Azeroth’s Death Track

At the same time when the only survivor who knew the truth about the massacre of the Treedwellers in the Forest fled to the south frantically under the pursuit of demons, in the lair of Mount Hyjal, a roar full of weeping resounded through the world.

Malfurion Stormrage, the archdruid of the always gentle Cenarion Council, seemed to be crazy at this moment. He stood in front of his den, clenched his fists with both hands, and roared madly towards the sky. , Two lines of tears kept streaming down from his bloodshot eyes.

Cenarius is dead... His battered soul has just returned to the Emerald Dream, that weak soul is as if sliced ​​open by a vicious spell, leaving poor Cenarius in a state of total incommunication In a coma, this tragedy directly alarmed the administrator of the Emerald Dream, Cenarius' adoptive mother, the powerful Awakened Ysera.

As Cenarius' most proud disciple, Malfurion has an extraordinary relationship with the demigod of nature. Back then, it was Cenarius who devoted himself to teaching him that made Malfurion the most Great Druid, in Malfurion's heart, Cenarius is just like his father, and now, his father is dead...

Behind him, after receiving the news, the three arch druids who came from Valsharah at the fastest speed silently looked at the huge corpse placed in the den.

The demons rushing out from the defense line of Felwood Forest have completely occupied the tree dwelling in the forest. The druids paid a heavy price to snatch Cenarius' body back from the hands of the demons. The corpse is covered with wounds. And the most terrible thing is that these archdruids with very rich experience in war can tell at a glance that Cenarius did not die from a demon's spell or attack. left by the axe.

And on the battlefield where Cenarius died, they found another thing...

Bloodhowl...

Archdruid Shaun Moonpaw looked at the orc-style battle ax beside Cenarius, and a murderous look flashed in the night elf's eyes.

This ax belongs to those disgusting orcs, that lunatic war madman, Grom Hellscream, look at the wounds on Cenarius, all made by this ax.

We should have driven those vile beasts into the sea!

Calm down! Sean!

Another archdruid, Steelclaw, the gentle female elf retorted:

The orcs are not crazy. There were demons who drove the evil orcs to attack us before, trying to provoke the flames of war. This may be another sinister conspiracy by the demons!

Conspiracy? There is no conspiracy!

Shaun Moonpaw said with an ugly face:

What did we find at the place where Cenarius died? Tell me, Steel Claw, the corpses of more than 1,000 Warsong orcs... They obviously fought the dryads. Has there been such a large-scale attack before? No!

The orcs, at least the Warsong orcs, have turned to the devil! And their damn chief is the culprit!

Which lunatic would leave such a clear identification at the scene of the crime after committing a tragedy?

Steelpaw retorted:

This is obviously a poor frame-up. The demons want to provoke a war between us and the orcs, so as to confuse our thinking, let us divide our strength to fight against the orcs... Open your eyes and see, Shawn, This is a conspiracy! We cannot be led by the nose like this!

Steel Claw is right!

A hoarse voice interrupted the discussion. The three archdruids turned their heads and saw the bloodshot Malfurion walking into the den step by step. He stopped at Cenarius Beside the cold corpse, he stretched out his hand to help the natural demigod slowly close his glaring eyes.

The three Archdruids had never seen Malfurion like this before. Compared to the peaceful and wise Archdruid, Malfurion in front of him had a disordered aura, as if he had suffered a serious illness. There was a flame in the eyes, which made people shudder.

Malfurion, you...

Even the most radical archdruid Shaun Moonpaw felt that Malfurion was abnormal, but the latter reached out and grabbed the cold battle axe. He raised his head and looked at the three companions in front of him. He said softly:

This may be a trick of the devil, so...so I will personally question those orcs, and I will find out the reason...

As he spoke, Malfurion put the icy battle ax behind his back and turned to leave the den. Behind him, the Iron Claw Archdruid shouted:

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

Facing this question, Fury said without hesitation:

Then I'll...

Bury them!

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Here they come! Warchief.

