Since both Jaina and Grom Hellscream discovered each other's existence, the two sides continued to chase, test, attack and defend for more than two weeks.
From the banks of the Raging Water River in the Barrens where they first met, to Ashenvale and Stonetalon Mountains, small-scale battles continued.
Almost every day, dozens or even dozens of people are killed or injured.
On the human side, there are healing potions prepared by some priests and alchemists of the Holy Light Church, so most of the injured can receive timely treatment.
But the orc Warsong Clan can basically only rely on physical strength to resist.
The number of traditional shaman professions that have just been revived by Thrall is too small, and there is simply not enough ability to ensure that every wounded soldier can be treated.
But even so, Grom Hellscream still pursued him, unleashing the mania, bloodthirsty and anger that had been suppressed for a long time in his body.
He longed to use his blood roar to split open the enemy's body, appreciate the cruel sight of blood splattering and internal organs flowing freely, and regarded the enemy's screams and wails as the most beautiful music in the world.
Every time he kills an enemy, the chief of the Warsong clan will feel the strong beating of his heart and feel that he is still alive.
If Thrall's strongest desire in his heart is to lead the orcs away from the control and influence of the Burning Legion and no longer be their slaves and tools, then Grom Hellscream's desire is endless fighting and killing.
It was obvious that he had no self-control at all in this regard, and was completely like a wild beast driven by primitive instincts.
Just when humans and orcs brought war and hatred from the eastern continent to Kalimdor, the two warring parties didn't realize at all that two pairs of eyes had been observing them in the darkness for a long time.
The owners of the eyes are none other than the Dread Lord Tichondrius and the Abyss Lord Mannoroth.
Since receiving Archimonde's order, they came to Kalimdor in advance to prepare for the upcoming war.
Especially Mannoroth, who had given the orcs the blood of demons, very much wanted to bring these former slaves and servants back under his control and use their warlike and bloodthirsty nature to serve the legion.
In the eyes of the Abyss Lord, the combat power and destructive power of the Fel Orcs are much stronger than the Lich King and the useless undead under his command.
After all, when the Dark Portal first opened, tens of thousands of Fel Orcs rushed into Azeroth, instantly destroying the Kingdom of Stormwind with their sheer strength alone.
You must know that the orcs at that time had just been forcibly kneaded together by Gul'dan's Shadow Council from a scattered nomadic state. When fighting, there were no tactics, coordination, formations, etc., and a "recklessness" was implemented from beginning to end.
Character.
To put it simply, when you see an enemy, don't worry about them, rush forward and hack them to death first.
He never considers any strategic intentions, nor does he care whether the other party has more people than himself.
The Alliance needs the sophisticated weapons forged by the dwarves, the engineering technology provided by the dwarves, the magical support from Dalaran and Quel'Thalas, the powerful fleet of Kul Tiras, and finally its own overwhelming numbers.
Advantages, discipline, tactical coordination, etc., finally won the victory with 800 losses to ourselves and 1000 losses to the enemy.
This shows how terrifying the Fel Orcs will be as long as they can obtain a steady supply of demon blood.
The most important thing is that evil orcs generally lack the ability to think.
This means that apart from eating, sleeping and fighting, they don't have too many thoughts, let alone betray their masters easily. They are simply perfect cannon fodder and thugs.
Looking at Grom Hellscream who rushed into the human outpost in the distance and killed him without restraint, Mannoroth grinned and said in a gratified tone: "I can't believe that after more than twenty years, these pets without collars are still like this.
They are wild and violent. It is a pity that the demon blood remaining in their bodies is too thin, otherwise they would definitely be able to easily defeat those fragile humans."
"yes.
Through two invasion wars, the orcs greatly weakened the resistance in the eastern continent of this world.
Otherwise, the Lich King and his Scourge wouldn't be able to succeed so easily.
And as far as I know, the legions left by Lord Archimonde on the eastern continent were not able to wipe out all resistance forces as quickly as expected.
Just the opposite.
They were caught in a tug-of-war with the Alliance and couldn't even break through the defenses built by the other side."
Tichondrius' tone revealed naked and undisguised schadenfreude.
"Oh? Didn't Lord Archimonde say anything about this? As far as I know, his temper is not very good, at least not like Lord Kil'jaeden who would give his subordinates a second chance."
An expression of surprise appeared on Mannoroth's hideous and ugly face.
