Stormwind God

Thrall's performance made Woking extremely worried.

Indeed, Thrall has a talent for leadership.

Until talents are not converted into abilities, talents are just a set of abilities that have not yet been fulfilled.

If the Alliance Commander is not the 29-year-old powerful young mage who looks like 18 years old, maybe Thrall has plenty of room and time to grow.

However, looking at Duke, Woking instantly felt the gap between the two leaders of the alliance and the tribe.

Regardless of his personal strength, charisma, courage, and demeanor, Duke finished his fifteen-year-old Sal Jiujie Street.

Not every leader has the courage, a single horse came to the middle of the enemy line. After all, it was a deadly enemy, even if anything happened.

Duke came by, showing his courage and the strong magical atmosphere of the sun, without hesitation.

If it were an ordinary high-elf mage strong, at least 70% of Vol'jin at this distance would be sure to kill it with his spiral blade enhanced by troll witchcraft.

Duke ...

From the beginning of his appearance, Woking had the intuition that not only him and Thrall, but all the orc guards around him were locked in by some unknown mysterious force. As long as they act lightly, waiting for them must be a thunder strike with a one-kill level.

This is not an illusion, Rexar looks staring at him, but sweat beads ooze from his forehead.

Both Warlock and Brocks had unusual tensions.

Only Thrall, his intuition sensed another thing. Duke was not malicious, at least not now, and Duke had a direction to solve the problem.

I still remember that Orgrim once said "Duke Marcus as the enemy is the most terrible. You never know if you have planned a two-, three-, or even ten-step scheme. Is it still in his palm?" Just dance. "

Orgrim once again said: "But he is also a kind guy who adheres to some kind of creed."

Thrall asked why he said that.

Orgrim replied: "I'm still alive at least as an example. He has a thousand ways to kill me and Lexar after I have been captured. He gave up. So if there is a choice, I would hope Make friends with him, not enemies. "

Thinking of this, Thrall quickly calmed down again.

His performance made Woking secretly happy.

Duke glanced at Thrall: "Relax. The Burning Legion that once dominated your orcs, their commander Archimonde is on his way to Kalimdor. I can promise the Horde on behalf of the Alliance and kill Aker Until Mond, the Alliance will not take the initiative to fight against the Horde. "

I don't know why, but obviously didn't want to show it, but at the moment of Duke's promise, not only Thrall, but also the strong men such as Vol'jin, Lexar, Brocks and Warlock, all the tribes were relaxed. Tone.

Thrall said: "Well, for the common enemy. The Horde will not take the initiative to fight the Alliance during this period. Duke Marcus, you have the promise of the current chief of the tribe!"

A huge green fist, and a seemingly small human male fist, bumped lightly in the air.

Thrall turned his head: "Okay, now let's discuss this ..."

"He can't be our common enemy." Duke countered Thrall and looked at the huge remains at the scene.

As can be seen, this is a very powerful creature before its lifetime.

His upper body looks like a night elf, but his lower body looks like a stag. He is over three meters tall and is supported by four raw hoofed legs. His cloudy eyes were golden, with long green hair straight down to the shoulders. Leaves and twigs grew on his hair and beard. There were also two large and prominent antlers on his head, which made his body more than three meters tall.

But he is dead now.

The clear traces of axe on him and the ominous energy filled with crazy blood, which was standing near the wound, told everyone who the killer was.

Grom * Hellscream!

"Who is he?" Thrall asked a question he wanted to ask for a long time.

Orcs are typical outsiders, and Vol'jin is also the first time to visit Kalimdor. With regard to Kalimdor's history, the tribe can only be blind.

Duke sighed: "If I tell you that Grom, who is in a state of madness, has killed Cenarius, the forest demigod that the night elves and many tauren druids worship, what do you do?

"His" Sal took a breath.

He couldn't imagine how the tribe's new friends, the tauren, would treat them.

The demigod Cenarius, a caretaker who has lived since ancient times to the present day, has been dedicated to restoring the wounds of the earth since the War of the Ancients. He does not deactivate the power of his demigod, creating forests and amber, and is also a natural demigod worshipped by night elves and tauren.

Ten thousand years ago, when the upper elves of Azshara opened the door to Azeroth for the Burning Legion, Cenarius summoned the ancient caretaker boar Agamamagan, the Ursus brothers Ursol and Ursoc, White Deer Malorne, Storm Raven Avina, and other immortals fight the Doomguard, Demon Guard, and Eredar Wizard of the Burning Legion. Most of the ancient caretakers died, and Cenarius survived the desperate protection of his father's white giant deer.

He was remembered by Abyss Lord Mannoroth, who would avenge Cenarius for the failure of the first invasion.

So he died.

To be precise, it was the plot of the devil.

The orc's need to build a house and build a city led the orcs into the mountains and logging, which easily angered the night elves. The night elves forced Warsong Orcs to despair with their unparalleled forest warfare, and at this time, Mannoroth only had to secretly guide the orcs to find a spring dripping with a drop of high-end demon blood.

In order to survive, Grom and his tribe easily drank the blood of the demon again and became a violent orc.

Then the tragedy happened naturally.

Thrall could imagine how angry and crazy the night elves would be when their demigods were killed. Even if the night elves are as powerful as the previous high elves, their counterattack is not what the tribe with only 100,000 people can bear.

At this time, a voice of nihility that Duke didn't expect sounded in the air: "The young chieftain, don't worry too much, as long as you can find the real murderer Abyss Lord Mannoroth and kill it. Yours. Moreover, all your races now have a larger and more horrible common enemy, Burnt Legion Commander Archimonde! "

Thrall and Duke both lost their voices.

"prophet!?"

"Medical !?"