At the junction of Ashenvale and the ruins of Azshara, on the edge of the cliff adjacent to the River Rage, in the call of Thrall, the warchief Orgrim, who was thinking about other things, raised his head and saw hundreds of horns Gryphon knights and some druids flew over from the northwest of Ashenvale.

Put away the weapons!

The Great Prophet Drek'Thar said something to Garrosh and Dranosh beside him. The two young orcs obediently put their weapons behind their backs. After landing, the great chief took a step forward, and saw a huge Stormcrow forming the figure of Malfurion Stormrage in the changing natural light.

The gentle archdruid was very emaciated at this time, and it seemed that what happened just now put him under a lot of pressure.

boom

Something was thrown at Orgrim's feet. The warchief took a closer look and found that it was a long-handled battle ax, which was very familiar. Garrosh couldn't help roaring when he saw the battle ax With a loud sound, he wanted to rush towards the indifferent archdruid, but was stopped by Thrall and Jolin. Dranosh hugged his brother's waist and dragged him back, but the excited Garrosh seemed to be Like an angry beast, he roared at Malfurion:

Crap! Crazy! What have you done to my father! Where is he? Where is he?! Tell me, Elf, where is my father?

Garrosh's roar made the chief's face look ugly. Orgrim and Grom have been friends for many years. He is very familiar with Grom's character. There is only one way to take the weapon from him. possible.

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

Where's Grom?

Shouldn't I be the one asking you this question? Orcs!

Malfurion's tone also became very cold:

As the suspect who killed Cenarius, the demigod of nature, shouldn't I ask you, you orcs, where did you hide Grom Hellscream?

Hand him over, Orc! All I need is for him to tell me what happened on the battlefield in the Woodlands...

What's the meaning?

Hearing Malfurion's questioning with hatred and anger, Orgrim froze for a moment. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the archdruid:

You didn't take Grom? You mean... he's not in your hands?

Um?

Malfurion's expression became ugly:

He's not in your hands either?

The scouts we sent couldn't even get close to the forest tree dwelling battlefield, elf, there is already a demon's world, it is Grom's son who brought back his news, the Warsong clan was raided by demons at the lumberyard in Ashenvale , Nearly a thousand orcs were infused with the blood of demons unconsciously, causing their group to go crazy, Grom went to deal with this matter.

Warchief Orgrim stared closely 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. This is the last news we received about Grom. We thought he fell into your hands, and to be honest, I'm at a loss for what's going on now, I don't even know what happened, you just said that Grom killed your demigod?

are you joking?

High Prophet Drek'Thar then said:

I have seen the demigod of Mount Hyjal with my own eyes. With all due respect, Archdruid, you seem to overestimate the fighting power of orcs. Even Grom in his heyday is no match for Cenarius. , not to mention...he is old.

I never joke about things like this!

Malfurion glanced at the High Prophet with black cloth strips on his eyes, and said softly:

Cenarius is dead. That was my most respected mentor and the protector of the night elves. His body is covered with scars from this ax. This ax was found next to Cenarius. How do you explain it? at this point?

Behind the archdruid, the defense general of Mount Hyjal, Miara Risong, said indifferently:

We have also seen the situation of the fel orcs. It is true that Grom cannot defeat Cenarius, but if he drinks enough fel energy...it's hard to say...

Shut up, elf!

Thrall took a step forward angrily, and he shouted loudly:

Chief Grom is the least likely person to drink fel energy again. He hates demons... What's more, are you sure what you got is Gorehowl?

Um?

Thrall's question made the archdruid and the warchief turn their heads to look at him at the same time. The young orc took a deep breath and turned to Garrosh and shouted:

Come here, Garrosh, it's up to you to prove Chief Grom's innocence. Let's see if this ax is the ancestral weapon of your Warsong clan!

Hearing this, Jorin and Dranosh let go of the excited Garrosh. The young orc looked at the elves who slandered his father viciously. Pick it up, put it in front of your eyes and watch carefully.

Garrosh's fingers stroked every corner of the battle axe. Those notches and decorations were almost exactly the same as the battle ax held by his father in his memory. It was as if they were carved out of the same mold. After distinguishing the authenticity of this weapon, under the gaze of everyone, the young orc put the weapon to his ear. After a few seconds, a trace of contempt flashed across Garrosh's face.