In fact, Archimonde and Kil'jaeden are two completely opposite supreme commanders of the Legion.
The latter prefers to hide behind the scenes to achieve his goals by seducing and planning a series of conspiracies, completely disintegrating the enemy from the inside. As long as there is still value to the legion, he will not kill him easily, but will make meritorious deeds for the other party.
Opportunity.
But the former prefers to charge into battle, leading the legion to win victory after victory on the battlefield, and will often severely punish those who lose.
Mannoroth could hardly imagine how terrifyingly violent Archimonde would be when the Legion was thwarted against a group of weak mortals.
The Dread Lord obviously knew what the Lord of the Abyss wanted to express, and immediately smiled meaningfully: "Hehehehe, Lord Archimonde has led the army towards Mount Hyjal.
He can't wait to destroy the World Tree and draw the power of the Well of Eternity.
Where do you have the time and energy to pay attention to such trivial things?
Perhaps in his opinion, once he has gained enough power to directly summon the entire legion to this planet, any resistance will be meaningless.
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As for the eastern continent, we just need to hold the Alliance back so that they cannot support our old enemy, the night elves."
"That's it! That's why Lord Archimonde asked us to re-collar these orc pets that have escaped the control of the Legion, and then use them to give our old friend Cenarius a little color."
Mannoroth moved his huge and fat body, a bloodthirsty and cruel smile appeared on his face.
"That's right!
Once those orcs enter Ashenvale, according to their habits, they will definitely cut down a large amount of forest to build an advance base.
This will surely anger the night elf sentry troops stationed in this land, as well as their traditional ally, the demigod Cenarius.
Therefore, the orcs of the Warsong clan will become a sharp blade in our hands.
Of course, the premise is that you need to provide enough blood so that they can drink it again and become the violent army that could destroy everything twenty years ago."
After saying that, Tichondrius turned his attention to the endless Ashenvale forest behind him.
You must know that the current Ashenvale is not what it was after the three wars, but includes a large area of ​​land in the north that was later called "Felwood".
And there are not only night elves living in this land, but also allies such as dryads, tree men, furbolgs, chimeras, elven dragons, giants, etc.
This is why they are the real main force against the Burning Legion.
After ten thousand years of cultivation and reproduction, the night elves have long since regained their strength.
After all, they have the World Tree, the Well of Eternity and the blessings from the Aspect Dragon, so they don't have to worry about birth, old age, sickness and death at all.
As long as there is no large-scale war, the population can grow steadily.
Even if one child is born every hundred years, the population will expand fifty to one hundred times in ten thousand years.
So the night elves are definitely not as weak as they appear in the game.
Especially since the stalls have not yet suffered large-scale invasion and massacre by the Burning Legion, their own strength alone can be worth the sum of the entire Eastern Continent Alliance combined.
Coupled with jungle demigods like Cenarius, even the vanguard of the Burning Legion would have to break a few big teeth if they wanted to chew through this place.
As spies sent by the Shadow Realm, the Dreadlords will not put themselves in danger easily.
Tichondrius never had any intention of going out to confront Cenarius in person.
He deliberately brought Mannoroth here in order to use the opponent's demon blood to reactivate the rage and bloodlust of the Warsong clan orcs, and use these cannon fodder to achieve his goals.
In addition, as long as the Warsong clan becomes fel orcs again and fights with the night elves and forges a bloody feud, they will lose the possibility of reconciliation with the native creatures.
If you don't want to die, the only thing you can do is to join the Legion again and become a slave, just like the night elves who became satyrs.
Thinking of this, a glint of pride that was hard to detect flashed across the eyes of the Dread Lord.
Mannoroth obviously did not know the dark thoughts of his colleague beside him, and continued to ask while stroking his fat chin: "About the God of Contract who successfully harmed Lord Archimonde, and his chosen people, you know
How many?"
"The God of Contract?
All I know is that the other person claims to be a god from another universe.
And a miracle once happened in Hearthglen, and the undead army that was besieging Prince Arthas was instantly purified.
Up to now, that land and the surrounding forest in a large area are filled with a powerful sacred energy.
But it's not the Holy Light, but another force that tends to light and order.
Regardless of whether it is an undead or a demon, as long as you get close, you will immediately feel intense fear that cannot be described in words, and your body will be continuously burned.
To be continued...