Lallaire. Toothfire, one of the ancient druids who fought in the War of the Ancients, was active before 9,000 years ago.

After the failure of the demons to invade Azeroth 10,000 years ago, not all the demons left this world, and some of the guys who received the power of the demons remained in the darkness and continued to plot the destruction of the world for their demon masters.

At that time, humans, gnomes, dwarves, these lives had not yet been born, and there were very few types of life in the whole world, in addition to the trolls everywhere, there were elves, bear people, wild boar people, etc., so there were not many choices left for demons, and when they developed a servant army, they often chose some elves who were not strong-willed.

The elves who voluntarily or passively received the power of the demons changed their shapes greatly, their slender and graceful bodies were replaced by bloated and twisted muscles, their beautiful legs were transformed into recurved hooves, and their bodies also grew purple or black manes, as well as demonic horns, and a tail that constantly flicked.

These ugly and treacherous half-demons are called "Sartre" by the elves, a scornful term for traitors.

But these hidden Sartre, hundreds of years after the demons were defeated, set off a great rebellion against Mount Hyjal and the World Tree, they summoned many demons from the void to help fight, and at that time, the entire Night Elves had not recovered from the ancient war, and they fought very hard in the face of the rebellious Sartre.

That battle left many undamned warriors in ruins, and at the most critical moment of the Battle of Sartre, Elier was defeated. Some of the druids, led by Toothfire, were unwilling to be beaten again, and they conducted a dangerous experiment without telling the others.

As we all know, the power of the druids comes from the wilderness demigods they believe in, and the demigods give them the ability to transform and fight, but not all the wilderness demigods will give their power to the druids, not because the demigods are stingy, but some powers, which are too dangerous for mortals, such as the most ferocious wilderness demigods, the wolf spirit Godring.

The giant wolf god who walks through the forest like a lone wolf in his prime, with a snow-colored mane, is extremely powerful, and the wild power it represents is equally unruly, and the druids rarely ask the wolf spirit for strength, but Lalaire. Yahuo and his companions, at the critical moment when they saw their compatriots being beaten by Sartre retreating, they accepted the blessing of the wolf spirit without hesitation.

They became the world's first werewolf druids, fierce, powerful, desperate to fight, these werewolf druids from the wolf howl valley into the battlefield, at the junction of the Feywood Forest and the gray valley, and those invincible Sartre launched a desperate battle, they fought in the wolf howl valley for several days, thousands of werewolf druids killed several times their own demons and Sartre, and finally forced Sartre had to flee in a hurry.

It can be said that without the existence of Lalair and the werewolf druids, it is really difficult to say what the ending of the Night Elves in the battle of Sartre would be, but the ending of Lalel is not good, Godling's power is not something that ordinary people can control, these werewolf druids are too immersed in killing, which also makes their minds change, and they begin to frantically attack all the creatures around them, even their companions.

As a last resort, Grand Druid Malfurion. Fury Wind had to seal these runaway werewolf druids in the deepest part of the Emerald Dream Realm, and then ordered that no druids should be allowed to ask the wolf spirit Godlin for strength anymore.

But Lalevel is not dead, and the druids will not die so easily in the Emerald Dream Realm, and in the thousands of years of seals, powerful mages have come into contact with this group of initial werewolves more than once, and Medivan is said to have personally seen Lalai and his companion, the hapless human actor Wolf. Wallace was a victim of Medivan's research on werewolves.

At the behest of Tyrion, more than a year ago, Arugao secretly returned to Gilneth to secretly summon the dangerous head wolf from the Emerald Dream Realm, and gave him a moonlit herb that could effectively suppress the power of the werewolf.

The King of the Dark Blades is not doing good, he and Laler have made a deal to help Wolf integrate the werewolf forces of the Silverpine Forest in exchange for his freedom, and the 9,000-year-old druid agrees to this request after freeing himself from the werewolf's endless wrath, but he also needs Wolf's help to find something.

