Menethil's Power

Chapter 450 Battle of Ashen Valley
Below the Dragon's Rest Temple, the portals leading to the sacred places of the guardian dragons have long lost their light, as if they had been closed for a long time.

Although somewhat regrettable, Isaacs was not disappointed. He originally wanted to ask Alexstrasza to send some members of the Red Dragon Legion. A situation that requires the entire Azeroth to unite against it.

He returned to the Crusade camp unnoticed by anyone, not even Kalecgos and Teligosa, who were unaware of Isaacs' brief disappearance.

The area of ​​Dragonbone Wilderness is very vast, almost twice the size of the Borean Tundra. After clearing away the ghosts of the Highborne that they encountered at the beginning, the Northern Expedition began to formally explore this land.

They still haven't encountered a formal enemy.

This is very abnormal. Although the Scourge is far from reaching its strongest period, there should be at least one floating fortress. Before the reconstruction of the Hyperion, the air force of the Northern Expedition is just two floating battleships. And a group of Griffin Knights, Naxxramas itself is a very oppressive existence.

Isaacs originally thought that the Scourge would use the floating fortress as the core to form a line of defense against the Northern Expedition, and at least wipe out part of the Northern Expedition in Dragonbone Wilderness. This is a normal person who knows how to conduct territory defense operations. A decision made by a military commander.

But he was wrong again.

The two floating battleships patrolled back and forth, and even Teligosa and Kalecgos acted as scouts, but neither of them found a large number of natural disaster forces assembled on the ground or in the sky.

This is kind of weird.

"Could it be that the group of bone dragons that attacked you was the only movement of the Scourge during this period?" Isaacs couldn't help asking.

The two blue dragons looked at each other, but they couldn't give an answer.

It was the first time that traces of human beings were found in the wild east. Those colonists who migrated to this extreme northern land were able to establish a group of well-established villages and towns in this ice and snow land, which is not easy.

But now those villages and towns exude a strange atmosphere, and nothing can be seen from the periphery and high altitude, so it is necessary to investigate.

This job is naturally handed over to Lordaeron's army.

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Meanwhile, Kalimdor, Ashenvale.

Goreroar carried the momentum of thunder, and the air flow passed through the hole on the back of the ax, making a terrifying whining sound. In an instant, this weapon representing the Hellscream family smashed into the thick neck of the abyss lord, and then simply He cut off his head neatly.

The stinky devil's blood sprayed out, and the abyss lord collapsed to the ground, his huge body was covered with scars, and there were many broken bodies of orcs around.

Obviously there was a thrilling battle before.

Grom shook Gorehowl, shaking off the demonic blood stained on it, and the surrounding Warsong fighters began to spontaneously shout the name of Hellscream, obviously this was a glorious victory.

Chief Warsong waved his hand to stop their cheering. The abyss lord named Ukriton is still a worthy opponent, but he and Mannoroth are not on the same level at all.

Now, it's time to inspect the loot.

This demon was guarding a pool of spring water. The water was crimson, like blood. Grom lowered his head and could vaguely see his own reflection.

"There is no doubt that this is a powerful source of energy." The witch doctor Ukri squatted down, and boldly dipped a little bit of spring water with his fingers, "It's unbelievable, it's so...evil." said Red Finger.

Even Yukri himself didn't expect that he led the orcs to find such a place just by feeling a faint breath.

"Strength is power. There are only strong and weak, there is no distinction between justice and evil." Grom was somewhat disapproving, "How should we use the power in these springs?"

"The easiest way is to drink it directly, but I don't recommend it, after all, we don't know the specific reason for the emergence of this spring water. Give me a little time, I can analyze the specific components of these spring water, and then find the most suitable method ’” Ukri suggested.

"Master Chief, are you going to accept the power of the demon again?" A shaman wearing a wolf hood asked in confusion, "But the great chief managed to free us from the curse of the demon's blood..."

"The chief's approach is correct, but the Warsong clan has enough courage and strength, and the power of the devil will only make us stronger." Grom said proudly.His words immediately won the approval of many War Song diehards.

"But..." The shaman of the Frostwolf Clan wanted to say something more, but at this moment, an orderly staggered away from the crowd and rushed in front of Grom. arrow. "Chief Hellscream! Splinterwood Post is under attack! Those elves are at it again!"

With no choice left, Grom looked again at the blood-red fountain. The Warsong clan could no longer stand against that demigod. This was their last chance, or they would retreat shamefully to the Barrens.

"Have you made a decision, Lord Chief? I still want to make it clear that I don't recommend you drink it directly..." the witch doctor Ukri said in a very calm voice, more like a disclaimer.

He knew he couldn't stop the chief.

This is indeed the case, Grom completely ignored the advice of the witch doctor, took a water bag from the guard at the side, scooped up a bag full of blood-red spring water, poured it with his head up, his thick Adam's apple was shaking up and down .

No one knows whether Grom has thought of drinking the blood of demons in Draenor, but it is basically certain that if there is no little bald head from time to time telling the future, the old Hellscream will basically have a similar fate .

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"Get out of this land, defiler!"

The majestic voice sounded outside the broken wood post, and many of the Warsong orcs who stayed behind showed despair. They knew that the voice was often accompanied by endless treants.

Although Grom had ordered the Warsong Clan to cut down all the trees around the Splinterwood Post in advance, this had very limited effect. Cenarius could summon treants from other places, and the demigod still had incredible abilities. Under the influence of his strength, those tree stumps began to grow rapidly, and in just a few minutes they became towering trees again.

Seeing that the orcs were about to be overwhelmed by the endless force of nature.

"We are about to drive these beasts out of Ashenvale, sisters, attack!" A female night elf with thick facial lines encouraged her comrades loudly.

