Stormwind Wizard God
Chapter 758: Inevitable Conflict

Chapter 758: Inevitable Conflict

Thrall was upset.

He didn’t know if calling Jaina was the right decision.

It was not a good thing for a young leader to show his weakness to an alliance that was once his enemy.

Vol’jin gave Thrall the determination: "We have no choice. If the enemy can easily destroy such a powerful reorganized clan in the Horde, they will be able to destroy all of us, even the Alliance vanguard in Theramore."

The weak can only stick together!

This is an eternal law.

The first thing Thrall said after seeing Jaina was: "The Warsong Clan of the Horde is in a place called Ashenvale in the north. The entire clan, along with 5,000 workers, nearly 30,000 people are missing."

Jaina’s face was full of shock!

Although she did not personally experience the Second Battle of the Dark Gate, because of someone’s training, Jaina was thrown into Tirisfal Glades in the ice and snow. Jaina knew very well what a huge force the more than 20,000 Warsong Clan orcs would be.

But the change in her eyes the next moment betrayed her inner thoughts.

Thrall suddenly lost his voice: "Do you know what is in the Ashenvale!?"

Damn it!

This orc is so smart and has such amazing intuition!

Jaina spat in disdain in her heart, but she couldn’t show it. If she guessed correctly, this might be the opportunity Duke had been waiting for.

"Maybe I know!"

"If you can, please let us know for the sake of this new common threat."

Jaina took a deep breath and said, "You know the high elves, right?"

Thrall nodded. "I have heard of them from the former warchief, Orgrim. I have also seen a few in Lordaeron on occasion."

"Then do you know that the high elves were actually exiled by their compatriots thousands of years ago, and then crossed the Endless Sea to reach the Eastern Kingdom continent, and finally took root and established their own kingdom in the northernmost part of the continent?"

"you mean..."

"The night elves - this is a nation that only exists in the ancient legends of the high elves. Even the high elves themselves have not seen them for at least seven thousand years. In the entire Alliance, we can’t even be sure whether they still exist in the world. However, if there is any force in the north of Kalimdor that can wipe out more than 30,000 elite orcs in one go, I can only think of the night elves."

Thrall asked anxiously: "What are the characteristics of the night elves? Do you know?"

Jaina glanced at Vol’jin who was not far from Thrall. "According to legend, the ancestors of the night elves were also trolls, so their characteristics should be more like jungle trolls. However, when the night elves exiled the high elves, the night elves were ruled by druids who worshipped nature."

"Oh no!" Thrall’s face turned pale. "I sent the Warsong Clan to Ashenvale just to cut down trees..."

You will die if you don’t do it!

There is really no limit to seeking death!

Duke only revealed to Jaina the knowledge she needed, so it was impossible for Jaina to know more.

It was enough to tell the Horde that they were dealing with an ancient and powerful race.

Jaina still remembered what Duke said to her before he left: "The night elves should exist. But they are a more stubborn race than the high elves, and there must be an opportunity to break their self-isolation. Don’t worry, we don’t need to take any special action. According to the characteristics of the Horde, they are bound to clash."

"Which temperament of the high elves do the night elves tend to have?"

"Ranger, right? But his love for the forest is even more extreme!"

Back to the present moment.

Jaina actually laughed out loud after hearing Thrall say that the Warsong clan he sent to Ashenvale were there to cut down trees.

It would be a joke if the night elves, who love nature and regard the forest as their life, encountered a tribe that insisted on cutting down trees to build houses.

Just as Jaina expected, the Warsong Clan ran into big trouble.

Everything was fine at first. After entering Ashenvale, Warsong first carefully cut down trees on the outskirts. But Grom soon discovered that the trees on the outskirts of the forest did not meet the requirements and were too young.

A great city needs giant trees that are as tall and thick as possible.

Seeing no danger, Grom waved his hand and divided the clan into four groups of 5,000 people, with the lumberjacks in the middle, and marched into the depths of the forest.

After two days of deep exploration in the forest, they found the giant tree they were looking for, but within an hour, the nightmare began.

It was a silent, swift arrow coming from the darkness deep in the forest.

Dense as heavy rain, yet accurate as a poisonous snake.

Aiming at the orc’s vulnerable eyeballs and unprotected throat.

The warriors of the Horde were never afraid of arrows shot from the front. Even when facing dense arrow arrays from humans, they were confident that they could bring the battle into close combat after making certain sacrifices.

Not this time.

The mysterious enemy took the art of guerrilla warfare to the extreme, simply hitting and running, and killing everyone with one strike.

Before the orcs could charge forward, they disappeared into the forest like ghosts.

Many times, even entire teams died silently like this.

In just half a day, the Warsong Clan was forced into a desperate situation. More than ten thousand Warsong warriors fell in the forest, and the five thousand lumberjacks were almost wiped out.

Grom tried to lead his people out of this desperate situation, but the enemy continued to pursue him. Whenever he shouted, the enemy would just remain silent and answer with even more fierce arrows.

Grom was desperate until he smelled a familiar scent - the smell of demon blood.

Why did the demon blood that hadn’t been seen for twenty years appear in the forest for no reason?

The first thing Grom thought of was that this was a conspiracy from the devil!

But does he have a choice?

Drink?

Maybe there is still a way for me and my people to survive!

Don’t drink!

It means total destruction!

Grom Hellscream’s eyes were red: "Since... you want me to die! Then I shall take you down with me!"

Grom led his people and drank the long-lost demon blood without hesitation.

The deafening roar echoed in the Gray Valley, a forest that had been silent for nearly ten thousand years.

The night elves who were besieging the orcs could never have imagined that in just one hour, those greenskins suddenly became countless times stronger.

What was once vital is no longer vital.

The throat that could be pierced by an arrow seemed to be covered with thick rhinoceros skin and could not be penetrated no matter how hard the arrow was fired.

The arrows shot towards the eyeballs were all knocked away due to the orcs’ movements and reactions which were countless times faster.

The fallen orcs caught up with the elves with a speed, strength, and agility far exceeding that of the night elves. They killed them one by one, cruelly dismembered their bodies, and even chewed their flesh.

Finally, Grom saw the real opponent appear.

It was a mysterious male with a body like an elf and a lower body like a stag!