Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Grommash panted and drew blood from the chest of the half-man and half-deer forest god. He was covered in wounds caused by thorns and bleeding, but he didn't even wrinkle his brows, as if the injury did not exist. general.

The eyes of Cenarius, the god of the forest, were dim, and he was obviously dead for a long time. Grommash's fatal blow almost penetrated his chest, and his strong heart was pierced by the axe blade of Gorehowl.

Even though Cenarius was a demigod with strong vitality and a druid close to nature, the vigorous vitality provided by the two could not allow him to survive Grommash's axe blade.

Grommash's blood mixed with his red skin, making it impossible to distinguish. After drinking the fallen blood of the Abyss Lord, he once again found himself, the powerful feeling in his hand.

Cenarius is very strong. Grommash thinks this is the toughest opponent he has ever met in his life, but in the end, he is still better than himself.

After the chiefs of the Warsong clan killed the forest god, the morale of the night elves almost fell to the bottom.

Although some druids saw the desecration and beheading of the gods they believed and respected, and attacked the orcs madly, the warsong orcs who drank the blood of their patriarchs were not afraid of the druid's claws and Spell, the druid who rushed into the orc front was quickly flooded by the red tide.

"Woo-"

The low sound of the horn spread throughout the forest, and the remaining night elf sentries and druids heard the horn, their expressions became tangled and sluggish, and in the end they still obeyed the meaning of the horn.

--retreat.

Although the Warsong clan has already defeated the elven troops in Ashenvale, this is the site of the night elves after all. Their familiarity with the terrain and the help provided by nature make them quickly like swimming fish jumping into the water. Get rid of the chase of the orcs.

The warsong orcs who have lost their target can only vent their anger and bloodthirsty desire on the fallen night elves and their allies who have not died yet.

While Grommash was taking his tribe to "enjoy" the carnival as a conqueror, the two troops ran into each other at the entrance to Ashenvale in the Barrens.

On one side is the Alliance Army led by Varian, and on the other is the Orc Army led by Thrall.

The so-called meeting of enemies was extremely jealous. If it weren't for Varian and Thrall's strong blocking, I am afraid the vanguards of the two teams have already collided together.

Thrall frowned as he looked at the mighty human army and the tauren warriors inside, wondering in his heart: Why did humans appear on this continent, and it seems that they have gained new allies here?

Varian was surprised at why an army of orcs suddenly appeared in this place. According to intelligence, they should be busy rebuilding their homeland.

Thrall, who only relied on thinking and resolving his unhappy doubts, rode to the forefront, and shouted in standard human common language, "I am the warchief of the tribe now: Thrall! Let your leader come out and talk to me."

Varian and Muradin looked at each other, and the king of Stormwind rode forward, and the well-trained army quickly made way for their king.

"I am the king of Stormwind, Varian Wrynn. I didn't expect that there are orcs who can speak lingua franca. I thought you were all crude savages." Varian calmly faced Thrall, he It can be seen that this orc is very young, but I don't know if he is as irritable as other young people.90dy look at www.90dy.com

However, Thrall was not angry at Varian’s words. He stopped the orcs around him who wanted to rush forward to challenge Varian, and said calmly, "We didn’t come here to fight, our people were trapped. In this ancient forest, we just want to take them home."

Thrall did not want to engage in a battle with humans here, as that would undoubtedly be a major blow to the newly formed new tribe, so he wanted to spend the present situation in a more peaceful way.

"Really? My scout told me that there are many unreasonable things in the forest. We suspect that there is some kind of evil power at work. Could it be you who are doing the trick?"

Varian's words were full of questioning and irony.

"We are also victims, from the beginning," Thrall's voice was dull, "The orcs now are different from the previous ones. I don't plan to start a war again. So please don't hinder us from entering Ashenvale. ."

Thrall's messenger told him that Grommash was in great trouble in Ashenvale. Thrall, worried about his friend's safety, immediately led a part of the orc army and prepared to go to Ashenvale to rescue Grommash.

The Kalimdor continent is full of mysteries for the orcs. If Grommash encounters an accident, it will undoubtedly be a major blow to the newborn tribe.

Whether from a personal or tribal perspective, Thrall must choose to rescue Grommash, but what he didn't know was that Grommash, who had drunk the blood of the devil, had long since become a killing machine. The elves fought together.

Thrall's shaman ability made him foretell that terrible changes have taken place in the forest. These days, his mood has been disturbed, and he had to step into this place because he had planned not to go deep into Ashenvale.

Unexpectedly, before entering Ashenvale, he happened to encounter the Alliance advance troops led by Varian.

After helping the tauren to find a new home, Varian thought that he must seize the Barrens to the pass of Ashenvale, otherwise the Alliance's plan to find the night elves would be very troublesome.

As a result, by coincidence, the two people collided together on the plain outside Ashenvale, forming a tense situation. Thrall was thinking about how to get rid of the alliance and go to rescue Gromash first, while Varian thought about it. Whether or not to do something to the orcs.

Encounters with orcs on the plains have no advantage for humans. Although there are tauren to join, their number is somewhat small, which is not a big improvement in the frontal battle.

Just when Varian hesitated, a dazzling blue light flashed behind the human front, and the soldiers cheered, as if they were welcoming some hero.

They gave up a path, and a knight in exquisite armor rode out of the crowd on a horse. He walked to Varian's side and whispered, "Let them go in and help us find the way first."

Varian nodded insignificantly, and said to Thrall, "Maybe the Holy Light has pity on your fate, and I won't embarrass you anymore today."

After finishing speaking, he rode his horse back to the alliance team without looking back and led the troops away from the pass between Ashenvale and the Barrens. Soon, the alliance troops disappeared from Thrall's vision.

"Warchief, humans have always been cunning, is this their trick?" an orc asked beside Thrall.

Thrall shook his head. He didn't know if he was saying no, or he didn't know. In short, he stopped mentioning things related to humans and rushed into Ashenvale with a team of orcs.