"Has the message been sent?"
In the camp at the junction of the Barrens and Ashenvale, the tent in the war conference room was lit all night. Varian opened the curtain and walked in.
Arthas withdrew his attention from the map and looked up at Varian, "Lordaeron and Kul Tiras are already in a state of war readiness. The Silver Hand and the First Legion, as well as Kul Tiras Sri Lanka's navy will arrive at Kalimdor in the shortest possible time."
"Stormwind City's expeditionary force is also on standby at the Stormwind City port," Varian looked at the map that was almost completely marked by Arthas and couldn't help but ask, "It seems that the opponent we face may be unprecedentedly terrifying."
Arthas stopped writing and drawing, "That may be the most terrifying enemy in the entire history of Azeroth."
"I know, I know, otherwise you wouldn't be so prepared," Varian pulled out a chair and sat on it. "When you were ordered to attack the orcs, I never saw you being so serious."
"The orcs destroyed most of human civilization and almost brought the human race to the brink of extinction. Without Sir Lothar and the brave warriors of the expeditionary force, we wouldn't be sitting here today."
Arthas put the quill on the table, looked at the map he had drawn, and sighed, "But the enemy we have to face next has destroyed countless civilizations. They are the endless void outside Azeroth." Enemy of all life in the world.”
Yes, for humans, the orcs are a powerful enemy that they can barely defeat with the help of the entire clan, but they are just pawns arranged by the Burning Legion in their spare time.
The Burning Legion, which is as simple as destroying planets and drinking water, is not an opponent on the same level or even the same dimension as the orcs.
Even Arthas felt that Azeroth was able to repel the Burning Legion's attacks time and time again. Although there were countless heroes who dedicated themselves to their homeland, most of them were actually due to the Burning Legion themselves underestimating the enemy, and Azeroth. Lars is lucky in some way.
Therefore, even Arthas dare not say that he is completely sure that they can defeat the Burning Legion.
But no matter what, this battle is inevitable. Since Tichondrius can summon Mannoroth, they can also summon Archimonde and more other demons.
When notifying various members of the alliance to prepare for this unprecedented war, Arthas also sent letters to Thrall.
…
Sal held the wrinkled letter and fell into deep thought.
Grommash, who was sitting next to him, saw Thrall's solemn look and asked, "What did the human prince say?"
"He said Mannoroth was hiding in the southern valley..."
When Grommash heard this name, an uncontrollable anger surged up. Chief Warsong clenched his fists and temporarily suppressed his anger. He had already missed something because of his anger. If he still couldn't control his Anger will cause greater trouble sooner or later.
Thrall looked at the elder and friend beside him with half satisfaction and half helplessness, and sighed, "You can finally control that endless anger, Grommash... But before we deal with the abyss lord, There is something more troublesome waiting for us.
The elves will not forget the blood they shed in Ashenvale. Their army is coming towards us. If we cannot temporarily appease their emotions, we may face a devastating blow. "
The new tribe was still very fragile and could not withstand the attacks of behemoths like the elves. Thrall knew that if they wanted to gain a foothold in Kalimdor, they had to be cautious and look forward and backward.
The remaining orcs are not Chaos who drank demonic blood, and do not have the ability to fight the elves to the death. Moreover, Thrall has exhausted all his abilities and cannot let the orcs and elves start a war again.
This is the situation that the devil most wants to see. The creatures of Azeroth are killing each other, falling into chaos and killing, and have no time to take care of the coming of the Burning Legion.
By the time everyone repented, it was already too late.
Thinking of this, Thrall gave the order in an unquestionable tone - this was the first time he had spoken to Grommash in such a tone.
"Take our people and evacuate the Ashen Valley first. I will bring a small team to negotiate with the elves myself!"
Grommash's eyes widened and he punched the wooden table. "Are you crazy, Thrall? In the eyes of those guys, we are just barbarians, and they will not negotiate with us!"
The Warsong clan and themselves were in dire straits because of the elves' attack without warning. Now that Thrall said that he was going to negotiate with the elves, in Grommash's view, he was undoubtedly seeking his own death.
But Sal smiled bitterly, "Is there any other way?"
This left Grommash speechless for a moment. His brain was working rapidly, and he finally proposed, "Then let me go. You have to live and lead the tribe!"
"Don't be stupid, Grommash. If I go, I will still have a chance to talk to the elves. If you go, they will probably take action right away - they don't know what a crazy Hellscream is and a not-crazy Hellscream." the difference."
Grommash grabbed his hair anxiously, "I can't just watch you fall into danger! This is my responsibility. Even if those elves kill me, I will accept it."
"There's nothing to talk about in this matter. Only I can go, and I must go, and... things may not be as absolute as you think." Thrall seemed confident, and he patted Grommash's hand. Shoulder, "Go and take the soldiers and withdraw from the forest, or stay at the edge of the forest."
After saying that, the warchief picked up the Doomhammer and walked out of the camp, leaving no more time for Grommash to persuade him.
Thrall, who was leading his troops to contact the elves, was also filled with anxiety. His connection with the elements made him clearly feel that an ancient and vicissitudes of energy came from the north of the Ashenvale forest. It seemed that the entire forest was being destroyed. What arousal.
It seemed that the elves were really angry - the blood they had shed for thousands of years was not as much as the orcs who drank the demonic blood brought to them.
"Warchief." A strong voice woke Thrall from his thoughts.
"Ah...Saurfang," Thrall responded, "What's the matter?"
The old orc named Saurfang paused, as if hesitating whether to express his inner doubts.
Thrall also saw Saurfang's hesitation. He smiled and said, "It doesn't matter. If you have any opinions, you can tell me."
"That human prince... I don't think we should trust him too much. I have to admit that that guy is probably the most difficult guy to deal with among humans, not just because he seems to be able to foresee everything and is prepared in advance. , and he made no secret of his hatred for the orcs.”
"I know."
Unexpectedly, Thrall just said calmly, "Of course I know that Arthas has never completely trusted us. In his eyes, the orcs are just tools that can be used temporarily to protect his country. and the tools of this world.
However, our goal now is the same as his, which is not to let Azeroth repeat the mistakes of Draenor - if we fail to do this, it will make no difference whether the orcs bleed or not.
Moreover, this prince did not hide his attitude, which is not a bad thing now. At least it made us see clearly that he has no good opinion of us, which made me feel more at ease to cooperate with him.
A person who is good at hiding his true thoughts is the most terrifying, but a person who puts his hatred on the surface is not so scary.
but……"
Thrall didn't finish speaking, and seemed to be hesitant, "Forget it, if that's really the case, then the decision has nothing to do with us. We just need to convince the elves for the time being... for the time being..."
