Grommash panted and pulled out Gorehowler from the chest of the half-man, half-deer forest god. His body was covered with wounds caused by thorns that were still bleeding, but he didn't even frown, as if the injury didn't exist. generally.
The eyes of Cenarius, the God of the Forest, were dim, and he had obviously been dead for a long time. Grommash's fatal blow almost penetrated his chest, and his strong heart was scratched by Gorehowl's ax blade.
Even though Cenarius is a demigod with strong vitality and a druid close to nature, the strong life energy provided by the two cannot allow him to survive Grommash's axe.
Grommash's blood was mixed with his red skin, making it impossible to tell the difference. After drinking the corrupted blood of the Abyss Lord, he regained his former self, the powerful feeling of holding it in his hand.
Cenarius was very strong, and Grommash considered him to be the most difficult opponent he had ever faced in his life, but in the end, he was still superior.
After the chief of the Warsong Clan killed the Forest God, the morale of the night elves almost hit rock bottom.
Although some druids saw the gods they believed in and respected being desecrated and killed, and attacked the orcs like crazy, the Warsong orcs who drank the demonic blood like their leader were not afraid of the druids' sharp claws and Spell, the druid who rushed into the orcs' front was quickly submerged by the red tide.
"Woo——"
The low horn sound spread throughout the forest. When the remaining night elf sentries and druids heard the horn sound, their expressions became tangled and depressed. In the end, they obeyed the meaning of the horn.
--retreat.
Although the Warsong clan has defeated the elven forces in Ashenvale, this is the territory of the night elves after all. Their familiarity with the terrain and the help provided by nature made them quickly like fish jumping into the water, easily Escaped from the orcs.
The Warsong Orcs, who lost their target, could only vent their anger and bloodthirsty desire on the night elves and their allies who fell to the ground but had not yet expired.
Just as Grommash and his tribe were "enjoying" the carnival of being a victor, the two troops collided at the entrance from the Barrens to Ashenvale.
On one side is the Alliance army led by Varian, and on the other side is the orc army led by Thrall.
The so-called enemies were extremely jealous when they met. If not for Varian and Thrall's efforts to stop them, the vanguards of the two teams would have collided with each other.
Thrall frowned and looked at the mighty human army and the tauren warriors inside, wondering in his heart: Why did humans appear on this continent, and it seems that they have gained new allies here?
Varian was surprised as to why the orc army suddenly appeared in this place. According to the intelligence, they should be busy rebuilding their homeland.
Thrall, who could not resolve his doubts by thinking alone, rode a warg to the front and shouted in standard human lingua franca, "I am the current chief of the tribe: Thrall! Let your leader come out and talk to me."
Varian and Muradin looked at each other, and the king of Stormwind also rode forward. The well-trained army quickly made way for their king.
"I am the king of Stormwind City, Varian Wrynn. I didn't expect there were orcs who could speak Common Language. I thought you were all vulgar savages." Varian faced Thrall calmly and calmly. It can be seen that this orc is very young, but I don't know if he is as irritable as other young people.
However, Thrall was not angry because of Varian's words. He stopped the orcs around him who were about to rush forward to challenge Varian, and said calmly, "We did not come here to fight. Our people are trapped in In this ancient forest, we’re just trying to bring them home.”
Thrall didn't want to start an encounter with humans here, which would undoubtedly be a major blow to the newly formed new tribe, so he wanted to spend the current situation in a more peaceful way.
"Really? My scouts told me that there are many unreasonable things happening in the forest. We suspect that there is some evil force at work. Could it be that you are causing trouble?"
Varian's words were full of doubt and sarcasm.
"We are also victims, right from the beginning," Thrall's voice was a bit duller. "The orcs now are different from the orcs before. I don't intend to start another war. So, please don't hinder us from entering the Ashenvale. .”
Thrall's messenger told him that Grommash was in huge trouble in Ashenvale. Thrall, who was worried about his friend's safety, immediately led a part of the orc army and prepared to go to Ashenvale to rescue Grommash.
The continent of Kalimdor is full of mysteries for the orcs. If something happens to Grommash, it will undoubtedly be a major blow to the fledgling tribe.
Whether from a personal or tribal perspective, Thrall must choose to save Grommash, but what he doesn't know is that Grommash, who drank the demonic blood, has long since turned into a killing machine, just like the dark night. The elves were beaten into a ball.
Thrall's shamanic ability allowed him to foretell terrible changes in the forest, which made him feel uneasy in the past few days. He originally planned not to go deep into the Ashenvale, but he had to step here because of this.
Unexpectedly, before entering Ashenvale, they happened to encounter the Alliance's advance troops led by Varian.
After helping the tauren find a new home, Varian believed that the pass from the Barrens to Ashenvale must be seized, otherwise the Alliance's plan to find the night elves would be very troublesome.
As it happened, the two parties collided on the plain outside Ashenvale, forming a tense situation. Thrall was thinking about how to get rid of the alliance and rescue Grommash first, while Varian considered Do you want to take action against the orcs?
Encountering orcs on the plains has no advantage for humans. Although tauren have joined, their numbers are somewhat small, and they do not greatly improve the frontal battle situation.
Just when Varian hesitated, a dazzling blue light flashed from behind the human line, and the soldiers cheered, as if they were welcoming some hero.
They made a way, and a knight wearing exquisite armor rode a war horse through the crowd. He walked to Varian's side and whispered, "Let them go in first to help us explore the road."
Varian nodded imperceptibly and said to Thrall, "Maybe the Holy Light is merciful to your fate. I won't embarrass you anymore today."
After saying that, he rode back to the Alliance team without looking back, and led the troops away from the gate between Ashenvale and the Barrens. Soon, the Alliance troops disappeared from Thrall's sight.
"Warchief, humans have always been cunning, could this be their trick?" an orc asked beside Thrall.
Thrall shook his head. He didn't know whether he was saying no or he didn't know. In short, he stopped mentioning things related to humans and led the orc team into the Ashen Valley.
