Just as the only survivor who knew the truth about the massacre in the woods was chased by the demons and fled frantically to the south, a roar full of sorrow resounded through the heavens and the earth in the den of the Hyjal Mountains.

The always moderate Grand Druid Marfurio of the Senarion Council. Fury Wind was like crazy at this moment, he stood in front of his beast's den, his hands clenched into fists, and roared madly towards the sky, two lines of tears constantly flowing down his bloodshot eyes.

Cenarius is dead... Its badly wounded soul had just returned to the Emerald Dream, and the weakened soul seemed to have been cut open by a vicious spell, leaving poor Cenarius in a coma that was completely unable to communicate with the outside world, and this tragic situation directly alarmed the administrator of the Emerald Dream, Cenarius's adoptive mother, the powerful awakened Ysera.

And Malfurion, as the most proud disciple of Cenarius, the relationship between this great druid and the demigod of nature is also extraordinary, back then, it was Cenarius who taught him wholeheartedly, so that Malfurion became the greatest druid, in Malfurion's heart, Cenarius was like his father, and now, his father, dead...

Behind him, the three great druids, who had received the news and rushed from Valsara as fast as they could, looked silently at the huge corpses that lay in the beast's den.

The demons who rushed out of the Felwood Forest defense line had completely occupied the woods, and the druids paid a heavy price to snatch Cenarius's body from the demons, which was covered with wounds, and the most terrible thing was that these great druids with very rich experience in warfare could see at a glance that Cenarius did not die from the demon's spells or attacks, and the wounds on his body, along with the fatal wound that cut off his neck, were left by the battle axe.

And on the battlefield where Cenarius fell, they found something else...

"Bloody Roar..."

Grand Druid Shoun. Moonpaw looked at the orc-style battle axe that lay beside Cenarius, and the Night Elf's eyes flashed with an undisguised murderous aura.

"This axe belongs to those disgusting orcs, that madman war maniac, Grom. Hell roars, look at the wounds on Cenarius's body, all made by this axe. ”

"We should have driven those lowly beasts into the sea!"

"Calm down! Shaun! ”

Another Great Druid Claw, the gentle female elf, retorted:

"The orcs are not crazy, there have been demons who drove the evil orcs to attack us in an attempt to provoke a war, this may be another insidious conspiracy of the demons!"

"Conspiracy? There is no conspiracy! ”

Shorn. Moon Claw said with an ugly face:

"What did we find in the place where Cenarius fell? Tell me, Steel Claw, the corpses of more than 1,000 Warsong orcs... They had clearly fought the dryads, had there been such large-scale attacks before? No! ”

"The orcs, at least the Warsong orcs, have fallen to the side of the demons! And their damned chieftain is the culprit! ”

"What madman would leave such a clear identification at the scene of a crime after committing a tragedy?"

Steel Claw retorted:

"This is clearly a clumsy scheme, the demons are trying to provoke us into war with the orcs, so that we can disrupt our thinking and divide our forces against the orcs... Open your eyes and see, Shaun, it's a conspiracy! We can't be led by the devil like that! ”

"Steelclaw is right!"

A hoarse voice interjected into the discussion, and the three archdruids turned around to see a bloodshot Malfurion walking into the beast's den with heavy steps, stopping at the cold corpse of Cenarius, and reaching out to help the natural demigod slowly close his glaring eyes.

The three great druids had never seen such a Malfurion, compared to the once peaceful and wise great druid, the aura around Malfurion's body in front of him was disordered, like a serious illness, but there was a flame shining in those eyes, which made people shudder.

"Malfurion, you..."

Even the most radical Grand Druid Shawn. Moonpaw sensed Malfurion's abnormality, but the latter reached out and grabbed the cold battle axe, he raised his head, looked at the three companions in front of him, and he whispered:

"It's possible that this is a treacherous ploy of the devil, so... So I'm going to question the orcs myself, and I'll figure out why..."

As he spoke, Malfurion took the cold battle axe behind him, turned away from the den, and behind him, the steel-clawed Grand Druid shouted:

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

Faced with this problem, he said angrily:

"Then I'll..."

"Bury them!"

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"They're coming! Great Chief. ”

At the junction of the ruins of Ashenvale and Azhara, on the edge of a cliff near the banks of the Angry Water, at Thrall's call, the Great Chief Orgrim, who was thinking about something else, looked up and saw hundreds of Hippriff knights and some druids flying from the northwestern part of Ashenvale.

