It would be a lie to say that Thrall was not nervous when he faced the entire elves alone. He would even be more nervous than any ordinary orc because of the responsibility on his shoulders.
Not long after Thrall and his men set up camp at the intersection of Ashenvale leading deeper into the forest, his scouts brought him news.
"Great Chief, the elves...are already here."
Thrall took a deep breath, and the fingers holding the handle of the Doomhammer tightened unconsciously, and the finger bones turned white. An invisible pressure fell on his shoulders at this moment.
Raising the Doomhammer and carrying it on the black iron shoulder armor, Thrall led several elite orc soldiers to the road and waited for the arrival of the elves.
He could already feel the pressure approaching.
The mounts of the night elves are usually huge night sabers. These blessed beasts are not only more agile and stronger than any beast in the forest, but also have intelligence that is not weaker than that of ordinary people.
They can obey their master's orders very well, and rely on their strong bodies to carry the elves quickly through the forest.
Moreover, even if they are not carrying elven sentries, without their sharp moon blades and fast arrows, their own fangs and claws are extremely deadly weapons.
Even the orc warriors dare not say that they can fight a night saber alone in the forest.
The night elves abandoned the path of arcana and magic and turned to the embrace of the forest. Tens of thousands of years of tradition made them the protectors of the forest. At the same time, the forest also tried its best to protect the elves.
When the orcs cut down trees, they are equivalent to destroying the cornerstone of the elven race, which is why the Ashenvale sentries reacted so violently.
However, the orcs didn't know this at the beginning. They just followed traditions and habits and came to cut down trees in dense forest areas - so this is not only revenge and war, but also a conflict between consciousness and culture.
However, the orcs were the one at fault from the moment they drank the demon's blood, otherwise Thrall would not have personally come to seek peace from the elves.
The footsteps of the night saber made no sound even in the forest covered with fallen leaves. When Thrall and his men noticed the elves, they had been targeted by countless sharp arrows, moon blades and spells. .
Thrall's skin was covered in pimples one after another. His long life as a gladiator made him understand that he was exposed to an extremely dangerous situation, and any movement could lead to him being shot by a hedgehog.
Thrall wrapped his voice with the power of the elements, so that even people who couldn't understand Orcs and Common Language could clearly understand what he was saying.
"Please wait a moment, we don't have any bad intentions here! We are here to negotiate!"
The night elves' sentries separated a path, and a female elf riding a huge white night saber came out of the team. She was wearing a pure priest's robe with white as the main color. The surface of the soft robe seemed to reflect Peaceful moonlight.
"You invaded our territory, cut down these ancient and precious trees, and massacred our sentries and people. What else do we have to talk about?"
The voice of the priestess was cold and ethereal, as if it came from the noble goddess above the moon.
Thrall kept his attitude very low, hoping that through this simple conversation, the elves could temporarily put aside their estrangements and join forces to fight against the devil, "Dear lady, we do not mean to offend, but our people have also been deceived by the devil. , they did not fall voluntarily.”
The priestess' slender and beautiful eyebrows were squeezed together, and she asked, "If I can use such an excuse to wash away the sins of the orcs, how can I be worthy of those innocent victims?
I will never trust any orc again who has committed numerous crimes against the forest and my people. "
After listening to the priestess's statement, Thrall's face became very bitter, but he still did not give up hope and wanted to continue to explain, "Please give us another chance. The orcs also hate those demons. They want to see The reason is that we fight in the forest and give them the opportunity to infiltrate."
The priestess remained unmoved. She even stopped answering Thrall's words. She just looked at Thrall and the orcs behind him slightly disappointedly. She shook her head, turned and walked into the team.
The eyes of the elves immediately became sharp. Now that their priestess has given up talking to the orcs, it is time to deal with Thrall and his party.
Thrall noticed that the elves had fully drawn the bow strings in their hands. He gritted his teeth and was about to use the power of the elements to protect the compatriots behind him when a low and penetrating male voice came into the tense situation.
"Dear Priestess of the Moon Tyrande Whisperwind, Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, what this orc said is not half false. The situation now is more urgent than ever. We can no longer set off unprovoked We must unite to fight against the devil."
"That prophet in the dream?!"
Thrall turned his head and stared in shock at the man wearing brown-grey robes and holding an exquisite crow-headed staff. He originally thought that it was an illusion that only existed in dreams, but he actually appeared alive. in front of myself.
"Is it you again?"
The elves also reacted. A tall elf man with a naked upper body full of muscles stood up. His beard hung down to his chest, antlers were born on his head, and there were crow-like feathers on the outside of his two arms. Wearing clothes that are leaky, but just standing there, it seems that you can see the entire wilderness and woodland.
The archdruid, Malfurion Stormrage, was a little tired of this mysterious man appearing again. "Suspicious guy, stop pretending to be a ghost here. Although we will not implicate innocent people, if you Don’t blame us for being merciless if you shield the orcs ignorantly.”
"hehe."
The mysterious man was not moved by Malfurion's threat at all. He just leaned on his staff and chuckled. "Dear Archdruid, if my words are not enough, maybe someone else will come soon." Come and prove what I say.”
As soon as his voice fell, bursts of rapid horse hoofbeats came from the other end of the forest path. A group of human knights wearing armor and blue and gold ribbons, holding high the flag of the First Legion of Lordaeron, were rushing towards the two sides. An army rushed from the center.
"stop--!"
The blond young man at the head pulled the reins, and the front hooves of the war horse under his crotch were raised high, stirring up a burst of dust. He shouted loudly in ancient Salas, "Arch Druid Malfurion, please don't be angry for now. , I have evidence to prove that this guy’s words are true!”
He used a human face to speak the ancient Thalassian language that many elves could not master, which attracted the attention of many elves. Even Tyrande and Malfurion looked at this in surprise. A blond knight, his accent sounded like that of an upper elf noble from ten thousand years ago.
