"go to hell!"

Grom Hellscream charged directly, raising his hands high and intending to cut the head of the jungle demigod in front of him in half with a powerful blow.

Compared with language, he is obviously better at using the weapons in his hands to talk.

If they were all mortals, perhaps this blow would make most warriors hate themselves on the spot.

But unfortunately Cenarius is not a mortal.

He didn't give the orc warrior a chance to get close to him at all. He raised his hand and released rich natural energy.

The next second...

A group of vines covered with spikes emerged from the ground in an instant, directly wrapping around Grom Hellscream's legs and holding him firmly in place. The spikes on them also tore large pieces of skin and

muscle.

Not only that!

Some unknown natural energy also began to bless all allies, including the Treants and Night Elf Sentinels.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As long as the orc warrior's weapon touches the opponent, he will immediately feel a heart-piercing sting, as if he has touched a sharp thorn.

The Warsong clan, which Grom Hellscream was proud of, only lasted less than ten minutes when faced with the attack of the demigod Cenarius before being completely defeated.

What made him even more unbelievable was that the old deer released an extremely powerful magic when the battle was coming to an end. Manna full of natural energy fell from the sky, causing the trees that had been cut down with only their roots to emit light again.

Green shoots, growing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the bare lumberyard was once again covered with towering trees.

Although Grom Hellscream has seen powerful spellcasters like Gul'dan and Ner'zhul, he has never seen the latter two's spell abilities reach such an exaggerated level.

And he, the great chief of the Warsong clan, who had made great achievements in the second war and became a tribal hero, could do nothing but stand here, being tightly entangled by vines and unable to move.

Powerless!

humiliation!

anger!

Desire to make the blood in the body burn again!

If possible, Grom Hellscream really hoped that whoever it was would come and chop off his head, so that he would not have to endure the contempt from his enemies.

But unfortunately, the biggest difference between night elves and orcs is that they are rational and civilized enough, and have never been in the habit of killing captives.

In this way, Cenarius quickly turned around and left after expelling the orcs and restoring the forest that had been cut down by the Warsong clan.

Seeing the enemy disappearing into the depths of the dense forest once again, Grom Hellscream, who felt that he had suffered a great humiliation, gritted his teeth and roared: "I swear! You will pay the price for your contempt for me and the Warsong clan!"

The words have not yet been spoken!

A figure suddenly fell from the sky and landed steadily on the forest clearing less than ten meters away from him.

There are curved horns on its forehead, huge wings behind its back, solid scales all over its body, and its hands and feet also look like sharp claws.

Especially the two flashing red eyes are enough to make anyone who feels it feel their blood boiling all over their body, as if they have been summoned by some kind.

A demon?!

Grom Hellscream had a look of astonishment on his face, as if he couldn't believe his eyes.

"Ah! My dear friend, I think you need help, don't you?"

The devil had a friendly smile on his face and took the initiative to say hello.

"Who are you? How did you find us?" Grom Hellscream asked sharply.

Although he was still tightly entangled by vines filled with life energy, he was still struggling to raise his ax in an offensive or defensive posture.

The devil smiled and replied: "It doesn't matter who I am, what's important is that I can provide you with some help. I believe you have also seen that the demigod Cenarius is so powerful. In your current state, you want to win even

It is absolutely impossible to kill him."

"So you can provide a way to defeat him?"

Grom Hellscream was instantly moved.

For a traditional orc like him, what matters most is the so-called "glory". Once humiliated by the enemy, he will fight until he kills the opponent to wash away the shame.

For this he is willing to pay any price.

This is also a manifestation of the abnormal culture and values ​​of orc society.

Life has never been an important thing in their eyes, whether it is their own or other people's.

"No, no, no, what I want to provide you is a way to make you stronger.

Deep in the forest, there is a spring containing powerful magic.

As long as you lead your men to find it and drink it, you will gain the power to defeat Cenarius.

How about it, doesn’t it sound tempting?”

As he said that, the demon blinked his eyes playfully, and then pointed in a certain direction deep in the forest.

Then he raised his hand and lightly snapped his fingers, and the vine that imprisoned Grom Hellscream withered and died in an instant.