He flicked the battle ax back to Malfurion's feet:

Exactly the same, but an elaborate fake...

Oh? Then how do you prove it? Orcs!

Malfurion stared at Garrosh, who heaved a sigh of relief:

Each legendary weapon has its own soul, you should know this, elf... When Bloodhowl is held in the hands of the bloodline of the Hellscream family, we can clearly feel it makes the blood in our bodies Anger grows, and we can hear that roar thirsting for blood, that's why it's called Bloodhowl...

And this weapon has no soul!

Garrosh clenched his fists. He was finally sure that his father did not fall into the hands of the elves. He must have suffered some accidents, but he left the battlefield safely. As long as he is still alive, there is still hope...

This is just your family's opinion, orc!

The elf general behind the archdruid said something dissatisfied, but at this moment, neither the archdruid nor the chieftain answered her question. On the contrary, the two most powerful people present turned their eyes to The cliff outside this forest... The roar of the endlessly raging water river, I do not know when, it disappeared...

It's not right!

The great chief subconsciously took off his Doomhammer from behind. He looked around, and a sense of crisis bursting out from his heart made him take a deep breath:

Something's coming...it's a trap!

Orgrim turned to stare at Malfurion:

Elf, you set a trap for us?

hum

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 decorated with wild emblems appeared in the woodland, and Malfurion's husky voice was transmitted Come:

It's not me...I'm dealing with you, and I don't need traps...It's the enemy, it may be, the devil...or, something else.

Ready to fight!

The defense general of Mount Hyjal, Miara Risong, gave an order, and hundreds of elf knights and druids immediately prepared for defense and attack. On the other side of them, the orcs also drew their weapons.

Send a signal for Kilrogg to support us!

The Great Prophet pulled out two battle axes that were bound by the power of the elements at his waist, and he said something to Thrall beside him, who immediately took out a communication pyrotechnics, and the Legion of the Blood Ring clan was stationed at the edge of the ruins of Azshara According to this, the distance is less than 30 kilometers, and it only takes ten minutes to get there.

hum

The red signal firework flew out of Thrall's hand, but at the moment when the thing rose into the air, a whistling ice arrow precisely frozen the firework in the air.

This seemed to be a signal. The next moment, the rustling sound resounded in the surrounding forest, like countless snakes crawling on the ground. The sound made everyone's scalp numb, and there was a sound of river water splashing The sound intertwined with ice is like a large glacier rising in the sea in the North Sea.

ah

A lazy, hoarse female voice sounded in everyone's ears at the same time. Just hearing this voice, people can think of how beautiful and beautiful the woman with this voice is.

But only Malfurion, when he heard this voice, he couldn't help but crush the ground under his paws, he recognized this voice, and he would never forget it for the rest of his life.

What's wrong? Is my little Malfurion scared?

With that voice, a strange figure appeared on the edge of the battlefield, and behind that figure, Naga... Countless Naga rushed up along the frozen River of Fury and the ice bridge that went straight into the cliff On the battlefield, those snake-like creatures looked at the trapped coalition forces of the two races with their cold eyes, and their eyes were full of beating killing intent.

Ten thousand years ago, when you brought your allies to break the gate of my palace, you didn't have this expression now...

Didn't Little Tyrande come with you?

There was a hint of teasing and contempt in that voice:

Her moon god told her, it's best not to go out today? Hehe, it's really wise... But it doesn't matter, as long as you are in my hands, Little Tyrande will always appear. I once praised her for being beautiful, Do you know? At that time, I didn't know that under that beautiful appearance, there was a heart like a poisonous snake hidden...

Who is that! Elf! Do you know her?

The orcs clenched their weapons tightly. Everyone knew that the guy in front of him was not a good person. The chief shouted loudly:

who is she!

Malfurion did not answer, and the voice sounded again:

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

Do you... dare to say my name? You lowly traitor...

Kneel down!

Now, confess to your empress...