Upon hearing Mannoroth's name, Grommash's expression darkened at first, but in an instant, the depression on his face was wiped away. He stood up and took his battle ax Bloodhowl from Thrall.
"I will chop off that bastard's head with my own hands."
The orc's tone was calm, but anyone could hear the unforgettable anger contained in his words.
If Grommash was filled with fear and regret when he fell into Mannoroth's trap again, now he has put all of this behind him, and the only thing left is to kill Mannoroth quickly. Outrage.
The demons regard the orcs as pawns and toys, thinking that with just a few tricks, the orcs can be played with applause. Grommash has had enough of this fate of being at the mercy of others.
However, before Grommash's passion could reach its climax, it was completely doused by a basin of cold water thrown by Arthas.
"First think about how to deal with the night elves who have developed hatred against you - you killed their most noble demigod."
Grommash's body froze immediately. Under Alsace's reminder, he finally remembered this very fatal problem for the orcs.
Thrall looked bitter when he heard this, "This... I can only hope to explain it clearly to the elves..."
"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, Thrall, things are not so optimistic," Grommash also sighed, "That guy named Cenarius insists on thinking that we are the demon's lackeys. Since the elves regard him as a god, they I'm afraid the tribe is as stubborn as this demigod."
Arthas remained silent. He knew very well that what Grommash said was basically the same. At this time, the night elves had the most stubborn tempers than any other race. Most of them would accept any explanation from the orcs. Won't listen.
Unless... someone who can influence the opinions of the night elves' top leaders can step forward to mediate.
Of course this person is not Arthas, he just came to form an alliance with the night elves. Even if the night elves don't know anything about the Eastern Kingdom, how much attention can they pay to a prince of a human kingdom?
"Okay, I have done what I should say and do, and you can only rely on yourselves for the rest."
After helping Grommash escape Mannoroth's control, Arthas was about to leave, but Thrall stopped Arthas.
"please wait a while."
"Um?"
Arthas turned around and looked at Thrall. He saw the warchief taking out a bone amulet and handing it to Arthas.
"Although we may have been rivals in the past, present and future, this time, I accept your love. Orcs are not an ungrateful race. As long as you hold this amulet, I will do one thing for you unconditionally. ." Sal said solemnly.
Alsace held the amulet and looked at it for a moment, his expression remained unchanged, and he just nodded slightly, "I understand, thank you."
After speaking, Arthas walked out of the tribal camp and left with the alliance guards who followed him, leaving Thrall and Grommash watching the prince go away.
"He is nothing like the rumors." Grommash's dull voice sounded. He couldn't figure out why this man, who could be said to be the tribe's biggest enemy, wanted to help him escape from Mannoroth's control.
"Rumors are always exaggerated and fabricated by others. To truly see what a person is like, you must face him face to face." Thrall raised his palm, and the breeze of the Ashen Valley flowed through his fingers, "This This prince is different from us."
"Is this what the element told you?"
"No, my intuition told me." Sal nodded his head with his finger.
On the way back to the camp, Arthas played with the amulet Thrall gave him. This amulet made of the teeth of an unknown beast was engraved with the red symbol of the tribe, and it also exuded weak shamanic magic power.
After staring at it for a short while, Arthas took him back into his space backpack. He felt that he might not be able to use this thing anymore.
But no matter what, at least the seeds for the orcs have been planted. It depends on how the subsequent battle with the abyss lord will turn out.
But...where did Tichondrius go? If there was no trace of the Dread Lord behind this incident, Arthas would definitely not believe it.
So, where is this fear lord now?
Just as Arthas was thinking about this problem, his keen sense noticed a sudden slight change in the environment. He waved his right hand, and the pure holy light condensed into halo-like fluctuations and spread towards the surroundings.
After the holy light came into contact with the surrounding plants, Alsace immediately received feedback - someone was hiding in the woods.
Those holy lights immediately turned into flames that were unbearably hot but not life-threatening. Several hiding figures screamed in pain and jumped out from the treetops and shrubs. The golden flames seemed to have spirituality. , driving them together.
When they escaped the pursuit of the flames, they found that the swords of the alliance guards were pointed at their noses.
"Night Elves?" Arthas looked at these elves with some surprise. Judging from their clothes, they should belong to the Sentinel Force, but judging from their broken armor and weapons, they should have been defeated by Grommash. The remnants of the Sentinel Force.
The leading elf among them stared at Arthas with eyes full of hatred, "You guys who are colluding with the orcs, we will not surrender to you!"
Under her leadership, the elf sentries also tried to break through the siege of the alliance guards, but those who followed Arthas to the orc camp were all elite soldiers selected from a hundred. With a few exhausted and injured elves, it was simply wishful thinking.
The captain of the sentry also knew that Alsace was not an ordinary person, otherwise they would not have been discovered so easily and driven together. She thought that she was in danger today and she had accepted her fate.
She and her team members separated from the main force during the retreat, so they reached a consensus, gave up the retreat, and decided to avenge the sacrifice of their compatriots and Cenarius.
They followed the orc troops to this post, preparing to kill the controlled Grommash, but because the guards were too tight, they failed to find an opportunity to do so.
As a result, these night elves saw humans helping the orcs and thought they were allies with the orcs. They immediately felt hatred for humans and were ready to attack Arthas and his team.
In their view, Alsace helped a butcher with bloody hands, so he was also a heinous villain. Unfortunately, before they could take action, Alsace found them first.
Arthas naturally understood the night elves' curses. As he succeeded the Lich King on the Frozen Throne, his eyes and thoughts penetrated countless dead souls, including almost all races on Azeroth. Not only did he gain power, but he also gained ocean-like knowledge.
Not to mention, among the undead loyal to him, there are already orthodox upper elf ghosts from ancient times. Although Arthas has not yet sorted out and absorbed that ancient knowledge, it is too simple to know one or two languages.
Now it seems that these elves have a big "misunderstanding" about themselves!
