare you disturb yourself while sleeping? One day I want them to look good!
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The Arctic continent of Northrend, far above the North Pole, suddenly experienced an inexplicable earthquake, causing the entire Northrend continent to begin to shake slightly. The earthquake came and went away very quickly.
The indigenous creatures here didn't know what happened just now. They all thought it was just a normal earthquake. Only a certain sleeping Aspect Dragon in the Wyrmrest Temple raised its head slightly and glanced in the direction of Ulduar doubtfully. It seemed that... it was a big guy who was imprisoned just now... Hu Teng And struggled for a little while? Is this... an illusion?
