Northeast of the Ash Valley, Warsong Lumber Yard.

This is the largest logging base of the Orc Warsong Clan in the Gray Valley, when the Orcs landed in Durontar earlier, there was a lack of wood to build the city, and the Warsong Clan took the initiative to take on the work of logging in the Gray Valley, at that time it was just to build the city, and later the goblins came to the Orcs and purchased various resources at a high price, so the wood from the Gray Valley became the "export product" of the Orcs.

The Ashen Valley is the traditional sphere of influence of the Night Elves, and the orcs logging here also conflicts with the elves' claim to love nature, so there was a lot of friction between the two sides over this matter, and even almost fought each other, until a few years ago, the Great Prophet Drektar personally went to Mount Hyjal to visit the leader of the Night Elves, and the two sides verbally resolved the matter.

The orcs' large-scale logging operations were stopped, but the small-scale felling continued, and the Night Elves turned a blind eye to it, until the elves were caught in the trouble of the Demon War and could no longer care about things outside the battlefield, so the Warsong Clan's logging business began to be carried out on a large scale again.

Of course, this time, the orcs also took the initiative to take the initiative to clear the scattered demons in the northeast of the Ash Valley, and from this point of view, the orcs can be regarded as contributing to the war between the elves and the demons.

But since 2 years ago, the haunting evil orcs have reappeared, it is the orc's contempt for their fellow citizens who drank the blood of demons, and the Great Chief Orgrim sent the best scouts, and after months of inventory, finally figured out the source of the demon's blood, which is the Abyss Lord hidden in the Shadow Keep of the Felwood Forest, Manolos the Destroyer.

Unfortunately, although the culprit was figured out, the orcs couldn't kill it, because the Forest of Feywood was already surrounded by the Night Elves, and the Orcs had no intention of joining this large-scale war, especially since the Night Elves didn't invite them to the war at all, and the Orcs didn't have the idea of hot faces and cold butts at all.

But alas, even if the orcs don't want to embrace war anymore, war will still come in the end.

"Bang"

The hidden door of Warsong Lumberyard was violently kicked open, and when he got the news, Warsong Chief Grom rushed to the scene as fast as he could. Hell Roar looked gloomily at the empty lumber yard in front of him, the felled timber was still scattered on the side, the orc huts and warehouses still showed signs of fire, and the empty field was full of blood and orc corpses, but the entire lumberyard was empty.

The orc warriors who had followed Grom scattered quickly, searching the lumberyard for anything useful, while the chief himself, with his son Garrosh, gathered up the corpses of the war dead one by one, and the wounds on those corpses made the young Garrosh grit his teeth.

The axe marks, the knife cuts, Garrosh was familiar with this wound, because it was caused by the weapons used by the orcs, and it was not a surprise attack by other forces, but a cannibalism from within.

"Why? Why would it..."

Garrosh couldn't help but look at his father, who shook his head and motioned for him to be quiet, and after a few moments, an orc warrior approached Grom with a wooden cup, and handed it to the chief, who took it, put it to his nose and sniffed it, with a disgusted look on his face.

"Bang"

The wooden cup was crushed by the chief's foot, and he said to his son with a gloomy face:

"It's well water mixed with demonic blood... Our compatriots have been plotted by those miscellaneous things. ”

"Find! Find them! Find them before they join the war between demons and elves! ”

Under the chieftain's orders, a group of wolf knights quickly stepped onto the wolves and followed in the footsteps of the departing orcs, while Garrosh watched as his father held torches and set the corpses of the fallen warsong orcs on fire.

In the burning of that flame, Garrosh clenched his fists, and said to his father:

"Father! I also go to my compatriots who have lost their minds, and whatever they want to do, I will stop them! ”

"Nope! Garrosh. ”

Grom straightened up in front of the raging flames, his hair already gray from the torture of demonism and time, but he still hadn't lost the temperament of a warrior, still sharp as a knife.

"Garrosh, go back to Orgrimmar as fast as you can, and tell the other chiefs that the demons are no longer satisfied with the temptation tricks of petty fights, and this time, they have tempted half of the Warsong clan in one go, my child, although I am not a wise man, but I also know that whatever the plans of the demons are, this proves that they no longer intend to hide it."

"The orcs don't want to be involved in this war, but now it seems that we have no second choice."

Grom let out a long sigh, he touched the legacy of the Warsong clan behind him, the legendary battle axe known as "Blood Roar", he closed his eyes, and said to his son:

"Go back and tell the Great Chief, let him prepare for war, the demons will not attack us head-on, but they will definitely play a conspiracy, and this time, it is the beginning of their conspiracy, I will try to stop those evil orcs as much as possible, but no matter what happens on the battlefield, no matter what happens to me, no matter what news you hear, Garrush, don't be impulsive!"

"The orcs have had enough of the reckless losses..."

Garrosh heard a hint of ominousness from his father's bleak words, and he subconsciously grabbed his father's wrist, and he said in a deep voice:

"Then come back with me, and after we have discussed it with the chiefs, we will come back to war..."

