Traveling through the game world

"Orc, you are angering the gods!" Cenarius looked at the mad Grom Hellscream and his Warsong Gulch, his once peaceful face now filled with seriousness.

Cenarius knew that Grom Hellscream had been corrupted by Mannoroth, and out of respect for life, he did not want to kill him.

However, Cenarius was, after all, a demigod, and he possessed divine pride. He could not tolerate Grom Hellscream's repeated provocations, regardless of the reasons.

Grom Hellscream's eyes spewed out flames that seemed to solidify as he stared intently at Cenarius, roaring madly, "Gods! Today I will slay a god!"

"How dare you! Wrath of the Forest!" Cenarius's expression changed drastically upon hearing Grom Hellscream's words. With a wave of his hands, all the trees in the forest shook violently, the rustling of leaves sounding like the furious roar of the entire forest!

"Bluster!" Grom Hellscream had no patience for Cenarius. Completely corrupted by Mannoroth's blood, Grom Hellscream had no respect for the gods whatsoever.

"Swish, swish..." The trees in the forest all lashed out at Grom Hellscream like crazy, some with thick trunks, some with slender branches, some far away, some right in front of him. Every tree that Grom Hellscream could see was launching a deadly attack on him.

"Whoosh!" Grom Hellscream's battle axe, seeing the attacking trees, suddenly hummed, and with a series of swift, ruthless movements, cleaved all the attacking branches in two.

"You cannot face the wrath of the entire forest!" Cenarius continued to wave his hand. Although Grom Hellscream had shattered many trees in the forest, there were still countless trees in the entire forest! For a time, they relentlessly and frantically attacked Grom Hellscream.

"My warriors, let's tear this forest apart together!" Grom Hellscream was mad, but he knew very well that he couldn't face the entire forest alone. But Grom Hellscream was never alone!

Grom Hellscream is the chieftain of the Warsong Horde, and at this moment, the entire Warsong Horde is participating in the logging!

As expected, at Grom Hellscream's command, all the warriors of the Warsong Gulch went berserk!

"No!" Cenarius went berserk the moment he saw the Warsong Orcs frantically chopping wood: "My children, purify these evil orcs!"

"Yes, sir!" A treant leaped out, raising his hand and instantly thrusting a sharp spear at an orc footman who was helping Grom Hellscream chop down tree branches.

"Roar!" Just after the tree spirit finished attacking the orc infantry, a fierce roar suddenly erupted from beside him!

"Damn tree demon!" Just as the tree demon was in a panic, a jet-black wolf head suddenly appeared in front of it.

On the back of the giant wolf are orcs wielding sharp swords, the orcish raiders!

"Thud!" The treant's spear had only pierced the orc infantry, but the orc raider had already severed the treant's head with a single blow!

"No!" Just as the treant died, another treant let out a painful wail: "Lina!" After a painful groan, the treant raised its hand: "Die, you evil orc!" With a vengeful lash, the treant unleashed a deadly arrow.

With a "whoosh," the arrow, swift as the wind and as fast as lightning, flew towards the orc raider in an instant.

With a soft "thud," to the raider's astonishment, the tree spirit's arrow pierced its skull...

"Thump..." "Awooo..." The raider fell off the dire wolf's back with a thud. The dire wolf sensed the rider's death and let out a mournful howl.

"Damn it! Kill these elves!" The deaths of the raiders spurred all the orcs on. After all, orcs were creatures corrupted by Mannoroth, and bloodlust and rage were ingrained in the very bones of every orc.

"Cenarius, your forest cannot stop my march to kill you!" Grom Hellscream slashed at the dense swarm of branches attacking him as he slowly advanced toward Cenarius!

"Evil orc, you must die today!" Cenarius watched the relentlessly felled forest, his heart bleeding with anguish. Any remaining pity he had for Grom Hellscream vanished completely; he was determined to kill Grom Hellscream today!

"Stop yelling, you're about to die! Immediately!" Grom Hellscream already possessed the fearlessness of an orc, and after being tainted by Mannoroth's blood, he became even more frenzied and reckless. His battle axe continued to tear through the trees, and his steps continued to slowly charge towards Cenarius!

Cenarius watched Grom Hellscream approach him step by step, and then looked at the orcs who were fighting madly with the dryads and druids. He suddenly felt a sense of death in his heart!

海加尔山

"I sense Cenarius's wrath!" Malfurion exclaimed in the Night Elf council. He was about to say something when he suddenly felt the wrath of the demigod Cenarius.

As the last demigod of the night elves, Cenarius possesses the ability to control plants and also to convey emotions through them.

Clearly, Cenarius's anger towards Grom Hellscream was no longer contained, and even Malfurion, far away on Mount Hyjal, could clearly feel Cenarius's rage!

"It must be the orcs' rampant logging that angered the demigod Cenarius!" all the night elves exclaimed in unison.

Ever since the Burning Legion invaded in ancient times, the demigod Cenarius has been teaching the night elves to return to nature and maintain harmony between humanity and nature.

Meanwhile, Grom Hellscream and his Warsong Gulch were frantically cutting down trees, which would only anger the demigod Cenarius!

"We must quell Cenarius's anger!" Malfurion said with unusual firmness. As Cenarius's disciple, Malfurion had great respect for Cenarius and could not bear to see Cenarius provoked.

“However, our war with the Scourge is still ongoing, and we are even at a disadvantage!” The councilors below certainly didn’t want Cenarius to be angry, but the key issue was that the Night Elves were currently preoccupied with their own problems!