Shandris Feathermoon, the adopted daughter of Tyrande, was in charge of commanding the sentry troops for the priestess. It was not only the demigods who responded to the invasion of the Warsong clan, the sentry troops also dispatched a lot of people.

So far so good, the night elves are still Azeroth's number one mortal race, and even the Warsong clan can't compete with them.But now, the situation appears to be changing.

The sentry towers around the broken wooden sentry post have all been dismantled, leaving only this hastily built fortress, and the crude wooden city wall can hardly play a very effective defensive role.

However, at this moment, there was a soul-stirring roar from the east. Cenarius looked over there and found that it was a group of orcs, but these orcs had undergone astonishing changes, their skin had turned blood red , and at the same time, there was an additional aura on their bodies, an aura that Cenarius hated, which made his memory travel through thousands of years and return to the War of the Ancients.

That is fel energy.

"The lackeys of the devil!" The demigod of the jungle scolded angrily, and the demigod's anger turned into more activated plants and rushed towards the group of orcs, as if to drown them.

The Warsong clan was defeated before this sea of ​​activated plants. Although the orc warriors were brave, their physical strength was limited after all. However, these red-skinned orcs were no longer afraid of such a large number of enemies.

A group of treants at the front fell down. Their tough bodies did not have the slightest protective effect against the tomahawks with fel energy attached. They were easily cut open like a piece of butter, and these fel orcs Not only can fel energy be strengthened into weapons, but by virtue of fel energy's ability to assimilate almost all energy, they can even absorb the enemy's power to restore their own physical strength and injuries when they kill the enemy.

In other words, every evil orc has become a killing machine. Of course, this is not an ability that can be obtained simply by drinking the blood of demons. Obviously, the formula of the spring water prepared by Red or Gul'dan is extremely unique.

The Sentinels immediately began to attack, but their arrows seemed to have lost their effectiveness. Even though the evil orcs were hit by four or five arrows, they could still pull out their arrows nonchalantly and continue to kill the tree people.

Cenarius frowned, trying to summon more treants and living vines, the jungle demigod's main way of fighting against a large number of enemies, but was completely restrained now.

No matter how many treants he summoned, the damage to the evil orcs would be negligible. This is the limitation of demigods, and their abilities are often too single.

The first batch of evil orcs had even rushed into the formation of the sentinels. Every sentinel was a qualified fighter, but they looked so weak in the face of the orcs, and the formation was chaotic for a while, with screams one after another.

Shandris' face changed slightly, "Master Cenarius, I'm afraid we must retreat immediately."

She already had a preliminary but relatively accurate judgment that these evil orcs probably needed the Archdruid or the High Priest Tyrande to deal with them personally.

Cenarius did not reply, the pride of the demigod made him hardly consider the word "retreat".

This moment of hesitation can be said to be fatal.

The casualties of the sentinel troops increased rapidly, and the leader of this group of evil orcs didn't care about other battles. After killing a few night elves blocking the way with very cruel means, he moved towards Cenarius with astonishing momentum. Charged from the side.

Cenarius had some impression of this orc, knowing that he was Hellscream, the chieftain of the Warsong clan. Thick vines immediately grew from Grom's feet, entangled him firmly, and interrupted his charge.At the same time, the two treant guards who had been guarding behind Cenarius walked towards the bound Grom with heavy steps, while the demigod himself raised his hand, condensing a natural sword with bright light. spear.

Lunara is the eldest daughter of Cenarius, and obviously inherited most of her abilities from her father.

For a warrior, being controlled by himself, facing the enemy's summoned creatures, and being locked by a long-range spell at the same time, this can be said to be the most unfavorable situation, but this is not the case for Grom, he growled , a faint blood-red flame began to burn around him.

The vines entwining him quickly became scorched and withered, and the Hellscream that gained the ability to move around suddenly began to spin, and the blood roar brought out a storm of sharp blades. Facing such a storm, his body quickly began to dismember, and his huge fist shattered before it even touched Grom.

And the Spear of Nature thrown by Cenarius was scattered into a streamer when it touched the scarlet blade storm.

The storm began to move towards Cenarius, and Shandris quickly shot arrows at him, but even the moonlight arrows blessed by the high-ranking priestess could not hurt the blurry figure in the storm, General Feather Moon couldn't help but A sense of powerlessness rose up, why did this orc suddenly become so powerful?

She gritted her teeth and pulled out her moon blade and rushed towards the opponent. She barely parried it when she first came into contact with the storm, and then was knocked into the air without any suspense.

Now only Cenarius faced the berserk Grom.

The jungle demigod's hands have turned into sharp wooden claws. He is not afraid of close combat. During the War of the Ancients, he killed many demons with his own hands.The demigod bravely rushed towards Grom.

The storm subsided, and Hellscream's eyes gleamed with bloodthirsty light. He didn't lose his mind. The only reason for dispelling the blade storm was that this move couldn't cause too much damage to the demigod.

Facing the rushing Cenarius, he jumped up, a scarlet light flashed on the blood howl.

Cut off the head.

Cenarius didn't have any weapons that could be used to block. This slash was extremely fast, and he couldn't dodge it at all. According to normal circumstances, he could directly split Cenarius' head, causing the great demigod to die on the spot.

However, at this moment, on the edge of the battlefield, a burst of invisible fluctuations appeared, and there seemed to be some bronze-colored flashes.

Gorehowl was a few minutes slower out of thin air, which gave Cenarius time to react, but he barely turned his head. Gorehowl slashed across his shoulder blades, almost cutting off his arm completely. The body that the demigod was so proud of The intensity is almost non-existent.

History has changed, and without the Battle of Mount Hyjal, it would be inappropriate for Cenarius to die here again.

(End of this chapter)