"Where on earth did that guy Bager go to be lazy?"
The orc foreman of Warsong Lumber Camp held a whip and cursed while searching for traces of the missing peon. However, until the sun went down and most people were about to go back to rest, the foreman still could not find the missing peon.
The foreman who really had no choice but to admit it had to admit that there was always something strange about this forest, as if it was alive. If the unlucky guy who ran away from nowhere was eaten by a bear or a wolf, he would also be there. Looking for it.
Among the orc tribes, especially tribes like the Warsong Clan that advocate force, those orcs who are physically weaker than the orc warriors and do not have the strength to fight have no status at all.
Orcs like this basically have no other destination besides being reduced to hard labor.
Although the new tribe led by Thrall is trying to eliminate some of the bad habits of the old tribe, at least the Warsong clan, ruled by Grommash, still uses the same set of rules of the old tribe.
The disappearance of a peon is not a big deal, because in the eyes of the Warsong orcs, they are no different from consumables.
What worries the foreman is that each foreman has a fixed share of timber to hand over. If his laborers disappear, the labor force will naturally decrease, and it is unknown whether the share can be handed over on time.
Now Thrall is leading the orcs to build new cities and homes, which requires a lot of wood. The Warsong lumberyard is already overloaded, and the foreman doesn't know where to find people to fill the missing work station.
However, what the orc foreman didn't realize was that, in search of the whereabouts of the orc peon Bagel, he had unknowingly walked out of the warning range of the Warsong logging camp and gone deep into the ancient forest.
When he realized it, he could no longer see the fire in the lumberyard.
Standing in the middle of the dark forest, the orc foreman suddenly felt an inexplicable panic in his heart, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him.
He lit a torch and raised it high, trying to see what was hidden behind the layers of tree canopy.
——"Whoosh!"
There was a slight shock that cut through the air, and the orc foreman's vision went dark, and the torch fell to the ground.
The red blood slowly flowed out, and the foreman's body fell to the ground. The light of the torch was extinguished by his bloated body. The entire forest returned to darkness, forming a clear separation from the brightly lit logging field lined with trees. Wire.
Following a few extremely subtle noises, several vigorous figures jumped past among the tree crowns and branches, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
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"Trash! Can't you even look down on the hard workers in a lumberyard?!" Grommash angrily threw the list of missing persons on the ground in his hand, "Do you even need me to personally take care of such a thing?!"
"But, Chief, we have searched the surrounding forest, and we can't even find a rabbit, let alone the orcs." The orc warlord who was scolded had a bitter expression, "Now those hard workers are very scared, and their work efficiency has been reduced a lot. "
"A bunch of useless stupid pigs! With so many people missing, there must be some danger near this logging camp, and yet you are telling me now that you just searched the surrounding woodland?!" Grommash stood up suddenly, An extremely oppressive body stood in front of the warlord.
The orc warlord swallowed his saliva - he was not a coward, otherwise he would not have become the orc warlord. However, there may not be many people in the entire tribe who dare to face Grommash Hellscream, the chief of the Warsong clan. .
This furious orc warrior has performed countless feats and achievements. Even the current warchief Thrall will be courteous to this veteran of the tribe.
Now facing Grommash's wrath, the orc warlords were a little trembling and didn't know what to say.
"Why are you still standing here? Why don't you go and gather people?" Grommash looked at the warlord with boredom. After passing him, he took off the battle ax [Blood Roar] hanging on the wall. " I want to personally take people to see what is causing trouble!"
"Yes Yes!"
The chief of the Warsong Clan quickly led all the elite warriors of the clan and broke into the dense forest of Ashenvale.
At the same time, among the ancient elven ruins not far north of the Warsong lumberyard, the orc peon Bagel, whose body was possessed by the Dread Lord, was performing evil magic in the ruins of the building.
He wanted to take this opportunity to see if he could find some ancient elven holy objects left behind in ancient times. After all, it was the same group of elves that had summoned the legion to come.
The things they left behind may allow Tichondrius to find some way to contact the Legion.
The current situation is that they don't dare to show their feet in the Eastern Kingdom at all. The madman-like prince is like a shark that smells blood, looking for traces of all demons.
And his group of "fanatic believers" who believed in the Holy Light simply conducted a carpet-like search of Lordaeron and its surrounding areas.
Perhaps Alsace himself felt that the search was not strong enough, but only the person involved knew that this level of search covered almost all areas that they could use.
Just ask, all areas where there are opportunities for demon penetration are strictly guarded by paladins and spies. No matter how cunning and cunning these demons are, they cannot leak every detail.
So in the end, all the Dread Lords came to an agreement: they planned to give up their efforts in the Eastern Kingdom for the time being, and instead focus on the distant Kalimdor.
This continent is the real remnant of ancient civilization. The elves who once defeated the Burning Legion are recuperating on the mountains not far from this forest.
But what makes Tichondrius a little happy is that these elves seem to think that their ancient practices are a dead end, and have given up arcane magic and returned to the ridiculous druid way.
The night elves did not find Tichondrius hiding his figure with magic. Instead, they were led to the location of the tribe's logging farm by the traces deliberately left by the fear lord.
Tichondrius knew these old rivals very well: the elves who learned the way of the druids emphasized the balanced development of nature, and the orcs' logging method of depleting the land would definitely cause dissatisfaction among the elves.
The arrogance and conceit of these elves are deep in their bones. Even after ten thousand years, they still do not realize that what attracts the Burning Legion is not the magical power of the Well of Eternity, but their endless thirst for power... and their never-ending desire for power. An arrogant character who is unable to recognize his own mistakes.
I am afraid that these elves did not realize what their actions had brought to Azeroth until the moment when the Well of Eternity was completely destroyed and their empire and world collapsed.
Now, Tichondrius is very interested to see whether these arrogant elves will behave the same way ten thousand years later.