"Put away your weapons!"

The Great Prophet Drektar said a word to Garrosh and Dranosh beside him, and the two young orcs obediently put the weapons in their hands behind their backs, and after the murderous elven horned eagle knights landed, the Great Chief stepped forward and saw a huge storm raven in the change of natural light, forming Malfurion. The figure of the furious wind.

The mild-mannered Great Druid was very emaciated at this time, and it seemed that what had just happened had put a lot of pressure on him.

"Bang"

Something was thrown at Orgrim's feet, the Great Chief 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, and wanted to rush towards the indifferent Great Druid, but was stopped by Thrall and Jorin, Dranosh hugged his brother's waist and dragged him back, but the excited Garrosh was like an angry beast, and roared at Malfurion:

"Chop! Lunatic! What did you do to my father! Where is he? Where is he?! Tell me, Elf, where is my father? ”

Garrosh's roar made the Great Chieftain's face not look good, Ogrim and Grom have been friends for many years, he is familiar with Grom's character, and there is only one possibility to take the weapon from him.

Thinking of this, a hint of anger flashed in Orgrim's eyes, and he took a step forward and stared at Malfurion:

"Where's Grom?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you this question? Orcs! ”

Malfurion's tone also became very cold:

"As a suspect in the murder of the natural demigod Cenarius, shouldn't I ask you, you orcs, to put Grom. Where is Hell Roar hiding? ”

"Hand him over, orc! I just need him to tell me what's going on on the battlefield in the woods..."

"What do you mean?"

Hearing Malfurion's questioning with hatred and anger, Orgrim paused for a moment, narrowing his eyes and staring at the Grand Druid:

"Didn't you take Grom? What do you mean... He's not in your hands? ”

"Huh?"

Malfurion's expression became difficult to look at:

"He's not in your hands either?"

"The scouts we sent didn't get close to the battlefield of the forest tree dwelling at all, elves, it was already the world of demons, it was Grom's son who brought back his news, the Warsong clan was raided by demons in the lumber yard of Ash Valley, and nearly a thousand orcs were unconsciously poured with demon blood, causing their group to go crazy, and Grom went to deal with this matter."

Grand Chief Orgrim stared at Malfurion's expression and said:

"Grom is such a person, although he is brutal and warlike, he will not give up his people easily, and this is the last news we received about Grom, we thought that he fell into your hands, and to be honest, I am confused about what is happening, I don't even know what happened, you just said that Grom killed your demigods?"

"Are you kidding?"

The Great Prophet Drektar answered:

"I've seen the demigods of Mount Hyjal with my own eyes, with all due respect, Grand Druid, you seem to think too highly of the orcs' combat prowess, even if it's Grom in his heyday, he's no match for Cenarius, what's more... He's old. ”

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

Malfurion glanced at the Great Prophet with the black strip of cloth in his eyes, and he whispered:

"Cenarius is dead, my most respected mentor and protector of the Night Elves, and he is covered in the scars left by the axe, which was found by Cenarius' side, how do you explain this?"

Behind the Grand Druid, the General of the Hyjal Mountains Defense, Miara. Rige said indifferently:

"We've seen the Orcs of Evil as well, and it's true that Grom can't defeat Cenarius, but if he drinks enough of it... It's hard to say..."

"Shut up! Genie! ”

Thrall stepped forward with some anger, and he shouted loudly:

"Chief Grom is the least likely person to drink evil again, he hates demons... What's more, are you sure that what you got is a blood roar? ”

"Huh?"

Thrall's questioning caused the Great Druid and the Great Chief to turn their heads to look at him at the same time, and the young orc took a deep breath and turned back to Garrosh and shouted:

"Come here, Garrosh, it's time for you to prove Chief Grom's innocence, and come and see if this axe is the ancestral weapon of your Warsong clan!"

Hearing this, Yorin and Dranosh let go of the agitated Garrosh, and the young orc looked viciously at the elves who had slandered his father, and he walked up to the Great Chief, picked up the cold battle axe, and put it in front of his eyes to look at it carefully.

