Menethil's Power

Chapter 443 Blood of Ash Valley
Kalimdor, north of the Barrens.

Here is a piece of verdant woodland, with a very clear dividing line between the lush vegetation and the desertified ground of the barren land, which is enough to show that this area called Ashen Valley is actually not normal, and there is a strong force of life in this area. Haunting the land.

This power of life naturally comes from the great world tree Nordrassil, the boundary between the dense forest and the desert is actually the limit of the power of this world tree, and also represents the sphere of influence of the night elves , after the War of the Ancients, although Kalimdor that was split off was only a small half of the ancient Kalimdor, the population of the Kaldorei also plummeted, and it was impossible to control the entire continent. The surrounding area of ​​Seoul recuperates.

But not long ago, the peace of this area was broken.

On the gravel path, thousands of orc warriors slowly marched towards the south. Unlike the high-spirited ones who had just entered this jungle, they were quite embarrassed at this time. Many of them were injured, and the physical scars could be regarded as It was relatively light, and the skin of some orcs showed a turquoise color that was very different from their skin color, which was a symptom of some kind of natural toxin.

There are also a few unlucky ones. Their wounds are not deep, but tiny vines continue to grow out of them, which are inexhaustible, as if a strange seed fell into their bodies, using flesh and blood as nutrients. keep growing.

There were already several holes in the scarlet tribal flag, and it was hanging down feebly.

"Master Chief, if we go any further, we will return to the barren land." It was a shaman who spoke, his wolf fur hood covered his entire face, so his voice seemed a little muffled.

The tall orc in front of him with a heavy battle ax on his back stopped in his tracks. Grom Hellscream paused for a few seconds before turning around. "Then we will camp here," he said. , with a calm tone, but there was a faint blood-red flame in his eyes.

In any case, he would not retreat to the Barrens, because that would mean the complete defeat of the Warsong clan. If those purple-skinned elves came after them again, he would fight them here, and would rather die than take a step back.

Give me victory or give me death.

Durotar doesn't have many resources other than minerals, so it fell to the Warsong clan to obtain timber for the new tribe. They entered this dense woodland a few months ago, but only cut down the last After entering the outer woodland, they were attacked by local residents, who were purple-skinned elves, and most of them were women.

Grom has faced many enemies of different races in his life, including those with purple skin and elves, and this time the enemy seems to be just a combination of these two points, and it doesn't seem like a big deal.As for gender, there is simply no distinction between men and women on the battlefield.

This is indeed the case. At the very beginning, these purple-skinned elves were almost powerless to fight back, and it was not difficult for the battle ax to cut into their delicate necks, but everything was cut off by Grom's order Afterwards, the giant tree changed, and they provoked an incredible existence.

It was a half-human, half-deer creature, like a god of nature. He awakened the forest, and endless trees rose from the ground, becoming a tree man with infinite strength, and attacked the orcs. At the same time, more half-human, half-deer joined the battle. Although they were not as powerful as the leader, each of them had the ability to cast spells, which was very tricky.

The Warsong clan is brave and good at fighting, but their physical strength is limited, and they will eventually be overwhelmed by the endless force of nature, so Grom can only lead the warriors to retreat continuously.He learned from the goblins of Ratchet who accompanied the army that the powerful half-man, half-deer creature was named Cenarius and was a half-god.

They are fighting a great demigod of Azeroth.

But defeat is defeat after all, and in the dictionary of orcs, defeat is equivalent to shame. Grom is proud. He doesn't think there is an enemy he can't defeat. In his opinion, the tribe failed in the second war entirely because Gul'dan bewitched him to stay in Draenor. If he appeared on the battlefield, he would surely scare the humans.

But now, he had to admit the reality that his clan was completely powerless in the face of Cenarius, and they couldn't even break through the tree man's barrier to reach Cenarius.

A feeling of gloom crept in Grom's chest, and he raised his trademark ax aloft, roaring.

Another reason for this situation is that their strength is weakening.Although the blood of Mannoroth has made most orcs starve for power, for clans like the Warsong clan that live by war, they can harness the power of demon blood and the killing that goes with it desire, and enjoy it.

So in Grom's mind, demon blood isn't a curse, at least not quite for the Warsong clan.Of course, the blood of the devil is harmful to the orcs as a whole, because Gul'dan used this method to control the entire tribe, and the blood of the devil did make most of the orcs lose their fighting spirit and willingly become slaves to humans.But for those who are strong enough to overcome its side effects, receiving demon blood is not out of the question.

After all, the increase in strength is real, and only those with a strong enough will are worthy of this kind of power, which is fair.

From the perspective of Grom's heart, he is not absolutely opposed to demon blood. Of course he knows that this kind of thing is evil, but he doesn't mind paying a certain price in exchange for an increase in power.

The premise is that no one tampers with it.

But now, the curse of the devil's blood has been lifted. The fundamental reason is that the humans in the Eastern Kingdom killed Mannoroth.The power brought by the magic blood is fading, making the Warsong orcs gradually fall into another extreme hunger for magic blood...

They need strength, enough strength to defeat that demigod.

……

On a small hill not far away, Red, or Gul'dan, who was wearing a purple-black robe, looked at the roaring figure, and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"You really haven't changed much, Hellscream..."

Behind him is a group of warlocks also wearing purple-black robes, but they are of different races, not only orcs, but also humans and gnomes. Outlaws, they re-formed the Twilight's Hammer.

This name was the title of Gul'dan's subordinates during the second war, so it will naturally continue to be used.But what Red, who has now achieved a wonderful fusion state with Gul'dan's remnant soul, does not know that Gul'dan's deputy Cho'gall did not die on the Broken Shore, but recognized a new owner and established A cult whose name seems to use Twilight's Hammer...