After regaining his freedom, the latter didn't care about the scars scratched by the thorns on his body, and hurriedly wanted to ask something, but found that the other party's figure had disappeared.

There is no doubt that the chief of the Warsong Clan is full of vigilance and hostility in his heart towards the demons of the Burning Legion.

After all, he learned from Ner'zhul that the reason why the orcs ended up in this situation was largely due to the conspiracy of the Burning Legion.

But the problem is that Grom Hellscream has no choice now.

If Cenarius cannot be defeated or even killed, then he will not be able to complete the logging task assigned by Thrall.

What's even worse is that the opponent's attack directly dispersed the entire Warsong clan, and it took a lot of effort just to gather them together.

If Cenarius and the Treants and Sentinels were to attack again during this process, the entire Warsong Clan might be at risk of being expelled.

Therefore, whether in public or private life, Grom Hellscream must overcome the difficulties at all costs.

After a moment of hesitation and struggle, he quickly gathered his troops and gathered an elite force of more than a thousand people. After handing over the task of gathering the tribesmen to his subordinates, he headed deep into the forest.

Within two days, the army discovered a green spring near a valley.

A group of satyrs were obviously attracted by the power of evil, and obviously wanted to take it as their own to strengthen their own power.

Grom Hellscream didn't even say a word of nonsense, he just rushed over with Gorehowl in hand.

After an effortless battle, all the satyrs were driven out and killed.

He himself was led by a troll witch doctor to the spring. Feeling the familiar power flowing inside, pain and struggle once again appeared on his originally ugly face.

As an orc who once drank the blood of demons, Grom will never forget the feeling and the temptation of corruption, let alone the astonishing strengthening brought about by the evil energy filling his body.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! You must know that at the end of the Second War, the power of Fel has not yet begun to fade. He only led a few orc remnants to hold back the alliance's attack, even at the same time.

The top human warriors cannot fail to deal with more than two people.

So Grom missed that feeling, especially after being forgiven by Cenarius in an insulting manner, all he could think about was how to kill the opponent.

After several minutes, his instinct and nature finally defeated his reason, and he was the first to take the lead in drinking the green-lit Legion's only designated drink.

moment!

One second the orc warrior was green-skinned, but the next second the blood all over his body began to boil and burn, and both his eyes and skin quickly turned red.

strength!

A tremendous strength!

Grom Hellscream's face was full of excitement and ecstasy, and his brutal, violent and bloodthirsty impulses directly broke through the restrictions and dominated this strong body.

The only thing that puzzled him was why his bloodthirsty impulse this time was not just about killing, but seemed to really want to suck the blood of the enemy, and there was also a kind of hunger emerging from the bottom of his heart.

With the chief taking the lead, the rest of the Warsong clan would naturally not be left behind. They all lay down on the spring and drank the green liquid, making themselves powerful and violent again.

Some orcs even have demon-like black bone spurs growing out of their bodies.

You don't need to ask to know that since drinking these liquids containing evil energy, they have all turned into evil orcs.

After this completely berserk orc army returned to the same route and fought towards the Ashen Valley once again, the demon that just gave Grom Hellscream the prompt slowly walked out of the darkness in an instant, and moved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Transformed into the appearance of a human youth.

Obviously, the person who pushed the Zhange clan into the abyss was none other than Zuo Si who came from afar.

And he also added some ingredients to the spring water, which is now the blood that has transformed the body.

That's why the orcs who drink the spring water will feel hungry and thirsty while turning into evil orcs, eager to tear out the throat of a certain creature and drink the blood.

"Tsk tsk, the orcs are indeed a bunch of idiots with simple minds and well-developed limbs. They were fooled so easily. It gives me no sense of accomplishment at all. It seems that smart guys like Thrall, Gul'dan and Ner'zhul are just...

Very few."

Zuo Si touched his chin and revealed a wicked smile.

Just when he was about to destroy the spring, a portal suddenly opened out of thin air, and Mal'Ganis, who had disappeared for a while, appeared directly, and the wound on his chest caused by Frostmourne completely disappeared.

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To be continued...