Azeroth’s Death Track

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Northeast of Ashenvale, Warsong Logging Field.

This is the largest logging base of the Orc Warsong clan in Ashenvale. When the orcs landed in Durotar earlier, the lack of timber to build the city, the Warsong clan took the initiative to undertake the work of logging in the Ashenvale, just to build the city Later, the goblins came to the orcs and bought various resources at high prices, so the wood from Ashenvale became the "export products" of the orcs.

Ashen Valley is the traditional sphere of influence of the night elves, and the orcs here are logging and conflicting with the elves’ idea of ​​caring for nature, so the two sides have had many frictions about this matter, and even almost met each other until a few years ago. The great prophet Drektar personally went to Mount Hyjal to visit the leader of the night elves, and the two sides resolved the matter verbally.

The large-scale logging operations of the orcs were stopped, but the small-scale logging continued, and the night elves opened their eyes and closed their eyes, until the elves fell into the trouble of the demon war, and then no longer. Unable to take care of things outside the battlefield, the logging business of the Warsong clan began again on a large scale.

Of course, this time, the orcs also took the initiative to clear the sporadic demons in the northeast of Ashenvale. From this point, the orcs have also contributed to the war between the elves and the demons.

But since 2 years ago, the evil orc has appeared again. That is the orc’s scorn for the compatriots who drank the blood of the devil. The Chief Chief Orgrim sent the best scout. After the month's inventory, I finally figured out the source of the blood of the demon, that is, the abyss lord hidden in the shadow fortress of Felwood, Manoroth the Destroyer.

Unfortunately, although the culprit has been figured out, the orcs have no way to get rid of it because Felwood is already surrounded by night elves, and the orcs have no intention of joining this large-scale war, especially in night elves. Without inviting them to participate in the war, the orcs had no idea of ​​hot faces but cold butts.

But unfortunately, even if the orcs do not want to embrace the war anymore, the war will eventually roar.

"boom"

The gate of the Warsong Logging Field was kicked by a rough foot, and when the news was received, the Warsong Chief Grom. The Hellscream looked gloomy at the empty logging field in front of him and was felled. The wood was piled up scattered on the side, there were traces of fire in the orc’s hut and warehouse, and there were bloodstains and orcs’ corpses all over the empty field, but the entire logging yard was empty.

The orc warriors who followed Grom spread out quickly, looking for anything useful in the lumber yard, and the chief himself, with his son Garrosh, took the dead bodies of the war dead one by one. The tools gathered together, and the wounds on the bodies made the young Garrosh grind his teeth.

The axe mark, the knife edge, Garrosh was very familiar with this kind of wound, because it was caused by the weapons used by the orcs. This was not a raid by other forces, but a self-inflicted killing from within.

"Why? Why..."

Garrosh couldn't help but look at his father, who shook his head, beckoning him to be quiet. After a while, an orc warrior approached Grom with a wooden cup, and then handed the cup to the chief, Ge Roma took his hand, sniffed the cup by his nose, and a disgusted expression appeared on his face.

"boom"

The wooden cup was crushed by the chief, and he said to his son in a hazy face:

"It's the well water mixed with the blood of the devil...our fellow citizens are forgotten by those miscellaneous things."

"Find! Find them! Find them before they join the war between demons and elves!"

Under the command of the chief, a group of wolf knights quickly stepped on the war wolves and followed the footsteps of the leaving evil orcs, while Garrosh looked at his father, holding the torch with his own hands, and killed the war dead The body of the Warsong Orc ignited.

In the burning of the flame, Garrosh clenched his fists, and he said to his father:

"Father! I also go to the fellows who have lost their minds, no matter what they want to do, I will stop them!"

"No! Garrosh."

Grom straightened his body before the blazing flames. His hair had been grayed out by the double tortures of blood and time, but he still did not lose the temperament that a warrior should be and still sharp as a knife.

"Garrosh, you go back to Orgrimmar City at the fastest speed and tell the other chiefs that the demons are no longer satisfied with the temptation to play small and small. This time, they seduce half of the Warsong clan in one breath. My child, although I am not a smart wise man, I also know that no matter what the devil’s plan is, it proves that they have no intention of covering up."

"The orcs don't want to participate in this war, but now it seems that we have no second choice."

Grom gave a long sigh. He touched the inheritance of the Warsong clan behind him. The legendary battle axe called the "Blood Roar". He closed his eyes and said to his son:

"Go back and tell the chieftain to prepare him for war, the demons will not attack us head-on, but they will definitely play a conspiracy, and this time, the beginning of their conspiracy, I will try my best to stop those evil orcs, but No matter what happened on the battlefield, no matter what happened to me, no matter what you heard, Garrosh, don’t be impulsive!"

"The orcs are already reckless enough to lose..."

Garrosh heard something unclear from his father's bleak words. He subconsciously grabbed his father's wrist. He said in a deep voice:

"Then go back with me. After we have discussed with the chiefs, let's fight again..."

Before Garrosh had finished speaking, Grom turned his head to look at him. The chief of the Warsong clan said one by one:

"So, do you mean, let me give up my tempted tribes? Garrosh, do you really want to advise your chieftain like this? Do you really want me to watch over 1,000 compatriots die in demons or Is it in the elves?"

"They were tempted! Father!"

Garrosh gritted his teeth and said:

"They fell, they drank demon blood, they are not our countrymen! You don't need to die for them anymore!"

"Shut up! Open your eyes and see, my son, they did not voluntarily drink the blood of the demon, they were secretly calculated, this is not their intention, they are still orcs of the Warsong clan in their hearts! It is still mine Clan!"