Before Garrosh could finish his sentence, Grom turned to look at him, and the chief of the Warsong clan said word by word:

"Do you mean, then, that I should give up my tempted people? Garrosh, do you really want to advise your chief like that? Do you really want me to watch more than 1,000 of my countrymen die at the hands of demons or elves? ”

"They were tempted! Father! ”

Garrosh gritted his teeth and said:

"They have fallen, they have drunk the blood of demons, they are not our compatriots anymore! You don't need to die for them anymore! ”

"Shut up! Open your eyes and see, my son, they didn't drink the demon's blood of their own free will, they were plotted, it wasn't out of their intention, they were still orcs of the Warsong Clan in their hearts! Or my people! ”

Grom's clenched fists clicked, and he looked at his son with a stern gaze, and he said in a deep voice:

"You don't understand the responsibility of the chiefs, Garrosh, and if today I can evade my responsibility by saying that they have voluntarily fallen, then tomorrow I will send our brothers into battle without a care, and see them die! Should I do that? Have you forgotten the ancestral teachings of the Warsong Clan? ”

"On the battlefield, the chieftain should die before the warriors... If he doesn't, then he doesn't deserve to be a chief! ”

As he spoke, Grom rolled over and stepped onto his wolf, and he looked back at his son:

"Go, Garrosh, take my words back... Don't come along! ”

His father's last words stopped Garrosh who wanted to follow, and he watched his father disappear into the woods of Ashenvale, the young orc glanced back at the burning corpse of the war dead, and finally, gritting his teeth, he quickly rushed into the rear camp of the Warsong Lumberyard, and after a dozen seconds, a two-legged wyvern roared into the sky of Ashenvale, galloping in the direction of Orgrimmar.

"Father, hold on!"

In the cold wind high in the air, Garrosh clung to the reins:

"I'll be back as fast as I can..."

"Don't die, old man!"

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On the other side, in the middle of the Ashen Valley, a slightly eerie temple hidden in the endless forest of the Ashen Valley, made of a giant tree, inhabited by the descendants of the god of nature, Cenarius, to be exact, one of the hometowns of the dryads and the guardians of the forest.

Located at the junction of Ashendale and Felwood Forest, this tree temple firmly guards the passage between Ashenvale and Felwood Forest, and even in the craziest days of the Demon War, the heroic dryads did not let the demons occupy this place, but now, it is a river of blood.

More than 1,000 heavily armed Warsong Orcs are storming the wooded positions, their eyes red and demonic blood flowing in their veins, burning their sanity and unleashing their wildness and power, the orcs drank demonic blood once during the Draenor World, and have been battling demonic blood in their bodies for years in Azeroth.

Like addicts in withdrawal, in a delicate state, their bodies craving demonic blood, but their wills resisting the evil, but now, thanks to the efforts of the disciples of the demonic assassin Akali, the blood of the archdemon destroyer Maloneus has once again been infused into the bodies of these orc warriors.

Their fight failed, and worsened, embracing demonic blood again to satisfy their bodies' thirst for depravity, plunging them into the abyss of slaughter once more, and deeper and deeper.

However, if it is only the attack of more than 1,000 evil orcs, then it is completely impossible to break through the defense line of the forest dwelling, the dryads and jungle guardians here are not vegetarians, these descendants inherited from the blood of natural demigods are very powerful, the male nature guardians have elk-like bodies and elf upper bodies, they have hideous antlers on their heads, and their right hands are wrapped around black thorns.

These behemoths are powerful and dexterous like elk, they dare to confront the orcs head-on, and in a simple battle of strength, they are not left behind, and behind the tall and sturdy Guardians of the Jungle are petite dryads, these Dryads are about the same body as the Guardians of the Jungle, but the antlers hidden in the long green hair on their heads are smaller, and they are not protected by thorns, and their strength is weak.

But in its place was greater agility and a deep knowledge of natural spells.

The lively dryads wore wooden armor and shouted slogans, and between the waves of their hands, green wooden spears flew into the sky and pierced into the scattered orc positions in front of them, any orc who was pierced by the wooden spears would have weak hands and feet, this is the natural magic attached to the javelins of the dryads, similar to toxins, but the effect is more powerful.

The Dryads have an absolute advantage in this war, because not only are they fighting on the battlefield, but also their ancestors... The powerful nature demigod Cenarius himself is also here.

It's like the forest guardian magnified 3 times the natural demigod has a majestic face, he runs on the battlefield like a moving hill, his powerful power easily knocks any orcs in his way in front of him, and his huge hooves as long as they trample on the ground, it is a terrible war trampling, Cenarius didn't care about the siege of those crazy orcs, his hands raised, and thick vines rolled out of the ground, trapping those orcs in place.

None of the orcs could come close to him, after all, he was a wilderness demigod, even if he was much weaker than Agamagan, but it was not something that mortals could approach.

Of course, Cenarius was supposed to be in the Felwood Forest at this time, and he was here because he was tracking down a strange demonic assassin who had infiltrated the Night Elves' camp just two hours earlier, killing 27 front-line commanders, much to the fury of the front commander Cenarius, who chased him all the way from the Felwood Forest to this place, and then lost all traces of the demonic assassin.

But it happened to catch up with the battle of the evil orcs attacking the forest dwellings, this strange coincidence, made the natural demigod have a bad feeling in his heart, he vaguely felt a crisis, but he couldn't let this group of evil orcs attack his descendants...

The natural demigods did not kill these orcs.

With Cenarius's vision, he could easily see that these orcs were contaminated by the blood of evil energy, although some evil orcs had joined the demon side before, but this was the first time that such a large-scale evil orc operation had been conducted.

Cenarius frowned as he looked at the Blood Orcs in front of him who were gradually crumbling under the siege of the Forest Guardians and Dryads, his green eyes full of doubt and solemnity.

He recognized the emblem on the orc's chest, the symbol of the Warsong clan of the orc tribe, and he summoned vines to trap the defeated orcs, then he looked up and looked into the distance to the cheers of the dryads and the forest guardians, the forest had informed him of Grom's arrival, so the natural demigods left the orcs alive.

He wondered if it was a planned attack, or was it an accident, as before.

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