Azeroth’s Death Track

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Just as the only survivor who knew the truth of the Holocaust in the Forest was chased by the demon and fled wildly to the south, in the beast den of Mount Hyjal, a roar filled with tears rang through the world.

The Druid Malfurion, always the gentle gentleman of the Cenarion Circle, was like crazy at the moment. He stood in front of his beast, clenching his fists with both hands, and roared crazy towards the sky. , Two lines of tears kept flowing from his bloodshot eyes.

Cenarius is dead... its severely wounded soul has just returned to the Emerald Dream, and the weak soul is as if it was cut by a vicious spell, leaving poor Cenarius in a completely unable to communicate with the outside world. In the coma, this miserable situation directly alarmed the emerald dream manager, Cenarius's adoptive mother, and the powerful awakener Ysera.

And Malfurion, as Cenarius' most proud disciple, the relationship between this great druid and the natural demigod was also extraordinary. At that time, it was Cenarius who taught him wholeheartedly that he made Malfurion the best. The great Druid, in Malfurion's heart, Cenarius was like his father, and now, his father, died...

Behind him, I received news that the three big druids from Val'sharah at the fastest speed looked at the huge corpse in the den.

The demons rushing out of the Felwood forest defense line have completely occupied the tree house in the forest, and the druids paid a heavy price before snatching the body of Cenarius from the demon. The body was covered with wounds. And the most terrible thing is that these great druids with rich experience in war can see at a glance that Cenarius was not killed by a devil's spell or attack. The wounds on his body, as well as the fatal wounds that cut his neck, are all wars. The axe left.

And on the battlefield where Cenarius died, they found another thing...

"Blood roar..."

Archdruid Shaun. Moonclaw looked at the orc-style battle axe set next to Cenarius. The night elf flashed an undisguised murderousness.

"This axe belongs to those disgusting orcs, that madman-like war mad, Grom. Hellscream, look at the wounds on Cenarius, all from this axe."

"We should have drove those cheap beasts into the sea!"

"Calm down! Shaun!"

Another big druid steel claw, this gentle female elf refuted:

"The orcs are not lunatics, and there were demons who drove the evil orcs to attack us and tried to provoke war. This may be a sinister conspiracy of the demons!"

"Conspiracy? No conspiracy!"

Shaun. Moonclaw looks ugly:

"What did we find in the place where Cenarius died? Tell me, steel claws, the bodies of more than 1,000 Warsong Orcs...they obviously fought against the tree monsters. Have there been such large-scale attacks before? No!"

"The orcs, at least the Warsong orcs, have fallen to the devil! And their **** chief is the culprit!"

"Which lunatic will leave such a clear identification at the scene of the crime after the tragedy?"

The Steel Claw refuted:

"This is obviously a bad planting, the demons want to provoke our war with the orcs, so as to disrupt our thinking, let us divide our strength to fight the orcs... Open your eyes and see, Shaun, It’s a conspiracy! We can’t just be led by the devil!"

"Steel Claw is right!"

A hoarse voice was inserted into the discussion. The three big druids turned around and saw that Malfurion, with his bloodshot eyes, took a heavy step and stepped into the animal's den step by step. He stopped in Cenarius Next to the cold body, he reached out and helped the natural demigod to close his glaring eyes slowly.

The three great druids have never seen such a Malfurion. Compared to the once-wise and wise big druid, the breath of Malfurion in front of him is disordered, just like a serious illness, but the pair A flame gleamed in his eyes, making people shudder.

"Malfurion, you..."

Even the most radical Archdruid Shaun. Moonclaw sensed Malfurion’s abnormality, but the latter reached out and grabbed the cold battle axe. He raised his head and looked at the three companions in front of him. He said softly:

"This may be a devil's trick, so... so I will personally question the orcs, and I will figure out why..."

Talking, Malfurion carried the cold battle axe behind him and turned to leave the den. Behind him, the steel-clawed Druid shouted:

"What if the orcs did it? Malfurion, what are you going to do?"

Faced with this problem, he never said back:

"Then I will..."

"Buried them!"

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"They are coming! Great Chief."

At the junction of Ashenvale and Azshara ruins, on the cliff next to the Nushui River, in the call of Thrall, the chieftain Orgrim, who thought about other things, looked up and saw hundreds of horns The eagle beast knight and some druids flew from the northwest of Ashenvale.