Grom's clenched fists clicked. He looked at his son with a stern eye. He said in a deep voice:

"You still don’t understand the chief’s responsibility, Garrosh, if today I can escape my responsibility with their voluntary depravity, then tomorrow, I will send our brothers to the battlefield and watch them without any care. Death! Should I do that? Did you forget the ancestral training of the Warsong clan?"

"On the battlefield, the chief should die before the warriors...if he doesn't do this, then he is not worthy of being a chief!"

Talking, Grom turned and straddled his own wolf, and he looked back at his son:

"Go, Garrosh, take my words back...don't follow!"

The father's last order stopped Garrosh who wanted to keep up. He watched his father disappear in the woodland of Ashenvale. The young orc looked back at the burning dead body of the war dead. In the end, he gritted his teeth and quickly rushed into the rear camp of the Warsong Logging Field. Ten seconds later, a two-footed dragon roared into the sky of Ashenvale and galloped in the direction of Orgrimmar. .

"Father, hold on!"

In the icy cold wind, Garrosh took hold of the reins:

"I will be back as soon as possible..."

"Don't die, old man!"

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On the other side, in the middle of Ashenvale, among the trees in the forest, here is a slightly strange temple hidden in the endless forest of Ashenvale, made of a huge tree, inhabited by the **** of nature Cenariu His descendants, to be precise, are one of the hometowns of the tree demon and the forest guardians.

This shrine of trees is located at the junction of Ashenvale and Felwood, firmly guarding the passage between Ashenvale and Felwood. Even in the craziest period of the demon war, the heroic tree demons did not let the demons occupy Passed this place, but now, it can be called bloodshed.

More than 1,000 heavily-armed Warsong Orcs are attacking the tree-lined positions in the woods. Their eyes are red, and the blood of the demon flows in their veins, burning their reason, releasing their wildness and strength. During the Nuo World period, the orcs drank the blood of the devil once. In the years since they came to Azeroth, the orcs have been fighting the demon blood in their bodies.

Like a drug addict in a withdrawal reaction, in a delicate state, their bodies long for the blood of the demon, but their will is resisting those evil things, but now, the disciples of the demon assassin Akali With our efforts, blood from Malonos, the great demon destroyer, was once again injected into the bodies of these orc warriors.

Their struggle failed and got worse, and embraced the blood of the demon again to satisfy their body's desire to fall, and let them fall into the abyss of slaughter again, and sink deeper and deeper.

However, if it is only the attack of more than 1,000 evil orcs, then it is impossible to break through the defense line of the tree house in the forest. The tree demon and the guardians of the jungle are not vegetarian. These descendants inherited from the blood of the natural demigod are very powerful. The male nature guardian has an elk-like body and an elven upper body. They have a sprawling antlers above their heads, and black thorns are wrapped around their right hands.

These behemoths are full of power and have the dexterity of an elk. They dare to confront the orcs directly. In the simple power competition, they do not fall down. And behind the tall and strong jungle guardians, they are petite tree monsters. The body of these tree monsters is similar to that of the guardians of the jungle, but the antlers hidden in the long green hair above their heads are smaller, without the protection of thorns, and their strength is weak.

But it was replaced by more agility and advanced knowledge of natural spells.

The lively tree monsters wore wooden armor and shouted slogans. Between the waving of their hands, a green wooden spear leaped into the sky and pierced the scattered orcish positions in front. Any orcs stabbed by the wooden spears would have their hands and feet Soft, this is the natural magic attached to the javelins of the tree monsters, similar to toxins, but the effect is more powerful.

The tree demon in this war occupy an absolute advantage, because not only are they fighting on the battlefield, but also their ancestors... the powerful natural demigod Cenarius deity is also here.

It's like the guardian of the forest zoomed in 3 times. The natural demigod has a majestic face. He runs on the battlefield like a moving hill. His powerful force easily knocks any orcs who are blocking him in front of him. , And as long as his huge hoof stepped on the ground, it was a horrible war trample. Cenarius did not care about the siege of those crazy orcs. His hands were raised, and a thick branch of vine rolled out from the ground. Keep those orcs trapped in place.

No orc can approach him. This is, after all, a wild demigod, even if it is much weaker than Agammagan, but it cannot be approached by mortals.

Of course, Cenarius should be in the War of the Felwood Forest at this time. The reason why he is here is because he is tracking a weird demon assassin. Just 2 hours ago, the assassin sneaked into the night elf’s barracks and killed With 27 front-line commanders, the front commander Cenarius was furious. He pursued from Felwood to the place all the way, and then lost the trace of the demon assassin.

But it happened to catch up with the battle of the evil orcs attacking the tree house in the woods. This strange coincidence gave the natural demigod a feeling of not so good in his heart. He vaguely felt a crisis, but he could not let it go. This group of evil orcs attacked their descendants...

Natural demigods did not kill these orcs.

With Cenarius’ vision, he could easily see that these orcs were contaminated by the blood of evil energy. Although some evil orcs had joined the demon side before, this time the large-scale evil orc action was still the first Times.

Cenarius frowned, looking at the wicked blood orc that was gradually declining under the siege of the forest guardians and the tree monsters. His green eyes were full of doubts and dignity.

He recognized the signs of the orcs’ chests, which were the signs of the Warsong clan in the orc tribe. He aroused vines and trapped the defeated orcs, and then he raised his head in the cheers of the tree demon and the forest guardians Looking into the distance, the forest had informed him of the arrival of Grom, so naturally the demigods left the lives of these orcs.

He wondered if this was a planned attack or was it an accident as before?

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