Menethil's Power

Chapter 490 Blood Stained Wilderness

Kalimdor, Ashenvale.

Lunara, the eldest daughter of Cenarius, looked at the battlefield in front of her, a cold light flashed in her emerald green eyes.

The battle of Astlanar is over, the ancient race defeated the tyrannical alien, the army of sentinels and ancient forces of nature has won, and the city has been restored.

The ground is full of crimson bodies of orcs, and of course there are more treants that have been shattered into pieces, mountain giants that have been cut into stones, and the corpses of large beasts such as giant bears and night sabers. In the face of the evil orc's blade attached to the evil energy, it is as fragile as a newborn baby, and its solid shell and torso are useless.

The Sentinels also had some sacrifices, while Faerie Dragon and Chimera didn’t suffer much. Orcs don’t have too strong anti-air power, except for the orc leader who can call elements to help, he summoned a powerful lightning storm, Faerie dragons are immune to most spells, but Chimera can only bear it sternly.

The scarlet blood of the evil orcs flowed on this land, exuding an astonishing stench, and the evil energy contained in it continued to spread. Lunara showed a look of disgust. As a daughter of nature, she naturally couldn't see it. these sights.

These orc monsters are as evil as the demons she saw in Quel'Thalas, and from her human friends, she knew that these monsters from another world had tried to invade the continent of the Eastern Kingdom, and now, they will The claws reached out to Kalimdor.

Thinking of the bloodthirsty and fury shown by those orcs just now, as well as the heavy loss suffered by the spirit of nature, Lunara felt extremely sullen. Nature is quiet, peaceful, and orderly, but these orcs are completely Opposition, savage, warlike, chaotic.

Thrall led the orcs to establish a new tribe. He obviously wanted to establish the image of the orcs, at least to let other races change the stereotype that the orcs are stupid butchers, but this time Grom obviously made what Thrall had said before. Everything you do is useless.

After this battle was over, it was almost impossible for the night elves and orcs to live in peace.

Lunara is not afraid of war. In fact, the dryad is very happy and good at fighting, otherwise she would not take the initiative to cross the sea to help Isaacs.But the leaders of those evil orcs just now still left a huge psychological shadow on her.

In the entire night elf army, there was no existence that could confront him head-on. Lunara and Sentinel General Shandris Feather Moon took advantage of the advantages of long-range shooters and skillful coordination to delay this terrifying warrior in a short time, but There is still an ancient tree of wisdom that is tens of thousands of years old, which was split in half by Gore Howl.

Although feeling angry, Lunara knew that she should have been mentally prepared. After all, her father almost died at the hands of the other party. The jungle demigod is currently recuperating in Moonglade. It may take decades to fully recover. Her older brother, Remulos the Keeper, is doing all he can to heal their father.

However, the orcs retreated after all because of too many casualties. The powerful orc warrior seemed to be a little bit unsatisfied, and he retreated only at the insistence of another leader riding a frost wolf.The orcs headed east, back to their first stronghold from the Barrens into Ashenvale.

Astlanar was back in the hands of the night elves. Although it was only lost for a few days, it was devastated, and there were not even a few survivors.

The corpses of orcs can be seen everywhere, but it is not difficult for Lunara to clean them up. A large number of saplings and vines grow rapidly based on these wreckages, and soon completely cover this area.

After all, Lunara is not as good as her father. When Cenarius summons those trees, he will transform them into tree guardians. Lunara can't do this for the time being, but it just purifies the evil Polluted land can still be done.

Sentinel General Shandris Feather Moon came to the dryad. The friendship between the two lasted for nearly ten thousand years. After all, neither the current night elves nor the heirs of the demigod seem to have to consider the issue of lifespan.

"It seems that we don't want the High Priest Tyrande to come forward in person for now, but what should we do next?" Shandris asked: "Continue to pursue?"

Lunara nodded slightly, her face was stern. The reason why she appeared here and formed an army to fight against the orcs was essentially to avenge her father, so there was no reason to just let those orcs go.

Since you provoke nature, you must bear the wrath of nature.

However, at this moment, a small black dot suddenly appeared in the sky. It was a pitch-black raven. The raven hovered and landed in front of Lunara and Shandris. Googo looked at them.

Lunara could feel the difference in the bird in front of her. She was sure that it was not a real beast. "Who are you?" the Dryad asked directly.

Violet light began to appear, and Raven's body began to swell. Huawei was a mage in a gray-black robe, with a serious face and a focused expression.

If Isaacs was here, of course he would be able to call out the name of the former guardian and the current prophet Medivh, but in Kalimdor, especially to the Kaldorei, he is just a stranger.

"A...human?" Shandris couldn't help but ask in surprise. Her knowledge of humans was still that of the red-haired mage during the War of the Ancients.

"It should be, anyway, even I don't know what kind of existence I should be." Medivh said indifferently.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" Lunara asked, she had the experience of going to the Eastern Kingdom, especially after making friends with Isaacs, the dryad knew that this short-lived race should not be underestimated, What's more, she can also feel an incredible power from the human mage in front of her. The dryad is sensitive to magic by nature, and her feeling will never go wrong.

