Menethil's Power

Chapter 476 Under the Glacier
Dozens of wargs were running on the road, their paws rubbed against the ground, kicking up waves of dust. The cavalrymen on the backs of the wolves were tall and strong, with dark green skin.

They marched along the main road with a clear goal, which was Astrana in the center of Ashenvale, which was supposed to be the territory of the night elf sentry, but these dozens of wolf cavalry went directly to the main entrance, because At this time, another team of orcs was stationed at the gate of this dark night military fortress.

A red-skinned orc.

They looked in awe at the front of the wolf cavalry lineup, the orc in black plate armor riding on a tall white wolf, "Salute to you, Great Chief."

Thrall nodded slightly. Although the complexion of these Warsong orcs made him feel depressed, his expression did not change. The young warchief looked at the inside of the Nighthold occupied by the Warsong clan. All signs indicated that There was a fierce battle not long ago.

"Take us to meet your chief." Behind Thrall, Nazgail, the wolf cavalry commander, said, his expression was not very good.

These Warsong orcs give people the feeling that although they have changed their skin color, they have not lost their minds. This is somewhat beyond Thrall's expectations. Several of them led the chief and his party into Astrana.

This was originally an elegant city, but now it has suffered serious damage. A large number of trees have been burned to ashes, and the statues standing beside the streets are incomplete. Obviously, the orcs cannot appreciate its artistry. Thrall noticed that There was a lot of dried blood. After the killing, the Warsong clan gathered the corpses and burned them, but did not do a comprehensive cleaning.

Sal frowned slightly.

"How many prisoners did you take?" he asked, turning to the captain of the Warsong clan.

"Not a single one, Great Chief, those long-eared elves are very stubborn, so Chief Grom let us give them a good time." The orc grinned. In the value of orcs, this is not cruelty, but a kind of cruelty. A boon, a kind of respect given to an opponent.

Two minutes later, they came to the largest building in Astrana, and Thrall finally saw the chief of the Warsong clan. Not surprisingly, his skin had also turned blood red.

"I need an explanation, Grom." Thrall jumped off his mount Xuege and said in a deep voice.

"What do you need me to explain, Great Chief?" Hellscream seemed very calm, as if he couldn't detect the attitude of Sarsingshi's questioning.

"The great chief has issued orders to you many times in the past half month, asking you to withdraw from Ashenvale, but you have completely disobeyed and instead expanded the war with the night elves." Nazgail accused.

"I have no orders, not a single living orderly to the Warsong clan," Grom said calmly.

"Did you really 'not' receive"?" Nazgail narrowed his eyes.

"Are you questioning me? Do you think I'm a despicable villain who doesn't mean what he says?" Grom's breath also became dangerous.

"That's enough, there's no need to discuss this matter first." Thrall said abruptly. Although Nazgail and Grom were much older than Thrall, they all obeyed his orders.

The young chief looked at Grom again, "Army leaders have the right to make their own decisions. I won't accuse you of this, Gromash, but you must explain your skin color. Our people finally got rid of the demons. The curse of the blood of the dead, but you took your clan back to embrace this evil power, and fell even deeper into it."

The orc's skin was originally brown, but it turned green due to the infection of fel energy, and this blood-red skin had never appeared before, so Thrall was very worried.

"That's right, it's the power of demons." Grom raised his head proudly, "But this time it wasn't given by a powerful being, it's the power we took, and no one can control us because of it. We still have free will."

"The power to seize?" Thrall was taken aback.

"There is a powerful demon hidden in this area. A Darkspear tribal witch doctor sensed his existence, so we found him, killed him and took his power." Grom said with some pride Obviously, he regarded this demon-slaying feat as his own glory.

"Did you never think that this might be a trap?" Thrall looked gloomy, slightly angry, "Grom, you are too reckless!"

"I had to do this under the circumstances. Those night elves summoned a powerful god. The demigod of the jungle named Cenarius can turn the entire forest against us. Therefore, the Warsong clan needs power. I can only bet A hand. Facts have proved that I won the bet, this power from the devil now belongs to us, and the Warsong clan has occupied most of the land in this canyon."

"A demigod?" Thrall didn't show any surprise or joy, but became dignified, "You killed him?"

"No, I just seriously injured him." Grom said with some dissatisfaction.

Thrall was shocked in his heart, but after all he breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems that everything has not reached the point of no return. You must know, Grom, that war is not the solution to all problems. If we want to If you want to survive on this continent, you must establish a good relationship with the residents here, and the war in Ashenvale is actually unnecessary, so I will send someone to ask you to lead the Warsong clan back to the barren land."

"The great chief has recruited a group of new allies in the desolate land to the south. They are the ancient residents of Kalimdor, the tauren." Nazgail continued: "Among those tauren, there are some existences who master the power of nature. They can help us communicate with these night elves and make them willing to trade wood with us, but now this possibility has been almost destroyed by your actions."

Grom snorted, "The Great Chief has never experienced the second war, it is reasonable to have such an idea, but why are you so naive, Nazgail? To this world, we are invaders, if If we don’t declare our existence by means of war, do we still have to plead for the mercy of other races to survive?”

In this regard, Grom needs to see more thoroughly.

"We are not afraid of war, but we should also avoid unnecessary casualties." Thrall said, "The tribe never backs down, but we'd better not take the initiative to provoke a war now, after all, we have just opened up this continent."

"Yes, we are building a new life, but do our compatriots have enough firewood for heating and enough houses to live in? This is our right to live! Do we have to ask other races about these things?" Grom sneered Dao, with blood-red flames shining in his eyes.

Thrall was about to say something, but suddenly a low and rapid horn sounded outside, this sound represented the enemy's attack in the tribe.

