Stormwind God

Thrall was terrible.

He didn't know if he had called Jaina a right decision.

This is not a good thing for a young leader to expose his weakness to the alliance that was once the enemy.

Woking gave Thrall determination: "We have no choice. If the other party can easily destroy such a powerful clan in the tribe, they will be able to destroy all of us, even the Alliance advancer in Theramore."

The weak are the only ones!

This is an everlasting law.

After seeing Jaina, Thrall's first sentence was: "The tribe's Warsong clan is in a place called Ash Valley in the north, and the entire clan together with 5,000 workers, nearly 30,000 people are missing."

Jaina's face was filled with shock!

Although she did not go through the second Dark Gate battle in person, because of someone's training, she dropped Jaina to the Tirisfal Glades under the snow and ice. Jaina is very clear about how huge the 20,000 Warsong Orcs will be. A fighting force.

But the next moment her eyes changed, she betrayed her inner thoughts.

Thrall murmured: "You know what's in Ashenvale !?"

Damn it!

This orc is so smart and instinctive!

Jaina sneered in disdain in her heart, but she couldn't show it. If she didn't guess wrong, this might be the opportunity that Duke had been waiting for.

"Maybe I know!"

"If you can, for the new common threat, please tell us."

Jaina took a deep breath: "You know the high elves?"

Thrall nodded: "I've heard it in the mouth of the former Chief Warrior Orgrim, and I've seen a few in Lordaeron occasionally."

"And do you know that the high elves were actually exiled by their compatriots thousands of years ago, then crossed the endless sea to reach the eastern kingdom mainland, and finally established their own kingdom in the far north of the mainland?"

"what do you mean……"

"The night elves are a tribe that only exists in the ancient legend of the high elves. Even the high elves themselves have not seen them for at least seven thousand years. In the entire alliance, we ca n’t even determine whether they are alive or not. .But if there is any force in the north of Kalimdor that can wipe out more than 30,000 elite orcs in one breath, I can only think of night elves. "

Thrall hurriedly asked, "What are the characteristics of the night elves, you know?"

Jaina glanced at Vol'jin, not far from Thrall: "In the legend, the ancestors of the night elves were also trolls, so their characteristics should be more like jungle trolls, but when the night elves exiled the higher elves, the night The elves are the druids who adore nature. "

"Well!" Thrall's blood on his face faded. "I sent the Warsong clan in Ashenvale for logging ..."

Do not die!

Damn it, there is no limit to it!

Duke only gave Jaina what she needed, so it was impossible for Jaina to know more.

Tell the tribe that they got into an old and powerful race, that's enough.

Jaina still remembers what Duke said to her before leaving: "The night elves should exist. But they are a more stubborn race than the high elves, and they must have the opportunity to break their self-blocking. Don't worry, we don't need to specifically Take a shot, and according to the characteristics of the tribe, they will definitely clash. "

"Which of the higher elves does the night elves have?

"Ranger. But the love of the forest is even more extreme!"

Come back to this moment.

After hearing Thrall saying that he sent the Warsong clan in Ashenvale for logging, Jaina really laughed.

Like the nature, the night elves who see the forest as their life come across a tribe who has to log to build a house.

As Jaina expected, the previous Warsong clan was in super trouble.

Originally everything was fine. After entering Ashenvale, Warsong first carefully logged on the periphery. However, Grom soon found that the trees outside the forest did not meet the requirements and were too young.

A great city requires taller, better, thicker and better giant trees.

When no danger was found, Grom waved his hand and divided the clan into four groups of 5,000, with the lumberjack arch guard in the middle and marching deep into the forest.

Two days into the forest, they found the giant wood they wanted, but less than an hour later, the nightmare came.

It was a silent, silent arrow from the darkness in the mountains.

It's as dense as rain, but it's like a snake.

Aimed at the orcs' fragile eyes and unprotected throat.

Tribal warriors are never afraid of arrows from the front. Even when facing the dense arrow array of human beings, they are sure to pull the battle into the category of melee after paying a certain sacrifice.

Not this time.

The mysterious enemies used the guerrilla warfare to the extreme, and they ran away when they hit, and they were all killed in one hit.

Before the orc rushed over, the opposite side disappeared into the forest like a ghost.

Many times, even the entire team is killed silently.

In just half a day, the Warsong clan was forced to despair, more than 10,000 warsong warriors fell into the forest, and the five thousand woodcutters were almost wiped out.

Grom tried to evacuate the desperate with the clan, but the opponent still pursued the killing without hesitation. Any shouting, the other party is just silent and right, with a sharper arrow as a reply.

Grom was desperate until he smelled a familiar smell of demon blood.

Why does the blood of demons that have not been seen in twenty years appear in the forest for no reason?

Grom thought for the first time that this was a plot from demons!

But does he have a choice?

drink!

Maybe there is still a way for myself and my family!

Don't drink!

It's all gone!

Grom * Hellscream's eyes are red: "Since ... you want me to die! Then I want you to die first"

Grom led the people and did not hesitate to drink the blood of the long-lost demon.

The snarling roar reverberated in this quiet forest of Ashenvale for nearly 10,000 years.

The night elves who surrounded the orcs were absolutely unexpected. After only an hour, those green skins were suddenly stronger than I know.

The key points were not the key points.

The throat that is worn in one shot seems to be covered with thick rhino leather, and it is not worn at all.

The arrows that hit the eyeballs were all supported by the orcs' movements and reactions, which were many times faster.

The fallen orcs catch up with the elves at a speed, strength, and agility far beyond the night elves, killing them one by one, cruelly corpses, and even chewing their flesh.

Finally, Grom saw the lord of the other party appear.

It was a mysterious male with a body like an elf, but a lower body like a stag! (To be continued ...)