After intercepting the wolf cavalry messenger, Red took this group of men down to Ashenvale to observe secretly, and as expected, he saw the plight that the Warsong clan was facing.

This is clearly an opportunity.

"Hellscream wants power, as he did back then, and I'll give it to him," Red said to himself.

Draksul, the crappy warlock who went out to sea with Red back then, glanced at him cautiously. Although he was still Red's body, Draksul felt that his character and behavior were more and more like that of the Shadow Council back then. dominate.

"Are you going to make the warsong chieftain drink the blood of the demon again?" he asked cautiously.

"That's right." Red nodded slightly, "But Hellscream is not a fool, even in the current almost desperate situation, it is no longer possible for him to drink a cup of devil's blood directly, and some means must be used. Come with me." He beckoned to his men.

The warlocks quietly walked towards the border of Ashenvale, where there was a spring and a furbolg village built around the spring.

There are many springs like this in Ashenvale, which contain abundant life force and can nourish thousands of creatures.

"Kill those lower creatures." Red ordered.

The warlocks of the Twilight's Hammer immediately began their ruthless extermination plan. Shadows and flames roiled, and the furbolg village was reduced to scorched earth after half an hour.

Not a single one was left alive.

The demise of hundreds of souls did not move Red in the slightest. He walked in front of the spring and drew a summoning circle. Shadow and evil energy poured into it from his body. A demon like a hill appeared on the magic circle.

This is an abyss lord. Relying on Gul'dan's knowledge and a little bit of luck, Red successfully enslaved such a high-level demon. Of course, this abyss lord can't be compared with Mannoroth at all.

"I need your blood, Ukriton." Reid said lightly.

The abyss lord muttered in a posture. Obviously, Reid had completely subdued him, so that he did not have any emotions of resistance. He slit his wrist and poured blood like liquid sulfur into the spring.

The spring water gradually turned from transparent to viscous green, and the Ukuleleton also weakened a lot.

"Okay." Reid said only when the abyss lord's aura weakened to a certain extent, and walked up unhurriedly, looking at the completely polluted spring water.Of course, Ukriton's blood is not enough. The total energy of this pool is not even comparable to a few cups of Mannoroth's blood. Additional operations must be performed, otherwise it is impossible to attract Hellscream.

He has collected many powerful and rare materials over the years, such as the hearts of several high-level doom guards, and a box of blood essence stones. He threw them into the spring without hesitation, which made Draxul feel distressed. extremely.

Meanwhile, evil spells have been affecting the well.

The spring water gradually turned blood red, but the devil's blood could not be seen from the outside. Red nodded in satisfaction. This pool of energy would definitely help him control Hellscream and let it be used by him.

There is still one last step left, such a hidden source of energy obviously must have a strong enough guard.

"Ukriton, you will guard this spring when we leave." Reid ordered directly.

This abyss lord has already consumed a lot of power, so it is better to summon another one to replenish it, and let him exert a little more energy.

After setting up this well-prepared trap, Red turned to look at the Twilight's Hammer warlocks behind him, "I summoned you because I have a task for you, it's time for the Twilight's Hammer to surface, I want you to lurk Return to their respective races, and try to lure and win as many people as possible to serve us. Especially on the side of the orcs, a new tribe has just been established, and this is a great opportunity for us.”

"Oh, that's right." Reid suddenly remembered something, "Remember, from now on, my name is Reygood."

He is now both Red Blackhand and Gul'dan, but obviously neither of these titles can be made public right now.

"That... Lord Regard," Draxul asked cautiously, "Do you have any other orders from Lord Burning Blade?"

"Let him continue to summon demons in Desolace, but first stay still, accumulate strength, and don't conflict with the centaur over there."

"Understood." Draxul nodded quickly.

Raygood's gaze turned to the spring water that had also turned blood red, "Drink, Hellscream, this is your destiny." He murmured.

After nearly 20 years, scenes from two different periods in history seem to overlap.

……

The night elves had amassed a large force, apparently with a vengeful rage.Nightsabers, dire bears, and hippogryphs appeared in large numbers at this time among the enemies of the Warsong clan, and it seemed that all of nature was against them.

Under tremendous pressure, the orcs retreated steadily, and all the previously occupied land fell, and those lands that had been cut down quickly recovered their jungle appearance under the spell of the demigod.All the Warsong Clan can control is Splinterwood Outpost, which is the last stronghold of the Horde in Ashenvale. Once lost, the Warsong Clan can only retreat to the Barrens and admit their defeat.

In fact, Thrall had given the order for the Warsong clan to evacuate, but the orderly would never reach Ashenvale.

Grom's eyes were red now, and his body was covered in blood, but most of the blood belonged to the enemy. The warsong clan chief had been fighting for a long time, but no matter how powerful his personal strength was, he could not recover from his current disadvantage.

But the orcs must not retreat. This is not only about the glory of the Warsong clan, but also about the entire tribe. The stronghold of Ashenvale is very important. If you don’t get wood here, the orcs in Durotar can’t even build a decent house. .

A strangely dressed troll walked towards Grom with some hesitation, and was stopped by the chief guard immediately, but let him go after he said something. The troll slowly walked up to Grom, "Dear Chief, I am the witch doctor Ukri, and I found a powerful energy source in the east, which may be the key to our victory over these night elves, but..." He hesitated, "There are some things that are not quite right. The right place..."

Grom raised his head suddenly, "Tell me its exact location."

He didn't even ask what was wrong.

(End of this chapter)