Garrosh's fingers caressed every corner of the tomahawk, the notches and decorations were almost identical to the tomahawk he remembered his father holding, almost as if carved out of a mold, but from the outside, it was impossible to tell the authenticity of the weapon, and under the gaze of everyone, the young orc put the weapon to his ear, and after a few seconds, a trace of contempt flashed across Garrosh's face.

He threw the tomahawk back at Malfurion's feet:

"It's exactly the same on the outside, but it's a well-crafted fake..."

"Oh? So how do you prove it? Orcs! ”

Malfurion stared at Garrosh, who let out a sigh:

"Every legendary weapon has a soul of its own, you should know that, elves... When the Bloodroar is held in the hands of the bloodline of the Hellroar family, we can clearly feel the anger in our bodies, and we can hear the roar of blood, which is why it is called "Bloodroar"..."

"And this weapon has no soul!"

Garrosh clenched his fists, he was finally sure that his father had not fallen into the hands of the elves, he must have suffered some accident, but he left the battlefield safely, as long as he was alive, there was still hope...

"It's just your words, orcs!"

The elven general behind the Great Druid said with some dissatisfaction, but at this moment, neither the Great Druid nor the Great Chief answered her question, on the contrary, the two strongest people present turned their eyes to the cliff beyond this forest... The roar of the rolling river of angry waters, at some point, disappeared...

"Something is wrong!"

The Great Chief subconsciously took off his Hammer of Destruction from his back, he looked left and right, and a sense of crisis that burst out from his heart made him take a deep breath:

"Something is coming... It's a trap! ”

Orgrim turned his head to stare at Malfurion:

"Elf, you set a trap for us?"

"Buzz"

The light of Transfiguration shone on Malfurion's body, and in the blink of an eye, a huge war bear with antlers on its head and a wild insignia appeared in the woodland, and the sound of Malfurion's urn was heard:

"It's not me... I don't need a trap to deal with you... It's the enemy, it could be, the devil... Or maybe it's something. ”

"Prepare for battle!"

Mount Hygar Defense General Miara. At the sound of the song, hundreds of elven knights and druids immediately prepared to defend and attack, and on the other side of them, the orcs also drew their weapons.

"Send a signal for Kilrog to support us!"

The Great Prophet pulled out two battle axes from his waist that were entwined with elemental power, and he said a word to Thrall beside him, who immediately took out a piece of communication fireworks, and the legions of the Blood Ring Clan were stationed at the edge of the ruins of Aishara, which was only less than 30 kilometers away, and it only took ten minutes to get there.

"Buzz"

Red signal fireworks flew out of Thrall's hand, but the moment the thing rose into the air, a whistling ice arrow froze the fireworks in the air with precision.

It seemed to be a signal, and the next moment, the sound of the rope sounded in the surrounding forest, like countless snakes crawling on the earth, the sound that made everyone's scalp tingle, and the sound of the river splashing and ice intertwining, like the great glacier of the North Sea rising in the sea.

"Ahh

A lazy, hoarse woman's voice sounded in everyone's ears at the same time, just hearing this voice, you can think of how beautiful the woman with this voice is, what a national color and fragrance.

But Malfurion, who could not help but scratch the ground under his paws when he heard the sound, recognized it and he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

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

The voice accompanied a strange figure on the edge of the battlefield, and behind that figure, Naga... Countless nagas rushed into battle along the frozen Raging River and the ice bridge that plunged into the cliff, and the snake-like creatures looked at the trapped alliance with their own grim gaze, their eyes full of throbbing murderous intent.

"Ten thousand years ago, when you broke down the gates of my palace with those allies of yours, it wasn't the same expression you have now..."

"Didn't little Tyrande come with you?"

The voice carried a hint of sarcasm and contempt:

"Her moon god told her that it was better not to go out today? Hehe, that's wise... But it doesn't matter, as long as you're in my hands, little Tyrande will always show up, and I've complimented her on being beautiful, you know? At that time, I didn't know that under that beautiful appearance, there was a heart like a poisonous snake..."

"Who's that! Genie! Do you know her? ”

The orcs clenched their weapons tightly, and everyone knew that the guy in front of them was not good, and the big chief shouted:

"Who is she!"

Malfurion did not answer, and the voice rang out again:

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

"You... Dare to say my name? Despicable traitor..."

"Get on your knees!"

"Now, to your Empress... Repent! ”