Chapter 713 33. Planting (Part 1)

Northeast of Ashenvale, Warsong Logging Camp.

This is the largest logging base of the Orc Warsong Clan in Ashenvale. When the orcs landed in Durotar earlier, there was a lack of wood to build the city. The Warsong Clan took the initiative to undertake the logging work in Ashenvale. Later, the goblins came to the orcs and bought various resources at high prices, so the wood from Ashenvale became the "export products" of the orcs.

Ashenvale is the traditional sphere of influence of the night elves, and the logging of the orcs here also conflicts with the elves' idea of ​​protecting nature. Therefore, the two sides had many conflicts over this matter, and even almost fought each other until a few years ago. , the Great Prophet Drek'Thar personally went to Mount Hyjal to visit the leader of the night elves, and the two sides settled the matter verbally.

The large-scale logging operations of the orcs were stopped, but the small-scale logging continued, and the night elves turned a blind eye to it, until the elves got into trouble with the demon war, and no longer Unable to take care of things other than the battlefield, the logging business of the Warsong Clan began on a large scale again.

Of course, this time, the orcs also took the initiative to clear up the sporadic demons in the northeast of Ashenvale. From this point of view, the orcs can be regarded as contributing to the war between elves and demons.

But since 2 years ago, the lingering evil orcs have appeared again, which is the orcs' scornful name for their compatriots who drank the blood of demons. The great chief Orgrim sent his best scouts to After Yue's investigation, he finally figured out the source of the demon's blood, which was the abyss lord and Mannoroth the Destroyer hidden in the Shadowhold of Felwood Forest.

Unfortunately, although the culprit has been identified, the orcs have no way to kill it, because Felwood has been surrounded by night elves, and the orcs have no intention of joining this large-scale war, especially when the night elves Without inviting them to fight at all, the orcs had no idea of ​​putting a hot face on a cold ass.

But unfortunately, even if the orcs don't want to embrace war anymore, war will still come roaring in the end.

"boom"

The falsely concealed gate of the Warsong lumberyard was kicked open roughly, and Warsong Chief Grom Hellscream, who rushed over as fast as he got the news, looked gloomy at the empty lumberyard in front of him. The wood is still scattered and piled aside, the orc huts and warehouses still have signs of fire, and blood and orc corpses are everywhere in this empty field, but the entire lumberyard has been deserted.

The orc warriors who followed Grom scattered quickly, looking for anything useful in the lumberyard, while the chief himself took his son Garrosh, and took the corpses of those who died in battle one by one. The wounds on the corpses made the young Garrosh grit his teeth.

That ax mark, that knife edge, Garrosh was very familiar with this kind of wound, because it was caused by the weapons used by the orcs. This was not a surprise attack by other forces, but a fratricide from within.

"Why? Why would..."

Garrosh couldn't help but look at his father. The latter shook his head, beckoning him to be quiet. After a while, an orc warrior approached Grom with a wooden cup, and handed the cup to the chieftain. Rom took it, put the cup up to his nose and sniffed it, a disgusted expression appeared on his face.

"boom"

The wooden cup was crushed by the chief, and he said to his son with a gloomy expression:

"It's the well water mixed with the blood of demons... Our compatriots were plotted against by those bastards."

"Find! Find them! Find them before they join the war of demons and elves!"

Under the command of the chieftain, a group of wolf knights quickly stepped onto the war wolves and followed the footsteps of those departing evil orcs. Garrosh looked at his father, holding a torch in his own hand, and sent those who died in battle to the ground. The corpses of the Warsong orcs were set on fire.

In the flames, Garrosh clenched his fists and said to his father:

"Father! I will also go to those compatriots who have lost their minds. No matter what they want to do, I will stop them!"

"No! Garrosh."

Grom straightened his body in front of the blazing flames. His hair was already graying under the double torment of the blood disease and time, but he still didn't lose the temperament that a warrior should have, and he was still as sharp as a knife.

"Garrosh, go back to Orgrimmar City as quickly as possible, and tell the other chieftains that the demons are no longer satisfied with their seduction tricks. This time, they have seduced half of the Warsong clan in one go. My child, I am not a wise man, but I also know that whatever the demons' plan is, it proves that they have no intention of hiding."

"The orcs don't want to participate in this war, but now it seems that we have no second choice."

Grom let out a long sigh. He touched the legacy of the Warsong clan behind him, the legendary battle ax called "Bloodhowl". He closed his eyes and said to his son:

"Go back and tell the great chief to prepare him for war. The demons will not attack us head-on, but they will definitely play tricks. This time is the beginning of their plot. I will try my best to stop those demon orcs, but No matter what happens on the battlefield, no matter what happens to me, no matter what news you hear, Garrosh, don't be impulsive!"

"The orcs have had enough of being reckless..."

Garrosh heard a hint of ominousness from his father's bleak words, he subconsciously grabbed his father's wrist, and said in a deep voice:

"Then go back with me. After we discuss with the chiefs, we will fight again..."

Before Garrosh could finish his sentence, Grom turned his head to look at him, and the warsong chieftain said every word:

"So, you mean, let me give up my seduced people? Garrosh, do you really want to advise your warchief? Do you really want me to watch more than 1,000 of my people die in demons or Is it in the hands of the elves?"

"They were seduced! Father!"

Garrosh gritted his teeth and said:

"They have fallen, they drank the blood of demons, they are not our compatriots anymore! You don't need to die for them anymore!"

"Shut up! Open your eyes and see, my son, they didn't drink the blood of demons voluntarily, they were plotted against, it was not their intention, they are still Warsong clan orcs at heart! It's still mine tribe!"

