Dawn of Lordaeron

You can search "Lordaeron's Dawn Search Novels (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!To say that when Thrall faced the entire elven race alone, he was not nervous, it was a lie, and even because of the responsibility on his shoulders, he would be more nervous than any ordinary orc.

When Thrall and his men camped at the intersection of Ashenvale leading to the deeper part of the forest, his scouts sent news to him.

"Warchief, the elves...have come."

Thrall took a deep breath, and the fingers holding the Doomhammer's grip unconsciously used force, the phalanges were white, an invisible pressure fell on his shoulders at this moment.

Raising the Hammer of Doom and carrying it on the black iron shoulder armor, Thrall led several elite orc soldiers on the road to wait for the arrival of the elves.

He has already felt the approach of oppression.

The mounts of night elves are generally giant nightsabers. These blessed beasts are not only more agile and robust than any beasts in the forest, but also have intelligence not weaker than ordinary people.

They can obey the master's command very well, rely on their strong bodies meticulously, and carry the elves fast in the forest.

Moreover, even if there are no elven sentries, their sharp moon blades and fast arrows, their fangs and claws are extremely deadly weapons.

Even an orc warrior did not dare to say that he could fight a nightsaber alone in the forest.

The night elves abandon the path of arcane and magic, and turned to the embrace of the forest. The tradition of tens of thousands of years has made them become the shelter of the forest. At the same time, the forest also tried its best to protect the elves.

The orcs cutting down the trees is equivalent to destroying the foundation stone of the elven race, so it caused such a fierce response from the Ashenvale sentries.

But the orcs didn't know this at the beginning. They just followed tradition and custom to cut trees in densely forested places-so this is not only revenge and war, but also a conflict between consciousness and culture.

It's just that from the moment the orc drank the blood of the devil, he was the one who was in the wrong, otherwise Thrall would not come to the elves himself.

The footsteps of the Nightsaber, even when stepping in the densely leafy forest, did not make a sound. When Thrall and his men noticed the elves, they had been targeted by countless sharp arrows, moon blades and spells. .

Thrall's skin was covered with lumps layer after layer, and the years of gladiator life made him understand that he was being exposed to extremely dangerous situations, and any action that might cause him to be shot hedgehog.

Thrall wrapped his own voice with elemental power, so that even people who did not understand orc language and common language could clearly understand what he was talking about.

"Please wait a minute, we are not malicious in coming here! We are here to negotiate!"

The night elves’ sentinels divided a path, and the female elves riding a huge white nightsaber came out of the group. She was dressed in a pure priestly robe with white as the main color. The surface of the soft robe seemed to reflect The peaceful moonlight.

"You invaded our territory, felled these ancient and precious trees, and slaughtered our sentinels and people. What else can we talk about?" Love 999 novel www.ax999.org

The voice of the priestess was cold and ethereal, as if it was from the noble goddess above the moon.

Thrall put his attitude very low, hoping that through this simple conversation, the elves can temporarily abandon the barriers and join forces against the devil. "Dear lady, we have no intention of offending, but our people are also deceived by the devil. It’s not that they fell voluntarily."

The slender and beautiful eyebrows of the priestess squeezed together, and she asked, "If you can wash away the sins of the orcs with such an excuse, how can I be worthy of the innocent victims?

I will no longer trust any orcs who have committed numerous crimes against the forest and against my people."

Thrall heard the statement of the priestess, his face turned very bitter, but he still did not give up hope, he still wanted to continue to explain, "Please give us another chance, the orcs also hate those demons, they want to see Yes, we fight in the forest and give them a chance to infiltrate."

The priestess was still unmoved, she didn't even answer Thrall's words, but looked at Thrall and the orcs behind him with a little disappointment, shook her head, turned and walked into the team.

The eyes of the elves immediately became sharp, since their priestess had given up talking to the orcs, then it was time to solve Thrall and his party.

Thrall noticed that the elves had already stretched the bowstrings in his hands. He gritted his teeth and was about to use the power of the elements to protect the compatriots behind him, when a low and penetrating male voice entered the tense situation.

"Honored Priestess of the Moon Tyrande Whisperwind, Archdruid Malfurion Stormrage, the words of this orc are not half false. The situation is more urgent than ever before, and we can no longer cause unprovoked reasons. The struggle must be united against the devil."

"The prophet in the dream?!"

Thrall's head turned, and he stared in shock at the man wearing a brown-gray robe and leaning on the exquisite crow-head staff. He thought it was only an illusion that only existed in a dream, but he actually appeared alive. In front of myself.

"You guy again?"

The elves also reacted. A tall, burly elf man with a naked upper body full of muscles stood up, his beard hanging down to his chest, his first antlers, and the outer sides of his arms were crow-like feathers. Wearing the costume of picking up leaks, but just standing there, people seem to see the entire wilderness and woodland.

The arch druid, Malfurion Stormrage, is already a little tired of this mysterious man who appears again, "Suspicious guy, don't pretend to be here anymore. Although we will not involve the innocent, if you are a Don't blame us for being unsympathetic."

"Ha ha."

The mysterious man was not moved by Malfurion’s threat. He just slid his wand and chuckled, "Respected Archdruid, if my words are not enough, there may be someone else soon. Come to prove what I said."

As soon as his voice fell, a rush of horseshoes came from the other end of the forest path. A group of human knights in armor and blue-gold ribbons, holding high the banner of Lordaeron's First Legion, were rushing towards two. The center of the army rushed.

"stop--!"

The leading blond young man pulled the reins, and the front hooves of his horse under his hips rose high, stirring up a burst of dust. He shouted in ancient Salas, "Archdruid Malfurion, please don't be angry for now. , I have evidence that this guy’s words are true!"

He used a human face to speak the ancient Salas language that many elves were not able to master, and he had attracted the attention of a large number of elves. Even Tyrande and Malfurion looked at this in amazement. A blond knight, his accent seemed to be the same as that of an upper elf nobleman ten thousand years ago.