Chapter 874 Inevitable Conflict

Thrall was terrible.

He didn't know if he made the right decision by calling Jaina.

This is not a good thing for a young leader to show his weakness to the Alliance who were once enemies.

Vol'jin gave Thrall the determination: "We have no choice. If the other party can easily eliminate such a powerful integrated clan in the tribe, they will have the ability to eliminate all of us, even the Alliance advance army in Theramore."

Weak people can only stick together!

This is an eternal law.

Thrall's first words after seeing Jaina were: "The Warsong clan of the tribe is in a place called Ashenvale in the north. The entire clan, together with 5,000 workers, nearly 30,000 people have disappeared."

Gianna's face was full of shock!

Although she had not personally experienced the Second War of the Dark Portal, she had thrown Jaina into Tirisfal Glades under the ice and snow because of someone's training. Jaina knew very well what it would be like for more than 20,000 Warsong Clan orcs. A huge fighting force.

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

Thrall suddenly lost his voice: "Do you know what is in the Ashenvale!?"

Damn it!

This orc is so smart and his intuition is so amazing!

Jaina spat disdainfully in her heart, but she couldn't show it. If she guessed correctly, this might be the opportunity Duke had been waiting for.

"Maybe I know!"

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

Jaina took a deep breath: "You know the high elves, right?"

Thrall nodded: "I heard about it from the former warchief Orgrim, and I have occasionally seen a few 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?"

"you mean……"

"The Night Elves - this is a tribe that only exists in the ancient legends of the High Elves. Even the High Elves themselves have not seen them for at least seven thousand years. In the entire Alliance, we don't even know whether they are still alive in the world. Unsure. However, if there is any force in the north of Kalimdor that can annihilate more than 30,000 elite orcs in one go, I can only think of the night elves."

Thrall asked anxiously: "What characteristics do you know about the night elves?"

Jaina glanced at Vol'jin, who was not far from Thrall: "According to legend, the ancestors of the night elves were also trolls, so their characteristics should be more like jungle trolls. However, when the night elves exiled the high elves, the night elves The elves are ruled by druids who worship nature."

"Oops!" The blood drained from Thrall's face: "I sent the Warsong clan to Ashenvale to cut down trees..."

If you don't do it, you will die!

There is really no limit to seeking death!

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

Telling the tribe that they were messing with an ancient and powerful race was enough.

Jaina still remembers what Duke said to her before leaving: "The night elves should exist. But they are a more stubborn race than the high elves, and there must be an opportunity to break their self-blockade. Don't worry, we don't need to go out of our way to If we take action, according to the characteristics of the tribe, they will definitely clash."

"Which of the high elves is the night elf's temperament more inclined to?"

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

Back to this moment.

Jaina actually laughed out loud after hearing Thrall say that he sent the Warsong clan to Ashenvale to cut down trees.

The night elves who love nature and regard the forest as their life would be surprised if they meet a tribe that insists on cutting down wood to build houses.

As Jaina expected, the previous Warsong clan was in great trouble.

Everything was fine originally. After entering the Ashen Valley, Zhan Song carefully cut down trees on the outside. But Grom soon discovered that the trees on the outer edge of the forest did not meet the requirements and were too young.

A great city needs giant trees that are as tall as possible and as thick as possible.

When no danger was detected, Grom waved his hand and ordered the clan to be divided into four groups of 5,000 people, guarding the lumberjacks in the middle, and marched deep into the forest.

After two days of going deep into the forest, they found the giant tree they were looking for. However, within an hour, the nightmare struck.

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

Dense as heavy rain, yet as sure as poisonous snakes.

Aiming at the orc's fragile eyeballs and unprotected throat.

The warriors of the tribe are never afraid of arrows shot from the front. Even when facing a dense array of human arrows, they are sure to bring the battle into a close combat category after paying a certain amount of sacrifice.

Not this time.

The mysterious enemy took the secrets of guerrilla warfare to the extreme, completely hit and run, and all were killed in one hit.

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

Many times, even entire squads died silently.

In just half a day, the Warsong clan was forced into a desperate situation. More than 10,000 Warsong warriors fell in the forest, and the 5,000 lumberjacks were almost wiped out.

Grom tried to lead his tribe to evacuate from this desperate situation, but the other party still pursued them relentlessly. Any shouting would be met with silence and more sharp arrows in reply.

Grom was desperate until he smelled a familiar smell - the smell of demon blood.

Why does demon blood, which has not been seen for twenty years, appear in the forest for no reason?

Grom immediately thought that this was a conspiracy from the devil!

But does he have a choice?

drink!

Maybe there is still a way for me and my tribe to survive!

Don't drink!

Just total annihilation!

Grom Hellscream's eyes were red: "Since... you want me to die! Then I want you to die first -"

Grom led the tribe and drank the long-lost demon blood without hesitation.

The sky-shaking roar echoed in the forest of Ash Valley, which had been silent for nearly ten thousand years.

The night elves who were encircling and suppressing the orcs would never have imagined that in just one hour, those greenskins would suddenly become many times more powerful.

What was once critical is no longer critical.

The throat that was pierced with one arrow seemed to be covered with thick rhinoceros skin, and it could not be penetrated no matter how hard it was shot.

The arrows aimed at the eyeballs were all knocked away by the orc's movements and reactions, which were countless times faster.

The fallen orcs caught up with the elves with speed, strength, and agility that far exceeded the night elves, killing them one by one, ruthlessly cutting their corpses into pieces, and even chewing their flesh.

Finally, Grom saw the opponent's true master appear.

It was a mysterious male with a body like an elf and a lower body like a stag!