Dawn of Lordaeron

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In the forest not far from the Warsong Lumberyard, on the tall tree canopy, a small group of night elf sentries are closely observing the movements of the orcs.

"Don't worry, their uncharacteristic actions may be to lure us into the bait. We just need to watch them here, and the forest will help us."

The captain of the sentry replied calmly. In her eyes, the orcs were no different from the races that violated the authority of the night elves by their own means.

Maybe their bodies and intelligence are better, but for the night elves, they are completely capable of not putting orcs in their eyes.

The encounters in the forest have explained the problem well. The orcs are more difficult to deal with than the centaur and the boar, but it did not cause more trouble to the sentry.

At this moment, Grommash, the chief of the Warsong clan, was pacing back and forth in his camp a little anxiously, thinking about a way to solve the night elves' troubles.

Affected by the last defeat, Grommash asked the orcs to reduce logging activities and stationed in the barracks to prevent night elves from attacking.

Grommash tried to lead the night elves out of the forest they were familiar with. Only in the open and flat terrain, the orcs could better exert their physical advantages.

However, the night elves were more cautious than Grommash expected. They didn't leave the forest of Ashenvale at all, as if they wanted to encircle the orcs in the logging yard alive.

On the contrary, Grommash himself became more and more anxious, because he realized that the orcs may not be the opponents of the elves.

He might be able to survive one or two attacks, but for the third time, or even more, Gromash thought sensibly that he could never withstand it.

The Warsong Chief felt a deep sense of frustration and powerlessness for the first time. He looked down at his hands and clenched his fists firmly-power, if there is enough power to subvert everything, the Warsong clan and the orcs can get rid of Dilemma!

However, the evil power of the devil's blood has long since faded, and what is left is a body full of sequelae and trauma.

During his life, Grommash Junma was a hero in the eyes of the orcs and an executioner hated by humans, but at this moment, he was just a leader who was in trouble and eager to find a way out.

"Chief!"

A loud roar dispelled Grommash's various thoughts, and he restored his state to normal, "What's the matter?"

"We met a troll witch doctor who said he could help us." The orc scout reported the truth.

Troll witch doctor?

Grommash thought of the trolls who followed Thrall. He had no good feelings for these guys who suddenly joined the tribe, because the tribe had been defeated once by the forest trolls before.

But the current situation does not allow Grommash to choose three things, and must make a decision quickly.

After weighing the pros and cons, Grommash still said, "Let the witch doctor come in."

The troll witch doctor outside the door heard Grommash's words, and he nodded to the orc guard on one side, and the two guards opened the curtain of the camp for him.

The sturdy body of the warsong chieftain's hill caught the eyes of the troll witch doctor. The old troll squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, "Dear Warsong Chief, I'm here to help you." Nuwa Book library www.newbookku.com

"Do you have a way to defeat those elves with pointed ears?"

Grommash looked at the troll witch doctor with doubts. He felt that it was a miracle that this witch doctor could walk by himself on crutches. What help could he offer himself?

"It's impossible for me, an old and feeble troll, to defeat the overlord of this land," the troll witch doctor shook his head regretfully, "but you can, powerful Hellscream."

"Although I don't want to admit it, I can't beat the hiding elves and the protectors of this forest." Grommash frowned, and he began to feel that the witch doctor was talking nonsense. .

The troll witch doctor laughed twice, "Somewhere in this forest, there is a powerful force hidden. It can provide you with enough power to defeat the night elves."

"Go to the mountains in the south...there are answers to questions..."

The voice of the witch doctor began to become illusory and misty like a dream. Grommash was stunned for a while, until the sense of weightlessness awakened him from his absence, and he trembled like a person with a broken dream.

However, the troll witch doctor was no longer in the camp, as if he had never been here.

This made Grommash vigilant. He suddenly stood up, opened the curtain, and shouted at the orc guard standing guard, "Where is the troll witch doctor?"

The orc guard froze for a moment, then pointed outside and said, "He has been away for a while, what happened, Chief?"

Been away for a while?Haven't been fooled by spells?

Grommash's eyes drifted from side to side, but his mind was thinking about what just happened and how credible what the witch doctor said.

In the end, Grommash called on his two guards, left the camp of the logging yard, and went down the river all the way south.

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"Tichondrius, Master Archimonde is very dissatisfied with your progress."

In front of Tichondrius, there was an illusion of the Abyss Lord. After exhausting his efforts to find the items left by the ancient elves, he temporarily contacted the Burning Legion.

"We encountered a little setback, give me some time, I can handle these things, Mannoroth."

Abyss Lord Mannoroth said contemptuously, "You better do it, otherwise you losers will bear the anger of Lord Archimonde."

This idiot lizard only knows to use Archimonde's reckless man to suppress people!If he came to Azeroth by himself, he would have been dismantled a long time ago and turned into materials in the laboratory!

Although he was very disdainful of Mannoroth and his reckless master, Tichondrius still behaved very humble now, because he lost control of the Scourge Legion and he did not want Kil'jaeden to know for the time being.

If Kil'jaeden knew that they were almost handing over the Scourge, Natich's Dios would rather let Archimonde deal with him.

The title of "fraudster" in the Burning Legion is far more frightening than the "polluter". Even the scheming and cunning Nathrezim is unwilling to offend and violate Kil'jaeden.

"I'm naturally willing to accept the punishment for the loser, but now is the first step in our plan. I will call you to come to Azeroth. I need your power to make those orcs fall into frenzy again."

Mannoroth sprayed hot sulphur flames from his nose, which seemed to confirm the pleasure of the abyss lord, "Orcs? I would love to enslave those'cute' little reptiles once."