"Tyrande, you need to speed up! Cenarius is enraged!" Malfurion was well aware of the seriousness of the situation and immediately transmitted his voice to Tyrande.

Tyrande had just stepped into Lordaeron, and although she was somewhat tired, she still replied, "I have arrived on the continent of Lordaeron, and reinforcements will arrive soon!"

In fact, Tyrande's words were not based on any real confidence. Putting aside whether Lordaeron would agree to send troops, even if Lordaeron did agree, it wouldn't be a quick trip to Kalimdor.

For such a long time, no one was sure whether the Night Elves could withstand the Scourge, let alone what Cenarius's wrath was all about.

"Don't worry, I'm going to Cenarius right now!" Malfurion knew what Tyrande was worried about, and in fact, that was what he was worried about too. Cenarius was a demigod, but he wasn't invincible.

"I will do my utmost to secure the greatest possible assistance at the lowest possible cost!" Tyrande also knew that her task was no easy task, especially for the Night Elves, who were currently in dire straits.

"Very good!" After communicating with Tyrande, Malfurion jumped up from his chair and said, "I'm going to Cenarius right now. The task of resisting the Scourge's attack is entrusted to you!"

Cenarius's anger, emanating from the trees, grew stronger, and Malfurion sensed a dangerous undercurrent within it.

“We understand!” All the night elves knew from Malfurion’s expression that the situation was serious.

"Tsk tsk, Mannoroth is really capable. I can smell his scent in the air around here!" Varimathras clearly found that trace of Mannoroth's presence in the air.

"It's not just Mannoroth's aura; Cenarius's aura is also very strong. It seems Mannoroth still harbors resentment over the War of the Ancients." Deselok chuckled and said, "Things are getting more and more interesting."

"Alright, we can go now. I see Malfurion heading towards Cenarius's location." Balnazzar grinned mischievously. "I have a feeling Cenarius is in for a lot of trouble today!"

As Malfurion emerged from the Dark Elf Council, his expression instantly turned serious, his demeanor no longer as resolute as it had been in the council.

He had sensed Cenarius's boundless rage, along with a hint of fear, emanating from the trees. And any power that could instill fear in the demigod Cenarius must pose a threat to him.

"Hey, Malfurion, what are you doing here?!"

Just as Malfurion was running for his life, a sinister voice sounded behind him.

"It's you! Nathrezim!" Malfurion turned around sharply and saw three dreadlords. His expression changed instantly, as if he had realized something, and he exclaimed, "The Scourge is subordinate to the Burning Legion?!"

"Haha, I thought tens of thousands of years had made you stupid, but I didn't expect you to be so quick-witted!" Varimathras chuckled, then said sincerely, "My old friend, Malfurion, where are you in such a hurry to go?!"

"Get out of my way! Don't try to block my path!" Malfurion's face darkened.

Varimathras chuckled, "Oh, old friend, we can have a good chat now. Are those old guys from your Night Elf race still around?"

"Entangle! Go!" Malfurion had no desire to entangle with the three dreadlords any further; he knew he had to kill these damned dreadlords first.

"Hmph, you're asking for it! Dark Impact!" Varimathras, seeing that Malfurion wasn't taking it seriously, didn't hold back and immediately retaliated.

"Damn it!" Malfurion's expression changed drastically as he watched the three dreadlords beside him begin to attack him, because the emotional fluctuations of Cenarius emanating from the trees were becoming increasingly intense!

"Hehe, can you feel it? We can already sense Cenarius's emotional fluctuations!" Varimathras chuckled smugly, saying casually, "Don't worry, I will definitely keep you from rescuing Cenarius!"

"Damn it, die!" Malfurion knew there were three of them, but he had no choice but to attack desperately!

"Cenarius, I'm getting closer and closer to you!" Grom Hellscream was getting closer and closer to Cenarius.

As they drew closer, Cenarius began to feel increasingly fearful. As a demigod, he possessed some melee abilities, but he was nowhere near as strong as Grom Hellscream. He could already sense the approach of death.

"Orc, stop! You are angering the gods!" Cenarius's expression showed a hint of fear, but he still maintained the majesty of a god.

"Where did this stupid god come from!" Grom Hellscream finally broke through Cenarius's blockade. He stepped forward and grabbed Cenarius by the neck.

"No!" As Cenarius was held in Grom Hellscream's grasp, Malfurion finally broke through the blockade of the three dreadlords. Seeing this scene, Malfurion was on the verge of collapse.

"I, Grom Hellscream! Today, I will slay a god!" Grom Hellscream gave Malfurion a cold look, roared madly, and slowly raised his battle axe.

"Malfurion, you're fast!" Just as Malfurion was preparing to rescue Cenarius, the three dreadlords caught up with him!

"Die!" Grom Hellscream completely ignored Malfurion and the Dreadlord, and swung his battle axe in an instant!

With a sickening roar from Grom Hellscream, Cenarius's head fell to the ground!

"Damn orcs, you'll pay for this!" Malfurion was on the verge of collapse; he couldn't accept Cenarius being killed right before his eyes!

"The price, the price is that I will slaughter your entire Elven race!" Grom Hellscream stared coldly at Malfurion and said indifferently, "Your damned god is dead, what about you!"

"Him? Of course he'll run away!" Varimathras chuckled. "Malfurion's a seasoned veteran; he won't throw his life away!"

"You will pay the price!" Sure enough, Malfurion seized the opportunity when Grom Hellscream was off guard, snatching Cenarius's corpse in an instant and vanishing without a trace.