"It's the night elves." Grom expressed his bloodthirsty excitement, "They're coming for revenge."

"Gather your men, but don't act rashly." Thrall immediately said sternly to Grom, who decided to deal with the situation himself.

The young warchief went out and found that the Warsong clan was on the move. Most of the Warsong orcs were well-trained veterans who knew what to do in such a situation. The work of defending the city was proceeding in an orderly manner.

After rushing to the outskirts of Astrana, Thrall saw the night elf army. Even in the form of a warchief, he felt a little shocked. Apart from the well-armed night elf sentinels, there were several soldiers in the elf army. A ten-meter-tall giant ancient tree that can move, a strange dragon beast with two heads, and many strange existences that are half-human and half-deer, this army obviously has very good combat effectiveness.

Grom said yes, they came for revenge.

Although he knew that the opponent was aggressive and the visitor was not friendly, Thrall decided to make a little effort. He walked up to the city wall of Astrana and watched the approaching night elf army.

"I am the Great Chief Thrall of the Horde." A thunderous voice sounded throughout the battlefield where the fiercest battle since the Battle of the Quicksands of Kalimdor was about to break out, "Night elves, I need to talk to your leader , We don’t need to fight each other like this.”

However, there was no response, and the descendants of the ancient trees, Chimera, and jungle demigods were still slowly approaching with great pressure.

Obviously, the commander of the night elves didn't have the idea of ​​talking to Thrall. It seemed that in their eyes, orcs were no different from ordinary beasts, and they were not intelligent creatures that could communicate.

The night elves in this period were even more arrogant than the high elves, and immortality allowed them to stand on a high ground and look down on all mortal races.

The chieftain growled at being slighted, making the orcs growl, angry at them.

Thrall sighed, this war is inevitable, the Horde had to fight the Alliance in order to survive during the Eastern Kingdom, and now in Kalimdor, the situation does not seem to have improved much.

He faintly felt that something was wrong, as if someone was secretly affecting everything, the demons in Desolace, the Burning Blade clan that suddenly appeared in Orgrimmar, and the Warsong clan that drank the blood of demons, all of this There seems to be some connection between them.

But these can only be investigated after the battle is over.

Thrall raised the Doomhammer, "Since you don't want to talk too much, then fight if you want, blood and thunder!" he roared.

What responded to him was a blast of thunder, and blazing lightning fell from the sky. This thunderbolt directly hit the Doomhammer, and the intense electric light floated on this pitch-black warhammer, with an astonishing momentum.

Thrall can become the warchief, not just because he is considered to be the successor of Orgrim.

"For the tribe!"

……

At the same time, in the far north, Icecrown Glacier.

The warm holy light circulated on a dazed ghoul, repairing its wounds, reshaping its bones, regenerating its flesh and blood, and it became a complete... ghoul.

"Of course not." Elidie sighed and shook her head.

"Holy light can heal the undead, which is beyond our expectations." Whitemane said with his staff back, his red eyes were full of strange expressions.

"It's strange that only you can heal the undead, but I can't." Priest Delaney thought thoughtfully.

"My Way of Holy Light was introduced by His Highness, and this may be the reason." The bloody priest said, a trace of reverence, or fanaticism, flashed in his eyes.

"Is that so?" Elidie recalled that when Isaacs developed the energy circuit for the Protos crystal, his most unique feature on the path of the Holy Light is that he can directly communicate with the ocean of light. Among the currently known priests , no one else has a similar ability, not including Naaru.

In other words, his holy light is the most essential holy light?Perhaps it is also the case that even the undead who are recognized as the opposite of the Holy Light can be cured.

"You should have the answer now, right?" Whitemane asked Elidi.

After Isaacs killed Ner'zhul, the Scourge fell into a mess, and after he left on the Hyperion, the Scarlet Priests and Elidi stayed here, in order to conduct a discussion on guiding the Protos crystal training.

Elidie has always been curious about the undead. She has never seen such a living dead in Outland. Although it is said that the undead spell comes from the Burning Legion, whether it is Sargeras, Archimonde or Kil'jaeden They look down on them a bit, and they are generally only attacking specific worlds as a means to quickly create cannon fodder. Therefore, only Auchindoun should be able to see some undead creatures in Outland.

Dark magic can transform living beings into undead, so can holy light transform undead into living beings again?With such doubts in mind, Elidie planned to go to Icecrown Glacier to find out. After all, the Northern Expedition Army did not have the habit of keeping undead captives, so she could only conduct field investigations if she wanted to find out.

The Scarlet Priests naturally followed, and before Isaacs left, he ordered them to focus on the Draenei priestess, and Tirion knew that the Scourge in Icecrown Glacier was in chaos at this time, so he did not stop them. Elidie's adventure plan instead sent a group of elite knights as guards.

The landforms of Icecrown Glacier are diverse, including peaks, deep valleys, and several plains. In order to avoid attracting the attention of too many undead, Elidie and Whitemane and his party walked from the edge of the glacier along the deep valley to the center. Exploration, doing so does have enough concealment, after all, there are not many undead in the deep valley, but it also makes them almost ignorant of what is happening outside.

They didn't know that a few hours ago, the situation of Icecrown Glacier had undergone tremendous changes.

Elidie's question has almost been answered at this time. The holy light has the ability to restore most types of creatures to the most perfect state, which is the root of its healing effect, but what changes from living to undead is The essence of life, and the Holy Light can't do anything about it.

This original power does not exist because of creatures, it has its own rules, and these rules will not be transferred due to human will.

After all, there is a huge difference between holy light, life and natural force.

(End of this chapter)