Rise of the blood elves

The orc troops advancing to the northwest were in tight formation, and there were groups of wolf-riding sentries a few hundred meters away from the outside, keeping pace with them, always on guard for possible attacks from all around.

There are quilboars in the south of the Barrens and centaurs in the north. The former are famous for their numbers, while the latter have outrageous super mobility. Neither one should be underestimated.Traveling through this dangerous land, if you don't keep vigilant at all times, you never know when your boat will capsize in the gutter.

Angmar took a quick glance, and the elf's excellent eyesight collected a lot of information for him.

There are about four to five hundred orcs, and there are dozens of trolls in the team.But he didn't see any women. In addition, there were more than a dozen kodo beasts acting as pack animals in the team, carrying supplies on their backs and moving forward under the control of the orcs. Their footsteps shook the sky, and they were far away. You can hear the rumbling sound.

I think these Kodo beasts were given to them by the Tauren allies.

However, there are no women in this team, and secondly, judging from the supplies carried by the Kodo beasts, the quantity does not seem to be sufficient.Coupled with the extremely high proportion of wargs, almost reaching the level of one man per rider, Angmar understood that this was not a large army of orcs looking for a new home, but a pure elite combat force.

Judging from the time, the orcs, who had separated from the tauren shortly after, should be under the leadership of Thrall, preparing to build a new garden on the barren wasteland along the coast, and sent the Warsong clan to Ashenvale to collect wood.

At this point in time, we were heading towards the Stonetalon Mountains.

There is a high chance that it will be Thrall who is pursuing the prophet's prophecy.If Thrall is in this team, Angmar will undoubtedly avoid a lot of trouble and can return to the Eastern Kingdom continent as soon as possible.

really.

A group of wolf cavalry on alert noticed the three of them, and a dozen fast-running wargs quickly surrounded them.Jorek stepped forward to explain his purpose. When he heard that the Frostwolf was in trouble, the captain of the Wolf Cavalry was startled. He repeatedly said that the warchief was in the team and asked a few people to go over and report it.

The orc captain sent a wolf rider to report the news first, and ordered his subordinates to give up their mounts to the three of them. In the end, only Angmar and Jorek had a warg each, and Hamuul still chose to run.

As they moved closer to the main force, the remaining Wolf Cavalry had been surrounding Angmar, looking at him with extremely alert eyes.

The Wolf Cavalry Captain looked very old, with his sparse hair tied into a simple braid on the back of his head, slightly graying.His right hand was pressed on the handle of the long knife hanging on the saddle, and he kept scanning Angmar, as if to find out where the weapon was hidden under his clothes.

"Frostwolf, why did you bring a high elf here? The witchcraft of these white-skinned little people is still fresh in my memory."

Jorek glanced at the Wolf Cavalry Captain with some annoyance and replied: "If it hadn't been for him, by the time the news reached the ears of the great chief, the Frostwolf clan would have been exterminated long ago."

The Wolf Cavalry Captain wrinkled his nose, as if sniffing Angmar's scent. After a moment, he bared his teeth in disgust and stopped talking.

In this way, the three of them arrived at the main force as if they were being hailed by stars. Every time someone blocked the way, the wolf cavalry shouted loudly: "There is urgent news from the frost wolf, get out of the way!"

After Lin Jin, Angmar was able to observe these orcs at close range. These orcs seemed to be very young, and they wore very rough armor.Possibly due to the lack of supplies, most orcs could only use leather belts to tightly tie small pieces of leather to key locations such as the chest and back, which were dotted with rough forged armor pieces.The weapons are not much better either. Weapons such as long knives that are difficult to forge are basically invisible. They are all heavy hand axes that rely on their strength to sink.

But the axes were also crude. Some people's ax handles couldn't stay in the slots of the axes. There were a lot of miscellaneous scraps of skin stuffed inside, and they would fly out with a whoosh after every chop.

It seems that the situation of these orcs who have not yet resumed production is really embarrassing.

All the orcs looked at Angmar with a hint of surprise.Those trolls were okay. There was only doubt and vigilance in their eyes, but not too much hostility.

After the world collapsed and the world was torn apart, the trolls who were once inextricably united under the leadership of the Zandalar tribe also drifted to all corners of the world and became today's various tribes, with almost no contact with each other.

The Darkspear tribe is one of them. They were accidentally rescued by the orcs on their journey to the west, and then joined the tribe led by Thrall.The Darkspear trolls have never had any contact with the high elves. Perhaps they remember the battle between their ancestors thousands of years ago, but that has long been diluted by the long river of time. For them, the blood elves are completely unfamiliar.

