Rise of the blood elves

In the mountains southeast of Gray Valley, there is a hidden canyon with intricate and winding paths.

Perhaps it was formed due to plate movement or wind erosion. In short, the reason is unknown to outsiders.In the eyes of night elves who love nature, this is one of the most beautiful locations in the entire Ashen Valley.

The canyon is densely covered with plants, and without riding a hippogryph, it is difficult to find the entrance to the canyon, which is obscured by vines.The natural concealment allows many small animals that are small enough to flexibly pass through thorny vines but are at the bottom of the Ash Valley food chain to make their home here.

The most numerous of them is the forest rabbit, which has a large litter in its lifetime.Surprisingly, on the peaks above their heads live falcons, the natural enemies of all rabbits.Falcons and hawks have their nests everywhere, but they have always been in peace with each other.Because these raptors from the barren land cannot fly into the canyon covered by vegetation.

Only some agile cats, such as lynx, can enter the canyon to look for food.Fortunately, these cats have reduced the number of forest rabbits and maintained a fragile ecological balance. Otherwise, the druids of the Cenarion Circle would have been unable to sit still.

The wolf eats the sheep, the sheep eats the grass, and the cycle repeats itself.People tend to sympathize with the relatively weak herbivores, but without the checks and balances of carnivores, the greenness of nature would have long since disappeared.

Druidic teachings follow the balance that exists among all things.It is precisely because of the efforts of these druids that after the catastrophe caused by the explosion of the Well of Eternity, the places where the night elves lived, such as Ashenvale, Felwood, and Darkshore, became more and more beautiful in the past 1 years. The scenery is picturesque and filled with the power of nature.

But all this changed with the invasion of the Burning Legion.

When the demons settled in this canyon, in just a dozen days, the once lush southeastern canyon was corroded by the evil energy that spread along the path of the Burning Legion like a shadow, leaving no grass growing, and almost no trace of its original appearance. .

The exposed gray rock formations have replaced the lush vegetation, and the small animals that once lived in them have disappeared. There is an evil mist everywhere that is as poisonous to living creatures, and even the sun cannot dispel it.

Under the influence of evil energy, it only takes a short time to go from vitality to death.

At this moment, a fierce battle was going on in the canyon.The two brave armies were like tigers and lions fighting each other, with teeth tearing and claws striking, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Facing the orc troops that were advancing as fast as sharp knives, even if the demons filled every corner of the canyon, it was difficult to resist the power of the fierce battle.

The ground was densely covered with demon corpses, layer upon layer, making it almost impossible to find a place to set foot.

The green demon blood accumulated into small puddles, causing the orcs to fight almost knee-deep in blood.

Blood and war cries intertwined into a generous lament that made people's blood boil. Orcs sacrificed themselves from time to time, and most of the deaths were very tragic.From time to time, some orcs were sucked into mummies by the tentacles of the Cerberus that suddenly attacked, or they were knocked to the ground by the powerful and heavy butcher knife of the demon guard.

When one orc fell, another orc would immediately take his place, fighting to the death to maintain the integrity of the formation.

The space in the canyon is not narrow, but it is so dense that the layers of the front line of battle have made moving and footwork skills useless.All the soldiers on both sides can do is to mechanically chop, sweep, and use the simplest and most effective attack methods to kill the enemy before they kill themselves.

The battle was as brutal as mincing meat, but no orcs retreated. Even the rage gushing from their eyes had not changed at all due to the sacrifice of their comrades.

Because the curse that has rewritten the fate of the orcs and has plagued the orcs for more than twenty years will definitely end today. From now on, the orcs will no longer be anyone's slaves.

Among the entire orc army, the most eye-catching thing is undoubtedly the skeletal figure at the tip of the knife, Grom Hellscream.

It was obvious that his body had been depleted by the blood of Mannoroth twice, but he was like a god of war, as if his willpower was so strong that he could support this broken body without any help. .

Grom holds the huge two-handed ax Gorehowl. Every time he chops, he can split a demon into two pieces. There is no gap between each two attacks. Gorehowl dances, leaving afterimages in the air. .The enemy's blood spattered, and the special structure on the back of the ax blade cut through the air, making a sharp "whew" sound that resounded throughout the battlefield, just like its name of Blood Roar.

An airtight death storm quickly harvested the demon's life.

Beside him, Thrall in black armor was equally unstoppable.Compared to the violent Grom, Thrall is slightly inferior, but his combat skills are still outstanding.The heavy Doomhammer inherited from the former Warchief Orgrim during the attack is like an extension of his limbs.From time to time, he would take advantage of the opportunity to attack and release a chain of lightning, electrocuting the demons into charred corpses.

If evil energy hadn't isolated most of the elemental power, Thrall's combat effectiveness would have gone up a few levels.

Finally, with the overwhelming attack of the orcs, the demon gradually retreated.

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