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In the camp at the junction of Barrens and Ashenvale, the tent of the combat meeting room was lit up all night, and Varian opened the curtain and walked in.

Arthas took his attention from the map and looked up at Varian, "Lordaeron and Kul Tiras are already in combat readiness, the Silver Hand and the First Legion, and Kul Tiras. Sri Lanka’s navy will arrive at Kalimdor in the shortest time."

"Stormwind's expeditionary force is also on standby in Stormwind Port," Varian couldn't help but ask as he looked at the map almost filled with Alsace, "It looks like the opponent we are facing is unprecedentedly terrifying."

Arthas stopped writing and painting, "That may be the most terrifying enemy in the entire history of Azeroth."

"I know, I know, otherwise you wouldn't be so serious," Varian pulled out a chair and sat on it. "When you were ordered to attack orcs, I had never seen you so serious."

"The orcs have destroyed most of the human civilization and almost brought the human race to the brink of extinction. If there were no Sir Lothar and the expeditionary warriors who stepped forward, there would be no you and I sitting here today."

Arthas put the quill on the table, looked at the map filled with himself, and sighed, "But the enemies we will face next have destroyed countless civilizations. They are the endless void outside Azeroth. The enemy of all life in the game."

Yes, for humans, the orcs are powerful enemies that can barely be defeated by the power of the whole family, but they are just chess pieces arranged by the Burning Legion in their spare time.

The Burning Legion, which is as simple as destroying the planet and drinking water, is not a level or even a dimensional opponent with the orcs.

Even Arthas felt that Azeroth could repel the attacks of the Burning Legion time and time again. Although there are countless reasons for the heroes who dedicated themselves to their homeland, most of them are actually because the Burning Legion itself underestimates the enemy and Azer. Ras is lucky in the dark.

Therefore, even Arthas did not dare to say that he had complete certainty that they could defeat the Burning Legion.

But in any case, this battle is inevitable. Since Tichondrius can summon Mannoroth, they can also summon Archimonde and many other demons.

When notifying the members of the alliance to prepare for this unprecedented battle, Alsace also sent a letter to Thrall.

...

Thrall pinched the crumpled letter paper and fell into contemplation.

Grommash, who was sitting next to him, saw Thrall's solemn expression and asked, "What did the human prince say?"

"He said Mannoroth was hiding in the southern valley..."

Grommash heard this name, and an uncontrollable anger surged up. The Warsong chief clenched his fist and temporarily suppressed the anger. He had already missed something because of his anger. If he could not control his own Anger, sooner or later, there will be greater disasters.

Thrall was half satisfied and half helplessly looking at the elder and friend next to him, and sighed, "You can finally control the endless anger, Grommash... But before we deal with the Abyss Lord, There is something more troublesome waiting for us.

The elves will not forget the blood they shed in Ashenvale. Their army is coming towards us. If we can't calm their emotions temporarily, we may face a devastating blow."

The newly born tribe is still very fragile, unable to withstand the attacks of monsters such as elves. Thrall understood that if they want to establish a foothold in Kalimdor, they must be careful and look forward to it.

The rest of the orcs were not chaotics who had drunk the blood of the devil, and did not have the ability to fight to the death with the elves. Moreover, Thrall exhausted all his abilities and could not allow the orcs and the elves to wage war again.

This is the situation that the demons most want to see. The creatures of Azeroth are killing each other, falling into chaos and killing, and have no time to care about the coming of the Burning Legion.

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Thinking of this, Thrall gave an order in an unquestionable tone-this was the first time he had spoken to Gromash in such a tone.

"The people who bring us, first evacuate from Ashenvale, I will bring a small team and go to negotiate with the elves myself!"

Grommash's eyes widened, and he slammed his fist on the wooden table, "Are you crazy, Thrall? In the eyes of those guys, we are just barbarians, and they won't negotiate with us!"

The Warsong clan and himself were in desperate situation because of the unpredictable attack by the elves. Now that Thrall said he was going to negotiate with the elves, in Gromash's view, he was undoubtedly seeking his own way.

But Thrall gave a wry smile, "Is there any other way?"

This made Grommash's words choppy for a while, and his brain was swiftly moving, and finally suggested, "Then let me go, you have to live and lead the tribe!"

"Don't be silly, Grommash, if I go, there will be a chance to talk to the elves. If you go, they will probably do it right away—they don’t know what’s the matter with the crazy Hellscream and the insane Hellscream. the difference."

Grommash grabbed his hair anxiously, "I can't just watch you in danger! This was originally my responsibility, even if those elves killed me, I would admit it."

"There is nothing to talk about about this matter, only I will go, and I must go, and... the matter may not be as absolute as you think." Thrall seemed confident, and he patted Gromash's Shoulder, "Go and take the soldiers out of the forest, or just stay at the edge of the forest."

After that, the warchief brought up Doomhammer and walked out of the camp, and did not leave Gromash more time to persuade.

Thrall, who led the troops to get in touch with the elves, was also full of anxiety. His connection with the elements made him clearly feel that an ancient vicissitudes of life came from the north of Ashenvale Forest. It seemed that the entire forest was being What wake up.

It seemed that the elves were really angry—the blood they shed for thousands of years did not bring them as much as the orcs who drank the demon blood.

"Warchief." A strong voice awakened Thrall from his contemplation.

"Ah...Saurfang," Thrall replied, "What's the matter?"

The old orc named Saurfang paused, as if he was hesitating to express his inner doubts.

Thrall also saw Saurfang's hesitation, and he laughed, "It's okay, you can talk to me if you have any comments."

"That human prince... I don't think we should trust him too much. I have to admit that that guy may be the most difficult guy to deal with among humans, not just because he seems to be a prophet who can do everything, and he is prepared for it , And he didn't hide his hatred of the orcs."

"I know."

Who knows, Thrall only said calmly, "Of course I know that Arthas has never completely trusted us. In his eyes, the orcs are just temporary tools to protect his country. And the tools of this world.

But, now our goal is the same as him, that is, we can't let Azeroth repeat Draenor's mistakes-if we don't do this, the orcs will not bleed and it will make no difference.

Moreover, the prince did not hide his attitude. It seems that it is not a bad thing. At least let us see that he has no good feelings for us, but it makes me more relieved to cooperate with him.

A person who is good at hiding his true thoughts is the most terrible, and a person who puts his hatred on the surface is not so daunting.

but……"

Thrall didn't finish, and seemed to hesitate, "Forget it, if it's really like that, then the right to choose has nothing to do with us. We only need to persuade the wizard temporarily...for now..."