Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Hearing Mannoroth's name, Grommash's expression darkened at first, but in an instant, the lowness on his face was swept away. He stood up and took his tomahawk gore from Thrall.

"I'll cut off that stubborn head by myself."

The orc's tone was calm, but anyone could hear the unforgettable anger in his words.

If Grommash fell into the trap of Mannoroth again, his heart was full of fear and regret, now he has forgotten all this, only the one who kills Mannoroth is left. Hearing anger.

The demons treat the orcs as chess pieces and toys, and think that they can play with the orcs in their applause with just a few tricks. Grommash has had enough of this fate that is at the mercy of others.

However, before Grommash's blood could reach its climax, it was completely extinguished by Alsace's pot of cold water.

"Think about it first, how to deal with the night elves who have formed hatred with you-you have killed their most noble demigod."

Grommash's body froze immediately, and under the reminder of Arthas, he thought of this very fatal problem for the orcs.

Thrall heard the words with a bitter face, "This...I can only hope to explain clearly to the elves..."

"I'm afraid it's a bit difficult, Thrall, things are not so optimistic," Grommash also sighed. "The guy named Cenarius insists on thinking that we are the running dogs of the devil. Since the elves regard him as a god, they I am afraid that the ethnic group is as stubborn as this demigod."

Arthas was silent. He knew very well that Grommash was basically talking about ten to nine. At this time, the night elves had more stinky tempers than any race. Any explanation from the orcs would most likely be Won't listen.

Unless... someone who can influence the opinions of the night elves can stand up and mediate.

This person is certainly not Arthas. He just came to form an alliance with the night elves. Even if the night elves are not ignorant of the Eastern Kingdom, how much attention can they pay to a prince of a human kingdom?

"Well, what I should say and what I should do is done, and the rest is up to you."

After helping Gromash escape Mannoroth's control, Arthas planned to leave, but Thrall stopped Alsace's footsteps.

"please wait."

"Ok?"

Arthas turned around and looked at Thrall. He saw the warchief take out a bone talisman and hand it over to Arthas.

"Although we may be rivals in the past, present and future, this time, I have inherited your love. Orcs are not an ungrateful race. As long as you hold this talisman, I will help you unconditionally. ." Thrall said solemnly.

Arthas held the talisman and looked at it for a moment, his expression unchanged, but he nodded slightly, "I see, thank you."

After speaking, Arthas walked out of the tribe camp, and left here with the Alliance guards who followed him, leaving Thrall and Grommash watching the prince away.

"He doesn't look like the rumor at all." Grommash's dull voice sounded, and he couldn't figure out why this man, who can be said to be the tribe's greatest enemy, would help him out of Mannoroth's control.

"The rumors are always made up by other people adding fuel and jealousy, exaggerating and fabricating. If you really want to see what a person is like, you must face him face to face." Thrall raised his palm, and the breeze of Ashenvale passed between his fingers. "This This prince is different from us." Nuancai Literature Network www.ncwxxs.com

"Is this what the element told you?"

"No, my instinct told me." Thrall nodded his head with a finger.

On the way back to the camp, Arthas played with the amulet that Thrall gave him. This amulet made from the teeth of an unknown beast was engraved with the red flag of the tribe and exuded weak shamanic magic.

After staring at it for a while, Arthas retracted him into his space backpack. He felt that this thing might not be useful to him.

But in any case, at least the seeds of the orcs have been planted, and it depends on how the battle with the abyss lord will go.

But...where did Tichondrius go?To say that behind this incident, there was no shadow of this dreadlord, Arthas would definitely not believe it.

So, where is this dreadlord now?

As Arthas was thinking about this problem, his keen perception sensed that the environment suddenly changed slightly. With a wave of his right hand, the pure holy light condensed into halo-like fluctuations and spread towards the surroundings.

After the Holy Light came into contact with the surrounding plants, Arthas immediately got feedback that someone was hiding in the woods.

The holy light immediately turned into a blazing, unbearable flame that would not harm your life. Several hidden figures cried out in pain, and jumped out of the treetops and bushes. The golden flame seemed to have spirituality. , Drove them to gather together.

When they escaped from the pursuit of Guangyan, they found that the sword of the Alliance guard had pointed their nose.

"Night elves?" Arthas looked at these elves somewhat unexpectedly. From their costumes, they were supposed to belong to the sentry troops, but the broken armor and weapons on them should be defeated by Gromash. Remnants of the sentinel troops.

The elf headed by them stared at Arthas with hostile eyes, "You guys who are in trouble with the orcs, we will not give in to you!"

Under her leadership, the elven sentries tried to break through the siege of the Alliance guards, but the elite soldiers who followed Arthas to the orc camp were all elite soldiers out of a hundred. With a few exhausted and wounded elves, they were simply wishful thinking.

The captain of the sentry also knew that Arthas was not an ordinary person, otherwise they would not have been found and driven together so easily. She thought she was guilty of her own fate today.

She and her team broke away from the main force during the retreat, so they reached a consensus, gave up the retreat, and decided to avenge the sacrificed compatriots and Cenarius.

They followed the orcs to this sentry post, ready to desperately kill Grommash under control, but because the guards were too strict, they could not find a chance to start.

As a result, these night elves saw humans helping the orcs, thinking that they were in an alliance with the orcs, and suddenly hated the humans, ready to take action against Arthas and his team.

In their opinion, Arthas helped a butcher with bloody hands, so he was also a heinous villain, but unfortunately, they were found out by Arthas before he did it.

Arthas naturally understood the night elves' screams. He succeeded the Lich King on the Frozen Throne. His eyes and thoughts penetrated countless dead souls, including almost all races on Azeroth. But not only gained power, but also ocean-like knowledge.

Not to mention, among the undead who were loyal to him, there were originally orthodox upper elf ghosts in the ancient times. Although Arthas had not yet sorted out and absorbed those ancient knowledge, it was too simple to know one or two languages.

Now it seems that these elves have a big "misunderstanding" about themselves!