Grom's clenched fists creaked, he looked at his son with a stern look, and said in a deep voice:

"You still don't understand the chieftain's responsibility, Garrosh, if today I can evade my responsibility by saying that they have fallen voluntarily, then tomorrow, I will send our brothers to the battlefield without caring and watch them go Die! Should I do that? Have you forgotten the Warsong clan's ancestral command?"

"On the battlefield, the chief should die before the warriors... If he doesn't, then he doesn't deserve to be a chief!"

As he spoke, Grom turned over and stepped on his war wolf. He looked back at his son:

"Go, Garrosh, take my word back...don't follow!"

His father's last instruction made Garrosh, who was about to follow, stop in his tracks. He watched his father disappear into the woodland of Ashenvale. The young orc looked back at the burning body of the war dead. In the end, he gritted his teeth and rushed into the rear camp of the Warsong Lumbering Camp. Ten seconds later, a wyvern roared into the sky of Ashenvale, galloping all the way in the direction of Orgrimmar .

"Father, hold on!"

In the bitter cold wind high above, Garrosh held on to the reins tightly:

"I'll be back as fast as I can..."

"Don't die, old man!"

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On the other side, in the forest tree dwelling in the middle of Ashenvale, this is a slightly weird temple hidden in the endless forest of Ashenvale. It is made of a huge tree, and the god of nature Cenarius lives here. The descendants of Si, to be precise, is one of the homelands of the dryads and forest guardians.

This temple of trees is located at the junction of Ashenvale and Felwood Forest, firmly guarding the passage between Ashenvale and Felwood Forest. Even in the craziest period of the Demon War, the heroic dryads did not let the demons occupy it. I have passed this place, but now, it can be called a river of blood.

More than 1,000 fully armed Warsong orcs are attacking the positions of the forest tree dwellers. Their eyes are red, and the blood of demons flows in their veins, burning their reason, releasing their wildness and strength. During the Nuo World period, the orcs once drank the blood of demons. In the years since they came to Azeroth, the orcs have been fighting against the blood of demons in their bodies.

It's like a drug addict in withdrawal, in a delicate state where their body craves demonic blood, but their will is resisting that evil, but now, in the disciple of the demonic assassin Akali With their efforts, the blood from the great demon destroyer Maronus was injected into the bodies of these orc warriors again.

Their struggle failed, and it got worse, reembracing the blood of demons to satisfy their bodies' depraved cravings, plunging them back into the abyss of carnage once more, and deeper and deeper.

However, if it is just an attack of more than 1,000 evil orcs, then it is completely impossible to break through the defense line of the forest tree dwelling. The tree demons and forest guardians here are not vegetarians. These descendants inherited from the blood of the natural demigods are very powerful , male guardians of nature have an elk-like body and an elf's upper body, with ferocious antlers on their heads and black thorns wrapped around their right hands.

These behemoths are full of strength, and have the dexterity of an elk. They dare to confront the orcs head-on. The bodies of these dryads are similar to those of the guardians of the forest, but the antlers hidden in the long green hair on their heads are smaller, unprotected by thorns, and weak in strength.

But it was replaced by a more powerful agility and a profound knowledge of natural spells.

The lively dryads wore wooden armor and chanted slogans. While waving their hands, green wooden spears flew across the sky and pierced into the scattered orc positions in front of them. Soft, this is the natural magic attached to the javelins of the dryads, similar to poison, but the effect is more powerful.

The dryads have an absolute advantage in this war, because not only are they fighting on the battlefield, but also their ancestors... the powerful demigod Cenarius himself is also here.

It's like a forest guardian magnified 3 times. The demigod of nature has a majestic face. He runs on the battlefield like a moving hill. His powerful strength will easily knock away any orcs that stand in front of him. , and as long as his huge hoofs stepped on the ground, it would be a terrifying war trampling. Cenarius didn't care about the siege of those crazy orcs. He raised his hands, and thick vines rolled out of the ground. Trapped those orcs in place.

No orc could approach him. After all, he was a demigod of the wilderness. Even though he was much weaker than Agamagam, it was not accessible to mortals.

Of course, Cenarius is supposed to be overseeing the battle in Felwood at this time. He is here because he is tracking down a weird demon assassin who sneaked into the night elf camp just 2 hours ago and killed Twenty-seven frontline commanders were killed, which made the battlemaster Cenarius furious. He chased it all the way from Felwood to this place, and then lost the trace of the demon assassin.

But it happened to coincide with the battle of the evil orcs attacking the tree dwelling in the forest. This kind of weird coincidence made the demigod of nature have a bad feeling in his heart. He vaguely felt a crisis, but he couldn't let it go. This group of evil orcs attacked their descendants...

The demigods of nature did not kill the orcs.

With Cenarius' vision, he could easily see that these orcs were polluted by the blood of fel energy. Although some evil orcs had joined the demon side before, this time such a large-scale operation of evil orcs was the first time. Second-rate.

Cenarius frowned, looking at the evil-blooded orcs who were gradually being defeated under the siege of the forest guardians and dryads, his green eyes were full of doubt and seriousness.

He recognized the logo on the chests of these orcs, which was the logo of the Warsong clan in the orc tribe. He summoned up a series of vines to trap the defeated orcs, and then he raised his head, amidst the cheers of the dryads and forest guardians Looking into the distance, the forest had informed him of Grom's arrival, so the demigods of nature left these orcs alive.

He really wanted to know, was this a planned attack, or was it an accident like before?