Rise of the blood elves

When we returned to the camp, the orc army was already gearing up in front of the camp gate.

There was a chilling atmosphere in the air.

Thousands of the most elite orc soldiers gathered behind their respective commanders, their faces extremely solemn.Except for the low growls of the wargs and the snorts of the kodo beasts, the entire army was silent. Everyone was silent. Their tense faces seemed to be unable to hold back, and they couldn't wait to kill Mannoroth, their life-and-death enemy.

The curse represented by this name is like a tarsal maggot, which has plagued the orcs for more than twenty years.

Ever since the respected shaman Ner'zhul, who was respected by the orcs, was deceived by the great demon Kil'jaeden, he mistakenly led the draenei who had always been at peace with the orcs as enemies, and persuaded all the clans to preemptively attack the draenei. As soon as the Nigerians launched an attack, the orcs embarked on a path of no return.

By the time Ner'zhul woke up and realized that he and even his compatriots had been used and become a tool in Kil'jaeden's hands, it was already too late.He knew the truth, but he didn't dare to disclose it. He could only watch as Kil'jaeden cultivated a spokesperson to replace him.

Ner'zhul's most ambitious apprentice, Gul'dan.

Under the temptation of power, Gul'dan gave up the way of shaman sacrifice and instead worshiped Kil'jaeden's disciples, using the curse code to cut off the connection between the orcs and the elements of Draenor.And when all the shaman priests were confused because of this, they spread the knowledge of evil energy to the orcs.

Deceived by lies, more and more shamans gave up their faith and turned to the way of sorcerers, almost extinguishing this tradition.

Gul'dan united all the clans to form the tribe, and he himself hid behind the scenes, secretly controlling the tribe as the leader of the Shadow Council.

finally

Gul'dan brought a gift to his people, the blood of Mannoroth, a supreme gift from his master.

The most powerful abyss lord of the Burning Legion, he possesses evil power that no mortal can control, and his blood can even lead to corruption.Led by Grom Hellscream, the chieftain of the Warsong Clan, most of the orcs made mistakes they regretted forever.

They accepted this "gift".

But what they didn't expect was that they lost far more than they gained.

Although the blood of Mannoroth gave them great power, it also destroyed their original peaceful minds and turned them into insatiable killing tools.From now on, they are no longer a nomadic race who follow the ways of their ancestors and live in harmony with nature, but slaves with bloodthirsty instincts one after another. If there are no enemies to quench their hunger and thirst, they will only fight against each other endlessly. The entire clan was destroyed in the killing.

This was the perfect tool of war that Kil'jaeden, or rather the Burning Legion, needed.

The Horde captured the city, invaded the temple of Karabor, and destroyed Shattrath until all the Draenei cities were reduced to rubble. There is no longer any Draenei who has not fled into the mountains and forests to escape the scourge of war.

The uncontrollable killing instinct prompted the orcs to conquer each other.The use of fel magic also turned the once beautiful Draenor into a corrupt and devastated wasteland.At this time, a better vision emerged.

Gul'dan revealed a wonderful future for the orcs: a world far broader and more beautiful than Draenor, waiting for them to conquer.It's called Azeroth.

Just like that, the Dark Portal was completed.

The orcs came out in force and launched a war on Azeroth.

Since they passed through the Dark Portal, Kil'jaeden's purpose has been achieved.Even though Orgrim Doomhammer, who had never drank the blood of Mannoroth, realized that his people were being used, he killed the former warchief in a duel and replaced him, uprooting Gul'dan's Shadow Council and allowing the orcs to regain control of their own. Destiny, but what's the use?

To Azeroth, the orcs are invaders after all.This land cannot accommodate them, let alone the bloodthirsty slave war that has been poisoned by the blood of Mannoroth and has been unable to calm down. As early as the first warchief Blackhand Blackhand launched an attack on the Kingdom of Stormwind, it could not stop. It started working.