"Put your weapons away!"

The Great Prophet Drek'Thar said to Garrosh and Dranosh, the two young orcs obediently put their weapons behind their backs, and among those murderous elf eagle beast knights After landing, the chieftain took a step forward and saw a huge storm crow forming the figure of Malfurion Stormrage in the change of natural light.

The gentle big druid was very haggard at this time, and what seemed to have happened just put a lot of pressure on him.

"boom"

A thing was thrown at the foot of Orgrim. The chieftain looked closely and found that it was a long-handled battle axe, very familiar. When he saw the battle axe, Garrosh couldn't help but roar. With a cry, the big Druid who wanted to rush into the indifference was stopped by Thrall and Yorin. Dranosh held his brother's waist and dragged him back continuously, but the excited Garrosh was like Like an angry beast, he roared towards Malfurion:

"Miscellaneous! Madman! What did you do to my father! Where is he? Where is he?! Tell me, elf, where is my father?"

Garrosh's growl made the chieftain's face not very good-looking. Orgrim and Grom were friends for many years. He was very familiar with Grom's character and wanted to take weapons from him. There was only one may.

Thinking of this, Orgrim's eyes also flashed with anger, he stepped forward and stared at Malfurion:

"Where did Grom go?"

"Should I ask you this question? Orc!"

Malfurion's tone also became very cold:

"As the suspect who killed the natural demigod Cenarius, shouldn't I ask you, where do you orcs, hide Grom. Hellscream?"

"Hand him over, orc! I just need him to tell me what happened on the battlefield among the trees in the forest..."

"What do you mean?"

Hearing Malfurion's question with hatred and anger, Orgrim froze for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and stared at Archdruid:

"Don't you grab Grom? You mean... he's not in your hands?"

"Ok?"

Malfurion's expression became difficult to look at:

"Neither is he in your hands?"

"The scouts we sent didn't get close to the woodland tree house battlefield, elves, where there was already a world of demons, it was Grom's son who brought him back the news, the Warsong clan was attacked by demons in the felling ground of Ashenvale Nearly a thousand orcs were shed blood of demons unconsciously, causing their group to go mad, and Grom went to deal with it."

High Chief Orgrim stared closely at Malfurion's expression, and he said:

"Grom is such a person. Although he is brutal and belligerent, he will not give up his clan easily, and this is the last message we received about Grom. We thought he fell into you. In the hands, and to be honest, I am confused about what is happening now. I don’t even know what happened. You just said, Grom killed your demigod?"

"are you joking?"

The Great Prophet Drektar then said:

"I've seen the demigods of Mount Hyjal with my own eyes, IMHO, big druid, you seem to be too high on the fighting power of the orcs, even in the heyday of Grom, he is not an opponent of Cenarius , Not to mention... he is already old."

"I'm never kidding about this kind of thing!"

Malfurion glanced at the Great Prophet with black stripes on his eyes, and he said softly:

"Senarus is dead, that is my most respected mentor and a night elf refuge, he is covered with scars from this axe, this axe was found by Cenarius, how do you explain at this point?"

Behind Archdruid, Mount Hyjal defensive general Miyala Rige said indifferently:

"We have also seen the situation of the evil orc, it is indeed impossible for Grom to defeat Cenarius, but if he drank enough evil energy... this is not easy to say..."

"Shut up! Elf!"

Thrall stepped forward angrily, he shouted loudly:

"Chief Grom is the least likely to indulge in evil energy again. He has a deep hatred of demons... not to mention, are you sure you got the blood roar?"

"Ok?"

Thrall’s questioning caused the Druid and the Chieftain to turn their heads to look at him at the same time. The young orc took a deep breath and turned back to Garrosh shouting:

"Come here, Garrosh, you should prove that Chief Grom is innocent. Let's see if this axe is your ancestral weapon of the Warsong clan!"

Hearing this, Yorin and Dranosh let go of the excited Garrosh. The young orc looked at the elves who defiled his father. He walked to the chieftain and took the cold battle axe. Pick it up and watch it carefully in front of your eyes.