Lalai needed the "Holy Relic" in the hands of the Night Elf druids who were active in Gilness, the weapon known as the "Scythe of the Luna", the staff he used when he received Godling's powers 9,000 years ago, and he needed that staff to free his other brothers who were trapped in the Emerald Dream.

After learning of Lalare's survival, the Blightcallers operating in Kul Tiras also sent an emissary to invite Lallaire. Toothfire joins the ranks of the wither, and it is said that the two sides had a good conversation, but when Lalai tries to take the Luna Scythe from the Night Elf Druid, a little accident occurs, causing the Night Elves to perceive the wolf's relief in advance, so they return to Hyjal with the Luna Scythe almost immediately.

This angered Lalaire, but he eventually came to his senses, especially when he learned from Wolf that the demons were about to invade Azeroth again, and the ancient druid hit it off with Tyrion, and he wanted to stay in Gilneth and join forces with Luminus and Wolf to resist the demons' attacks.

Although these old bones who have gone through the ancient war can sometimes be very stubborn and difficult to deal with, their hatred and vigilance for demons in their bones have helped Tyrion a lot at this point in time.

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"Bang"

A living skeleton writhed and tried to get up from the pit, but just as it looked up, a cold boot kicked the rotten head head, kicking it back into the pit again.

"Burn them!"

A slightly accented voice sounded, and the next moment, viscous fire oil was poured from the top of the bone pit, and in the gurgling sound of the liquid, the young figure stood beside the bone pit with a torch in his hand, and after a while, the strange smell of flames burned from the bone pit.

This is not a scene on a battlefield, in fact, this is the outer city of Lordaeron, a scene that happened in the cemetery in the civilian area, in the will of the Lich King, the invisible dark force is awakening the corpses in the tomb, not one by one, in the strange noise of the night, often all the corpses in a cemetery will be pulled up from eternal sleep.

The Lich King's "appetite" is good, he doesn't care about the weak soul power left on these bones, unlike Tyrion, who picks and chooses, and when the chaos caused by the Plague Cauldron has not yet subsided, the people of the kingdom of Lordaeron are horrified to find that it seems that overnight, they are surrounded by brainless undead wandering in the sun.

While these brainless undead are no threat to the military in the eyes of the military, to be honest, this scene is more terrifying to civilians than the legendary Darkblade Death Knight, even though there is no comparison between the two.

"Quick, next!"

Dranosh. Sarufar, the young orc chief who lived in Lordaeron, was also busy in the cemetery in the civilian area with a group of militia at this time, which showed the lack of manpower, of course, this is also because King Terenus had foreseen that something bad was coming, and he ordered that all the tombs in and around the city be "purified" within a day.

And when the militia dug up the cemetery, they realized that the situation was far worse than what they saw or thought... Underground, in almost all known graves, there are awakened corpses, and for the bones of weak civilians, militiamen with weapons can be solved, but the most tricky ones are the corpses of real warriors.

When the orcs invaded Lordaeron, many of the warriors who died in battle were buried in the cemetery in the city, and after these warriors were awakened, they still retained part of the fighting mentality, these bones were difficult for the militia to fight, and the follow-up of little Sarufar was to prevent the militia from being damaged, which was completely necessary.

And from the busy morning to now, little Sarufar's armor is full of disgusting foul blood, and even his well-maintained battle axe is full of this corpse pollution, which makes the young orc very dissatisfied, but there is no way, he lives in the city at this time, if he doesn't care, the undead will rush up, and he will be unlucky at that time.

"Be careful, don't go down, burn them with fire! Use a spear, not a sword! Fool, don't get dragged down! ”

The orc swung his axe and slashed off the head of the sword-wielding undead who had burst out of the excavated tomb, and then kicked a militiaman too close to him to avoid the deadly impaling of the rotten sword, and in his roar, the militiamen picked up their spears and roared and rushed forward to stab them, barely driving the bones of the undead back into the flames.

But looking at the undead struggling in the flames, little Sarufar still had a very uncomfortable feeling, although these soldiers died in the battle with the orcs, although they may still have the blood of the orcs on their hands, but after all, they died on the battlefield, in the ancient tradition of the orcs, little Sarufar was somewhat unable to accept this kind of desecration of the dead.