Preemptive strike is the only option.From the perspective of a bystander, Orgrim, the number one war criminal to mankind, has indeed fulfilled his responsibility. He is almost on the verge of defeating the indigenous humans and winning a new home for the orcs to thrive.

But after six years of fighting in a foreign land, the orcs finally failed.Gul'dan betrayed his compatriots and took away half of his troops at a critical moment, leading to the failure of the siege of the capital of Lordaeron.

For Orgrim, this is a battle that cannot be lost.Because compared to humans, orcs have no foundation in Azeroth and only have a preemptive advantage.The results he achieved today were all won by his clever tricks.

Once the desperate strategic policy of taking the lead in uprooting the alliance's power center is thwarted, the alliance's war machine will run at full speed, and the war will enter a stalemate stage, and the orcs will undoubtedly lose.

The attack and defense of the capital of Lordaeron was the turning point of the Second War. After that, the orcs were routed thousands of miles away by the revitalized Alliance army.

Most of the orcs became prisoners in the asylum. As the effectiveness of the blood of Mannoroth began to decline, symptoms of lethargy and decadence caused by the sequelae began to appear, and the orcs began to miss the peaceful past in Draenor.

Behind the depravity of the orcs is a variety of factors.I dare not say that the blood of Mannoroth is the crux, but it is definitely the most important one.

The Abyss Lord Mannoroth is the source of the curse. As long as he is killed, all the orcs can be freed from the painful curse for more than twenty years.

Brooks led Jaina forward gradually. Even far away, Jaina could smell the pungent smell, just like what she had smelled in the tavern where dock porters gathered, mixed with the smell of sweat and vomit. Same.

Orcs have a lot of body odor.

But she didn't show any disgust and still walked forward slowly.

She saw that there were very few young people in the orc army. There were only a few young people. During the unbearable decades of prison life, a new generation was born by chance and inherited the curse. They had green skin instead of healthy brown. A new generation of skin.

There are many middle-aged orcs with gray hair and yellowed fangs. Most of them are veterans who have participated in the first and second wars.Perhaps every veteran has a dozen human lives on his hands.

After experiencing the involuntary pain and the humiliation of being imprisoned, these orcs once again picked up the weapons in their hands and united under the same flag. Only this time, the target was no longer the enemy marked for them by the Burning Legion, but It's the Burning Legion itself.

There are also some tauren and trolls in the army.

Jaina heard that both races had been favored by the orcs not long ago, and in order to repay the orcs for their rescue, they joined their new tribes.She has no dislike for tauren at all. As early as when she was studying in Dalaran, she learned about this simple and peaceful race on the continent of Kalimdor from the library.

Rather a troll

There is a feud between humans and trolls, and the hatred between the two parties is even longer than that of the orcs.In the northern part of the Eastern Continent, you can hear news of forest trolls looting Lordaeron villages or attacking travelers all year round.

But what makes Jaina curious is that these trolls from the Darkspear tribe seem to be different from their compatriots.

After lining up the dense group of "people" and walking among the orcs for a while, Brox finally brought Jaina to the front of the team.

Some tribal leaders gathered there and talked with each other, as if discussing the next march route.

Thrall, who was wearing black plate armor, was riding on a frost wolf with snow-white fur. It was a female wolf he brought from the Alterac Mountains, named Snow Song. To the members of the Frostwolf clan, the frost wolf was not a mount. Or a pet, but the bond of your own soul.

In the shadow of the trees next to Thrall, squatted a troll with slender limbs and strange oil paint all over his body.Jaina didn't know his name, but she could always feel the strong shadow power of this silent troll.

An excellent hunter who hides in the shadows and kills enemies with one strike.

Next to him is a huge tauren. He is the tauren chief Kane Bloodhoof.Kane was the first to notice Jaina's arrival, cast a kind look at her, smiled and nodded in greeting.

This tauren leader, whose eyes are full of wisdom, always looks calm. Even when he speaks, he speaks half a beat slower than others. He will not express his opinions easily without careful consideration.