"Dong, dong, dong" three drums sounded, and the marching team immediately stopped. After a while, a dozen orcs with obviously superior status lined up the crowd and walked over in a hurry.

The leader was the tribal chief, Thrall, or Go'ir, who was almost as tall as Hamuul, wore rimmed black armor, and carried the Hammer of Destruction on his back.

Before Thrall could speak, a blind orc with white hair quickly walked out from behind him, grabbed Jorek's arm, and asked sternly: "What happened? What happened to the Frostwolf?"

"Lord Drek'Thar, we" Jorek explained immediately.

Drek'Thar Angmar thought.

This blind shaman was born in the Frostwolf clan and has been leading his people since Thrall's parents were assassinated.He is the only remaining veteran shaman in the tribe, and is Thrall's teacher in the elemental path. No one disrespects him, and no one disrespects him.

During this period, Drek'Thar was still going strong.He was much younger than himself when he later fought life and death with the Dwarf Stormpike Guards in the Alterac Mountains, and he was not what he looked like during the Cataclysm ten years later, when he was so old that he could only rely on a wheelchair and be pushed around. .

Angmar still remembers the scene when he angrily denounced the Forsaken's war crimes and refused to send troops to support them.Even if that was the order of the new Warchief Garrosh, he was unwilling to let the Frostwolves be involved in the whirlpool of war again.

This is an old man who hates war and respects nature and life. He is one of the few orcs worthy of respect.

Jorek's narration made the expressions of all the orcs become more solemn.

Taking this opportunity, Angmar began to observe the men behind Thrall, but in his opinion, the orcs basically looked the same, and it was difficult to tell who was who.I don’t know if Lafayette’s good friend Eitrigg is in it, and who is Saurfang.

The only thing he was sure of was that there was no Grom Hellscream inside.This man's appearance is very unique. Due to the intrusion of demon blood, his body has become horribly thin, and he is only supported by an unyielding will.It is easy to identify among the thick-bodied orcs.

"That's it. Frostwolves need guidance, Warchief," Jorek knelt down on one knee and said in a serious tone, "Fortunately, with the help of Lord Hamuul and this blood elf, he opened the portal and brought us Brought here."

The orcs looked at Angmar, there were doubters, and there were also secret observers.Drek'Thar, who had a piece of cloth tied around his head and his sightless eyes covered, immediately found Angmar's location and nodded to him imperceptibly.

Angmar had the illusion that the old man was not blind.In other words, with the help of the elements, his perception ability is far stronger than when his eyes are intact.

Thrall frowned and thought for a long time, then raised his head and said to Hamuul: "Thank you for your help, friend."

"This is my responsibility." Hamuul said gently, stroking his chest and nodding.

Thrall turned his attention to Angmar, who had not spoken since arriving, with a scrutinizing look in his blue eyes.

Angmar smiled and nodded calmly. He was also looking at the shaman who would eventually leave the position of chief and travel around to defend Azeroth.

In terms of age, Sal was even four years younger than him, about nineteen or twenty.But who would have thought that when he was only six years old, he would have the size and strength to surpass the average human adult man.During his long career as a gladiator, Thrall became a formidable warrior and strategist under the guidance of the Blackmoore system.

Leading such a large tribe at such an age, even with the support of a group of heroes, is by no means an easy task.

"Elf, I also want to thank you for your help. But I want to ask, why did you choose to help your enemies?"

Thrall moved forward a little and stood five steps away from Angmar. His voice was very calm, not overbearing, but also giving enough respect in line with the common etiquette of civilized races. It was just right.Thrall, who grew up under the guidance of humans since childhood, has a more delicate mind than his rough compatriots.

Angmar couldn't help but look at the steep mountains to the northwest, which were the Stonetalon Mountains, where Medivh met with the rulers of Theramore and the Orcs.There, humans and orcs put aside their disputes for the first time, and were forced to form an alliance under the threat of the Burning Legion to jointly face the menacing Archimonde on Mount Hyjal.

Medivh's words still echo in my ears.

Angmar said: "In exchange, I just want an answer. Lord Thrall, before crossing to the west, Medivh, that Crow Prophet, what exactly did he tell you that the northern part of the Eastern Continent will really be destroyed?" "

Sal's eyes became blurred, and he frowned as if he was thinking.Just as they were about to speak, the sound of flapping wings suddenly came from above their heads. Everyone looked up and saw a huge black crow landing on the open space in front of them from far away.

The crow spun around, surrounded by black mist.When the black mist cleared, a middle-aged human mage with extremely sharp eyes walked out.

"I"

"That's the answer you're looking for."