Of course, this may also have something to do with what happened to his father, and this is still the case inside the city, and the situation outside the city is obviously even worse.

"Dranoche! Come on! ”

As little Sarufar walked to another tomb with the oil canister in his hand, behind him, the shouts of the orc Jorin, dressed in mage robes, made him jerk his head back, and the orc gave a few words to the tired militia around him, and then walked towards Jorin.

"What's wrong? Jorin, didn't you study in Dalaran? ”

Wiped from his sweat, Dranoche asked, "Is there any news for me?" ”

"Absolutely! Stop working on this pile, come with me, Thrall and Garrosh are back. ”

As Yolin spoke, he pulled Dranosh to leave, but the young orc warrior looked back at the busy militiamen, he really didn't feel at ease about letting these militiamen who had never been on the battlefield face those strange undead alone, thinking of this, Dranosh shook his head, and instead pulled Yorin towards the exhumed cemetery.

"You can go and see them whenever you want, deal with these undead first, you don't want to sleep at night and be woken up by these undead, right? Just so that your spells deal them faster. ”

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More than 30 minutes later, a changed Draranosh and an indignant Jorin appeared in a garden in the noble district of Lordaeron, and from a distance he saw Thrall and Garrosh sitting at a table in the open air, eating and drinking, and beside them, there was a young troll who looked curiously at everything around them, it was a raw face.

"Hey, bro!"

Dranos shouted, and sat down unceremoniously next to Sal and Garrosh, the four of them greeting each other, joking, and hugging each other, and they seemed to be on good terms.

And after a while, Dranos picked up a piece of meat steak, and just wanted to eat it, he inexplicably thought of the corpses that had been disposed of this morning, and thought of the disgusting smell of barbecue, he immediately lost his appetite, changed a bunch of grapes, and while eating, he looked at the trolls around him, and asked:

"Who is this little brother?"

"This is Wojin, the son of the chief of the Darkspear Clan, they were attacked by the Naga in the Echo Islands, and then the Great Chief and his warriors helped them drive the Naga away, and now the Darkspear Trolls are also part of the tribe."

Garrosh reached out and patted little Sarufar on the shoulder, consciously or unconsciously, showing off his new armor, a set of orc-style armor, made of steel, bones and skins, it was his father, Grom. Hell roared before he left, a gift to him.

"How's my armor? Pretty handsome, right? My dad said that I was already a true warrior and qualified to have my own armor with shamanic spells on it. ”

Garrosh picked up a piece of chicken leg and, while chewing, said to a somewhat nervous Woking:

"Woking, good friend, this is Dranosh, the mighty warrior, and Yorin, our smartest spellcaster, you don't look very well, is it because the food is not appetizing?"

"No, it's not."

Woking, who was sitting on the side, shook his head, this troll had a pair of dark blue eyes, and the two large fangs at the corners of his mouth were also wiped clean, in the face of Garrosh's concern, he shrugged his shoulders, looked back at the buildings of the human city behind him, and he whispered:

"Our Dark Spear Clan migrated to the Echo Islands because of the war between orcs and humans, but now it seems that humans are treating you well and don't treat you as prisoners, which makes me curious."

"We are a symbol of peace between orcs and humans, using personal freedom as a bargaining chip in exchange for the peace of the two races, besides, how dare those humans?"

Garrosh sneered:

"Their noble princes have all been beaten by me, hehe, I don't know how that little white face in Arthas has been doing."

"Hey."

Sal, who had not spoken, glanced back with feeling, and then nodded to Garrush:

"Little White Face is right behind you, and he looks like he's going to fight you."

"Huh?"

The four orcs and one of the trolls turned their heads in unison, and saw Arthas in armor walking into the garden alone, the prince was full of the smell of war smoke, his armor was also stained with blood, and his face was even more undisguised tired, but he did not come to provoke the orcs, on the contrary, after staring at Garrosh for a few seconds, Arthas whispered:

"I need your help... You can refuse, but I can't find a helper in this city. ”