Dawn of Lordaeron

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The beastman of the Warsong Lumberyard held a whip on his head, cursing while looking for the disappearance of the hard labor, but until the sun went down and most people had to go back to rest, the foreman still did not find the missing hard labor.

The foreman who really can’t help it can only recognize it. This forest always has an indescribable weirdness, as if there is life. If the hapless guy who doesn’t know where he goes is eaten by a bear or a wolf, it’s also Found.

Among the orc tribes, especially tribes like the Warsong Clan that advocating force, those who are slightly weaker than the orc warriors, and the orcs without the strength to fight have no status at all.

Orcs like this basically have no other destination besides being reduced to drudgery.

Although the new tribe led by Thrall is trying to eliminate some of the bad habits of the old tribe, at least the Warsong clan ruled by Grommash still follows the old tribe's rules.

The missing of a drudge is not a big deal, because in the eyes of Warsong Orcs, they are no different from consumables.

What worries the foreman is that every foreman has a fixed share of timber handed in. If his hard labor disappears, the labor force will naturally decrease. Whether the share can be handed in on time is unknown.

Now Thrall is leading the orcs to build new cities and homes, which require a lot of wood. The Warsong Lumberyard is already overloaded, and the foreman doesn't know where to find someone to make up for this missing work place.

However, what the beast artificial head didn't notice was that he had unknowingly stepped out of the warning area of ​​the Warsong Lumberyard, and went deep into the ancient forest because he was looking for the whereabouts of the orc drudge Bagger.

When he reacted, he could no longer see the fire from the lumber yard.

Standing in the center of the dark woodland, an inexplicable panic suddenly rose in the heart of the beast's artificial head, as if countless pairs of eyes were staring at him.

He lit a torch and raised it high, trying to see what was hidden behind the layered canopy.

-"Whoo!"

There was a slight shock that cut through the air, the head of the animal was black, and the torch fell to the ground.

The red blood slowly flowed out, the foreman's body fell to the ground, the light of the torch was also suppressed by his bloated body, and the entire forest returned to darkness, forming a sharp division from the brightly lit lumberyard with trees. line.

With a few extremely subtle noises, several vigorous figures leaped past the crown and branches, and disappeared without a trace in a flash.

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"Trash! Don't you even look down on the hard labor in a lumber yard?!" Grommash angrily threw the list of missing persons on the ground, "Do I even have to take care of this kind of thing?!"

"But, Chief, we have searched the surrounding woods. Let alone the orcs, we can't even find a rabbit." The orc warlord who was reprimanded had a bitter expression, "Now those hard laborers are very scared, and work efficiency is much lower. "

"A bunch of useless stupid pigs! With so many people missing, there must be some danger near this lumberyard, and you still tell me now that you just searched the surrounding woods?!" Gromash stood up abruptly. A very oppressive body stood in front of the warlord.Dream Island Book Library www.mdsku.com

The orc warlord swallowed—he is not a timid, otherwise he would not be the warlord of the orcs, but the chief of the Warsong clan Grommash Hellscream, few people in the whole tribe may dare to face him face-to-face .

This furious orc warrior has had countless feats and achievements. Even the current Warchief Thrall will give three points to the tribe's veteran.

Now facing Grommash's anger, the orc warlord was a little trembling, not knowing what to say.

"What are you still doing here? Why don't you call for the manpower?" Grommash looked at the warlord with boredom. After passing him, he took off the battle axe [Bloodhowl] hanging on the wall." I want to take people to see in person, what is at stake!"

"Yes Yes!"

The chief of the Warsong clan soon brought together the elite fighters of the clan and broke into the dense forest of Ashenvale all the way.

At the same time, in the ancient elven ruins not far north of the Warsong Lumberyard, Bagger, the orc drudge, who was occupied by the dreadlord, performed evil magic in the ruins of the building.

He wanted to take this opportunity to see if he could find some ancient elves relics left over from the ancient times. After all, it was the elves who had summoned the army to come.

What they left behind might allow Tichondrius to find a way to contact the Legion.

The current situation is that they dare not show their feet in the Eastern Kingdom. The madman-like prince is like a shark that smells blood, looking for the traces of all demons.

And his group of "mad believers" who believed in the Holy Light simply carried out a carpet search of Lordaeron and its surrounding areas.

Perhaps Alsace himself felt that the search was not strong enough, but only the person concerned knew that this level of search covered almost all the areas they could use.

May I ask all areas where there is a chance for demons to infiltrate, they are guarded by paladins and spies. Even if they are devious, they can't be safe.

So in the end all the dreadlords reached a consensus: they planned to temporarily give up doing tricks in the Eastern Kingdoms and instead focus on the distant Kalimdor.

This continent is the real remains of the ancient civilization. The elves who have repelled the Burning Legion rest on the high mountains not far from this forest.

But what makes Tichondrius a little bit happy is that these elves seem to think that their ancient practices are a dead end, and instead abandon arcane magic and return to the ridiculous way of druids.

The night elves did not find Tichondrius who was hiding by magic, but were led to the location of the tribal lumberyard by the trail left by the dreadlord deliberately.

Tichondrius knows too much about these old opponents: the elves who learn the way of druids emphasize the balanced development of nature, and the elves' method of cutting woods by the exhaustion of the orcs will definitely arouse the dissatisfaction of the elves.

The arrogance and conceit of these elves are in their bones. Even after ten thousand years, they still did not realize that it was not the magical power of the Well of Eternity that attracted the Burning Legion, but their endless desire for power... Unable to recognize his wrong arrogance.

I am afraid that these elves, before the time when the Well of Eternity was completely destroyed, and their empire and the world were torn apart, they did not realize what they did and what they brought to Azeroth.

Today, Tichondrius is very interested to see if these arrogant elves will do the same today, ten thousand years later.