Garrosh's fingers touched every corner of the battle axe. The nicks and decorations were almost exactly the same as the battle axe held by his father in his memory. It was like a carved in a mold, but from the outside, it was impossible. The authenticity of the weapon was discerned. Under the watch of the crowd, the young orc put the weapon to his ear, and a few seconds later, a trace of contempt flashed on Garrosh's face.

He shook his hand and threw the battle axe back to Malfurion's feet:

"It looks exactly the same, but it's a carefully crafted fake..."

"Oh? How do you prove it? Orc!"

Malfurion stared at Garrosh, who took a breath:

"Every legendary weapon has its own soul, you should know this, elf... When the blood roar is held in the blood of the hellscream family, we can clearly feel that it makes our body Anger grows, and we can hear the roar that crave for blood, which is why it is called a "blood roar"..."

"And this weapon has no soul!"

Garrosh clenched his fists. He could finally be sure that his father did not fall into the elves. He should have suffered some accidents, but he left the battlefield safely. As long as he is still alive, there is still hope...

"This is just your family's words, orcs!"

The elf general behind the big druid said something dissatisfied, but at this moment, neither the big druid nor the chieftain answered her question. On the contrary, the two strongest men present turned their eyes The cliff outside this forest... The roar of the endless rage of the Nushui River, I don’t know when, it disappeared...

"Not right!"

The chieftain unconsciously took his own hammer of destruction from behind. He looked around, and a deep sense of crisis from his heart made him take a deep breath:

"Something is coming...this is a trap!"

Orgrim turned to stare at Malfurion:

"Elf, have you set a trap for us?"

"Om"

The light of the Transfiguration shines on Malfurion's body, and in the blink of an eye, a giant war bear with a deer horn on top of his head, decorated with wild emblems, appeared in the woodland, and the sound of Malfurion's urn and anger Come:

"It's not me...I'm dealing with you, and I don't need traps...It's an enemy, maybe a demon...or yes, something else."

"Ready to fight!"

On the orders of Mount Hyjal's defensive general Miyala Rige, hundreds of elven knights and druids immediately prepared for defense and attack. On the other side of them, the orcs also withdrew their weapons.

"Send a signal to let Kilrogg support us!"

The Great Prophet pulled out two tomahawks wrapped around the elemental power in his waist. He said to Thrall around him. The latter immediately took out a communication firework, and the Legion of the Bloodring Clan was stationed on the edge of the ruins of Azshara According to this, the distance is less than 30 kilometers, and it only takes ten minutes to get there.

"Om"

A red signal firework flew out of Thrall's hand, but at the moment the thing rose to mid-air, a whistling ice arrow frozen the firework in the air with precision.

This seemed to be a signal. At the next moment, the sound of the sound of lingering sounds in the surrounding forest, like countless snakes crawling on the earth, the sound made everyone scalp tingling, and there was a splash of river water The sound entwined with the ice is like a large glacier in the North Sea rising in the sea.

"what"

A lazy, hoarse woman's voice sounded in everyone's ears at the same time, just hearing this voice, it can be reminiscent of how beautiful and beautiful the woman of this voice is.

But only Malfurion, when he heard this sound, could not help but even shatter the ground under his paws. He recognized this sound and he would never forget it in his life.

"What's wrong? Is my little Malfurion scared?"

That voice appeared on the edge of the battlefield with a weird figure, and after that figure, Naga... Numerous Naga rushed madly along the frozen Nushui River and the ice bridge straight into the cliff On the battlefield, those snake-like creatures looked at the trapped two-clan coalition with their cold eyes, and their eyes were full of beating murderous intent.

"Ten thousand years ago, when you took your allies to break the gate of my palace, it was not the expression now..."

"Did Tyrande not come with you?"

There was a trace of laughter and contempt in that voice:

"Her Luna told her that it’s better not to go out today? Ha ha, it’s really wise... but it doesn’t matter, as long as you are in my hand, Little Tyrande will always appear. I have praised her for being beautiful, Did you know? At that time, I didn’t know yet that the beautiful appearance hides the spirit like a viper..."

"Who is that! Elf! Do you know her?"

The orcs clenched their weapons, everyone knew that the guy in front of him was bad, and the chief chief shouted:

"Who is she!"

Malfurion did not answer, and the voice sounded again:

"Tell him, my little Malfurion, tell him who I am..."

"Do you... dare to say my name? A humble betrayer..."

"Kneel!"

"Now, confess to your empress..."

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