"I am a sinner, and I am paying for my sins." Medivh replied, "I have seen some future judgments from a life-by-death experience, so I come to warn you."

This mysterious speaking style made Lunara frowned, "You? Warn me?"

Medivh turned around and looked at the vegetation that had just grown and covered the battlefield, "There are enough bones under these roots, there is no need for you to attack the orcs, it will only add more unnecessary bloodshed .”

"You are a human, and you are speaking for the orcs?" Lunara's face turned cold. "They are invaders! We must drive them out of Ashenvale, not to mention that they seriously injured my father."

"Today's orc tribe is completely different from the past." Medivh shook his head lightly, "At least their leader has the willingness to live in peace with you, and the reason for this war is that some people with ulterior motives are Guiding in the dark, if you continue to attack, it will allow their plan to proceed, and will eventually brew a crisis that affects the world."

"Is it so important?" Lunara was noncommittal, the dryad raised her hand and twirled her tree spear, and looked sideways at Medivh, with a defensive gleam in her eyes, "Your words are so crazy, you think I will believe it You?"

"Then do you trust your human friend? That Prince Isaacs of Lordaeron." Maddie was confident.

Lunara's pupils constricted suddenly, and after a while, her guard relaxed a little, "Yes, he is indeed trustworthy." The dryad recalled the battle experience with Isaacs, and that he was the first one who could Humans who entered the Emerald Dream, "But what about you, what do you have to do with him?"

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"Why do you want me to retreat, Thrall? I'm about to take that doe's head off!" Grom growled, his eyes blazing.

"Keep calm, Grom! Don't let those bloodthirsty thoughts control you!" Thrall also growled, controlling Xue Ge under him to sneak smoothly. Behind him and Grom was a group of wolf cavalry, And the remaining warriors of the Warsong clan.

Thrall continued to say to Grom: "Yes, you are indeed invincible, and the newly acquired power makes you stronger than ever before, but you have to see that your clansmen have suffered serious injuries, so continue fighting Half of the Warsong clan will die here! What's more, you have wounded an Azeroth demigod. If you kill his daughter again, there will be no possibility of reconciliation between us and the Kaldorei. !"

"Why reconcile? We can kill them all, so that the entire continent will belong to the tribe."

"Damn!" Thrall ignited a flame of anger in his heart, "We can't achieve all our goals through war and killing! Our compatriots can't satisfy their living needs through killing and plundering!"

He has already seen that Grom is almost in the state of drinking the blood of the devil, and his strength becomes stronger, but he is violent, irritable, and gradually loses his sanity.

He wasn't the same Grom now.

If Grom is directly controlled by some evil existence, then Thrall will save him at all costs, but here lies the trouble. Grom suddenly changed his temperament, but still retained his independent will. This made Thrall very troubled.

It is impossible for him to directly revoke the position of a chieftain, because the tribal chieftains united to form the tribe, not the tribe appointed them as tribal chieftains, and even if he did, even if Grom had no objection, the Warsong clan would not agree.

The skin of this clan has turned red, but they are still orcs, have previous memories, and identify with the Horde. More importantly, the Horde is still very dependent on the power of the Warsong clan, so Thrall can't say anything to drive them away.

Then the only thing to do is to wait, to wait for the person behind the scenes to surface.

The Burning Legion apparently didn't understand that a slow erosion would probably be better than a direct invasion and corruption.

The withdrawn troops rushed into the Splinterwood sentry, and the warriors of the Warsong clan who were still active immediately set up emergency defenses. They all believed that the night elves would step up their attacks, so they would do the most correct thing without orders at all. .

However, Thrall didn't have such an idea. He glanced at the wooden city wall of the Brokenwood Watchtower. "It's impossible to hold this place. We must retreat to the Barrens," he said.

The scene suddenly fell into silence,
"You mean, let's just leave this place like cowards?" Grom asked, his voice suddenly cold.

"This is a decision made based on the war situation, and it has nothing to do with cowards or not!" Thrall tried his best to explain.

"But that means we are retreating, and it means the defeat of the Warsong clan." Grom's face turned cold, "Thal, I used to think that you were as firm and strong as your father, and that you inherited Doomhammer, you would You are a qualified chief, but it seems that I was wrong, you have been enslaved by humans for too long, so that you are contaminated with their hesitation and weakness."

"I don't quite understand what you mean." Thrall's tone also turned cold.

"We elected you as the great chief to let you lead the tribe back to glory, not to let you use what humans do to us orcs." Grom shook his head, "It turns out that you are really not suitable to lead the tribe , but because you were elected by all the orcs, then we will use the orcs to solve the problem."

The chief of the Warsong clan carried a banner all year round, and now he pulled out the banner and inserted it between himself and Thrall, "I, Grommash Hellscream, challenge Warchief Thrall to Mak'gora."

He looked directly at Thrall, the fire still in his eyes.

The orcs around were a little surprised, but soon a faint excitement began to spread, and they spontaneously gathered around.

"Makgola!"

"Makgola!"

"Makgola!"

Rhythmic shouts followed one after another, and soon formed a wave.

Mak'Gora, in the language of the orcs, means a duel.

(End of this chapter)