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He didn't know if it was the right decision to call Gianna.

This is not a good thing for a young leader to show his weakness to an alliance that was once an enemy.

Woking gave Thrall a decision: "We have no choice, if the other side can easily eliminate such a powerful integrated clan in the tribe, they have the ability to wipe out all of us, even the Alliance advance army of Theramore." ”

The weak, only huddle!

This is an immutable law.

The first thing Thrall said after seeing Gianna was: "The Warsong clan of the tribe is in a place called Ash Valley in the north, and the entire clan and five thousand workers, nearly thirty thousand, are all missing. ”

Gianna's face was full of shock!

Although she had not personally experienced the Second Battle of the Dark Gate, she had been trained by someone to throw Gianna into the Tirisfal Glade under the ice and snow, and Gianna knew very well what a huge fighting force more than 20,000 Warsong Clan orcs would be.

But the change in her eyes in the next moment betrayed her inner thoughts.

Sal was dumbfounded: "Do you know what's in the Grey Valley!?"

Damn it!

This orc is so clever and has amazing intuition!

Gianna spat in her heart with disdain, but she couldn't show it, and if she wasn't mistaken, this might be the opportunity Duke had been waiting for.

"Maybe I do!"

"If you can, for the sake of the new common threat, please let us know. ”

Gianna took a deep breath, "You know the High Elves, right?"

Thrall nodded, "I've heard from the mouth of the former High Chief Orgrim, and I've seen a few of them occasionally in Lordaeron. ”

"Then do you know that the High Elves were actually exiled by their compatriots thousands of years ago, and then crossed the Endless Sea to reach the Eastern Kingdom Continent, and finally took root in the northernmost part of the continent and established their own kingdom?"

"What do you mean......"

"Night Elves - this is a tribe that exists only in the ancient legends of the High Elves. Even the High Elves themselves hadn't seen them for at least seven thousand years. In the entire alliance, we can't even be sure if they are still alive in the world. However, if there was any force in the north of Kalimdor that could annihilate more than 30,000 orc elites in one sitting, I could only think of the Night Elves. ”

Thrall hurriedly asked, "What are the characteristics of the Night Elves, do you know?"

Gianna glanced at Woking, who was not far from Thrall's side: "Legend has it that the ancestors of the Night Elves were also trolls, so their characteristics should be more like jungle trolls, but when the Night Elves exiled the High Elves, the Night Elves were ruled by the druids who admired nature. ”

"Oh no!" Thrall's face was bloody, "I sent the Warsong Clan to Ashenvale to cut down the ......"

Don't do it, don't die!

There is no limit to death!

Duke only revealed the knowledge Gianna needed, so it was impossible for Gianna to know more.

Tell the tribe that they mess with an ancient and powerful race, and that's enough.

Gianna remembered what Duke had told her before leaving, "The Night Elves should exist. But they are a more stubborn race than the High Elves, and must have a chance to break their self-blockade. Don't worry, we don't need to make a special move, according to the nature of the tribe, they are bound to clash. ”

"Which of the High Elves is the Night Elf's temperament more inclined to?"

"Ranger. But the love of the forest is even more extreme!"

Back to the moment.

Gianna literally laughed out loud after hearing Thrall say that the Warsong Clan he had sent to Ashenvale was for logging.

The Night Elves, who love nature and regard the forest as their life, meet a tribe that has to cut down wood to build houses, that's really hehe.

As Gianna expected, the previous Warsong clan was in super trouble.

Originally, everything was fine, but after entering the Ash Valley, Warsong first carefully cut trees on the periphery. However, it soon became clear that the trees on the outskirts of the forest were not up to par and were too young.

A great city needs as tall as possible, thicker and better giant trees.

Without noticing danger, Grom waved his hand and divided the clan into four or five thousand regiments, guarding the lumberjacks in the middle and heading deeper into the forest.

After two days in the forest, they found the giant tree they were looking for, but within an hour, a nightmare struck.

It was a silent swift arrow from the darkness deep in the forest.

Dense as a torrential rain, but as accurate as a poisonous snake.

Aimed at the orc's fragile eyeballs and unprotected throats.

The warriors of the tribe were never afraid of arrows from the front, and even in the face of a dense array of human arrows, they were sure that after a certain amount of sacrifice, they would bring the battle into the realm of melee combat.

Not this time.

The mysterious enemy has taken the mystery of guerrilla warfare to the extreme, and it is completely hit-and-run, and all of them are killed with one hit.

Before the orcs could rush over, the other side disappeared into the forest like a ghost.

Many times, even entire squads die silently like this.

In just half a day, the Warsong Clan was cornered, more than 10,000 Warsong warriors fell in the forest, and the 5,000 lumberjacks were almost wiped out.

Grom tried to evacuate the desperate situation with his people, but the other party continued to pursue him. Any shouting, the other party is just silent, with a more powerful arrow as a reply.

Grom was desperate until he smelled a familiar smell—the smell of demonic blood.

Why is demonic blood in the forest that has not been seen in twenty years for no apparent reason?

Grom immediately thought that this was a conspiracy from a demon!

But does he have a choice?

Drink!

Maybe you and your people still have a way to live!

Don't drink!

It's all gone!

Grom Hell roared with red eyes: "Since ...... You want me to die, then I want you to die first—"

Grom led his people and drank the blood of the demons without hesitation.

The roar that shook the sky echoed in the forest that had been silent for nearly 10,000 years in the Ash Valley.

The Night Elves who surrounded and suppressed the orcs would never have imagined that in just an hour, those green skins would suddenly become many times stronger.

What was once the key point is no longer the key point.

The throat that can be pierced by an arrow seems to be covered with a thick rhinoceros skin, and it cannot be pierced no matter how you shoot it.

The arrows that shot at the eyeballs were all knocked away with the support of the orcs' movements and reactions that were many times faster.

With speed, strength, and agility far superior to the Night Elves, the Fallen Orcs overtook them, slaying them one by one, brutally mutilating their corpses and even chewing their flesh.

Finally, Grom saw the other party's main owner appear.

That's a mysterious male with a body like an elf and a lower body like a stag!