But Jaina had seen that Kane showed unparalleled enthusiasm and bravery in battle, which was completely different from his usual appearance.She asked herself that even if her fifteen royal guards swarmed up, they would definitely not be a match for Kane.I'm afraid that just by waving the rune spear in his hand, or simply using the huge totem stake on his back, all the royal guards will be shot away like children.

"The Great Chief."

Brooks saluted and stepped aside.

Only then did Thrall notice Jaina's arrival, rolled over from "Snow Song" and walked to Jaina.

Jaina only felt a shadow covering her head.

"I am very grateful for your help, Miss Proudmoore. I never thought that one day we would fight side by side. You saved my brother, and on behalf of all my people, I pay you the highest respect." Thrall He saluted solemnly.

Jaina knew that Thrall was raised by a human named "Blackmoore". Compared with other orcs, Thrall's thinking model was better able to understand how to get along with humans, and even a human leader.

"This is what I should do"

Before Jaina finished speaking, an unusually tall orc walked out from behind Thrall.

Grom, Hellscream.

Grom was too tall, even half a head taller than Thrall. He had thick black hair hanging down to his waist and carried a huge two-handed ax on his back.Wearing more than a dozen metal rings on his ears and a pure black tattoo on his chin, he looked extremely intimidating. Jaina's heart skipped two beats because of this, and she felt that a huge threat was approaching her. It is the intuition that the mage has developed over a long period of time. When approaching a powerful melee fighter that can take her life away in an instant, the mage's instinct will keep her away.

But upon closer inspection, he discovered that this war-god-like figure was surprisingly thin and could even be said to be skinny. The strong physique that he was once so proud of had been wiped out by the curse brought by two demonic bloods. Nothing.It was as if he had been evacuated for a long time now, and he could continue to stand here with his broken body only because of his extremely strong revenge and his rock-solid terrifying will.

Hellscream said nothing, but slapped his fist heavily on his chest and gave Jaina the most solemn courtesy among orcs.Had it not been for Jaina's Soul Stone, Hellscream would have been unable to escape the control of the demon's blood.

"You should wait for my follow-up troops to arrive before launching an attack."

Jaina suggested with some concern.After all, Mannoroth was not alone, and was surrounded by a large army of demons. The orcs obviously did not have an absolute advantage.Ashenvale is now filled with demons. If the battle goes unfavorably and other demons reinforce Mannoroth, the orc army may be in danger of being destroyed.

In the process of pursuing the prophecy, she led only a small number of troops, and the large troops stayed in Dustwallow Marsh to build bases and protect civilians.

After receiving guidance from the crow prophet Medivh in the Stonetalon Mountains and deciding to join forces with the orcs and go north to help the night elves guard the World Tree, Jaina sent a message to the large forces remaining in Dustwallow Swamp, asking them to stay. The rest of the necessary troops will come to the Ashen Valley to join him.

It would take at least three more days for the army to arrive.

Thrall shook his head, "No, time waits for no one, Mannoroth will not wait for us that long. We must solve it as soon as possible, otherwise once it escapes, the curse will continue endlessly."

At this time, a deep voice sounded from the side.

"Angry souls surround you, young chief. Don't be blinded by the anger in front of you, it will put you in a disadvantageous situation." Kane's calm words seemed to have a soothing power.

Thrall took a deep breath, climbed onto Xue Ge's back again, and said, "I will remember your teachings, Kane."

"I heard that humans and night elves once formed allies. If possible, only you can express our intentions to those night elves and eliminate them." Sal paused for a moment, seeming to search for applicable human common language words in his mind. For a long time, Then he said, "Misunderstanding."

Jaina couldn't help but twitch in her heart.

Grom Hellscream killed the demigod and guardian respected by the night elves. Compared with this move, the deforestation in their homeland was nothing. There was almost no way to deal with such a grudge. Lift.

"I will do my best and wish you good luck." But Gianna still said.

Thrall nodded, looked at Hellscream, waved his hand, and issued an order to his subordinates.

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