…………

Grom estimated that this should be the most interesting battle similar to Mak'gora's that he had ever encountered. Although there were three people on the other side, they were all women. Hellscream did not have the concept of sexism, and he was surprised by the attitude of these women.

The attack was so fast and fierce, not sloppy at all. And their special weapon, a war blade that could be thrown and retrieved, Grom was almost injured several times.

His enemies are very similar to the elves of Quel'Thalas. Grom firmly believes that these new elves are more powerful and dangerous. However, the warlord of the Warsong clan is not so easy to defeat. Orcs who know Hellscream know that he

It's just fun. In a head-to-head fight, Grom has never been at a disadvantage.

War Song Warlord, who has experienced many battles, quickly found the loopholes in the opponent's attack. He flexibly dodged the sharp blades and used blood roar attacks at the right time to disrupt the opponent's cooperation. Both sides went back and forth, but no one was hurt. However,

Anyone with a discerning eye knows that the three female elves who tried to "do justice" are no match for Hellscream. The orcs just don't want to kill them.

After fighting for hundreds of rounds, the elves and the orcs discovered that this tall green-skinned guy was not that easy to deal with. They looked at each other, and then spoke in a language that Grom could not understand.

Hellscream thought they had some secret tactics, but the other party just threw out the weapon in his hand, forcing him to block and dodge in order to gain a chance to retreat.

"Cunning Elf." Grom spat on the ground, and then laughed loudly. The Warsong Orcs were cheering for their leader. Hellscream and his warriors realized that it was not as boring as before.

There are enemies in the forest, enemies worth fighting.

…

"Ma'am, we discovered something."

Sylvanas is studying the route. In the past few days, they have found some traces of the undead during the tracking process, but they are just scattered walking corpses.

"Speak slowly, guard. What is the specific situation?"

"We found humans and orcs!"

The female elf raised an eyebrow. Humans and orcs? This means there is a battle ahead. In addition, Sylvanas is confused as to why these two races appear here. Lordaeron has been destroyed, and humans have fled here.

This continent is understandable, but what about the orcs? Why weren’t those monsters wiped out by the undead from natural disasters?

"Where? Where are the humans and orcs?"

"On the peak just in front of us, ma'am. There are many humans, and so are the orcs."

"Then it seems that humans need our power." Sylvanas nodded to herself after hearing this. She planned to help those humans. If possible, she might be able to get help from humans and find out more about

News of the dead.

The ranger who reported to her had doubts about Sylvanas' hasty decision. As we all know, the elves withdrew from the Alliance after the Second War in order to avoid the cost of building an orc shelter. This sounds quite ungrateful.

It also makes the relationship between humans and elves very awkward.

"The alliance has long been broken, madam. The alliance between elves and humans no longer exists. Do we really need to interfere in human affairs now?"

The soldier's words angered his commander. Sylvanas jumped up from the ground and accused: "No matter how long it takes, we should never forget the days when we fought side by side with humans, let alone the Horde bastards' attack on Quel'Se."

The crimes committed by Lars. Since those monsters were not destroyed with Lordaeron and were not burned to death in the asylum, then let us seek justice."

"But now the undead are our main enemies, aren't they?"

"Undead and orcs are the same." Sylvanas explained rationally. No one needed to remind her of this. The female elf knew that most of the travelers who followed her were reluctant. In fact, now she found humans.

She can completely move on her own after leaving traces. There are a lot of humans, which shows that their leader is a person with prestige. Sylvanas really wants to see her, and then convince her to cooperate with her. Just out of duty, she does not

Maybe leave the travelers behind and act alone.

Stonetalon Mountain seems to be very lively, and the closer to the top of the mountain, the stronger the smell of blood Sylvanas smells, and the louder the noise. As a ranger who has experienced many battles, Sylvanas is very familiar with the battle.

How important the position is. In order not to attract attention, the elves used hook ropes to climb to the top of the mountain. What surprised her was that there was no retreat from the human camp. The only passage had been occupied by orcs. The female elf was a little disappointed, feeling in her heart

It is assumed that the human leader may not have combat experience, otherwise why would he choose this dead end to build a camp?

"Ma'am, there are several humans surrounded over there."

Sylvanas turned her head and looked slightly. Just as the ranger beside her reported, there was a group of wolf cavalry in that direction, surrounding several human soldiers and a human mage. The mage's robe was also embroidered with extremely complex patterns.

It has a golden eye, and under the eye are three golden daggers pointing to the ground.

"A mage from the Kirin Tor?" The female elf stretched out her head to look carefully and confirmed that it was indeed the mark of Dalaran. Are there people from Dalaran among these humans?

"Are we going to help them?"

There was obvious reluctance in the ranger's tone, but Sylvanas would not take his feelings into consideration.

"For Quel'Thalas." The female elf rushed forward immediately, awakening the hesitating rangers with her practical actions. She was very fast, but her movements were light. When the wargs smelled her breath, the orcs

They were surprised to find that she was approaching. Humans were also puzzled, but Sylvanas's appearance saved their lives. The dagger in her hand danced wantonly, like a whirlwind of death. She briefly put her hatred for the undead

The ground was vented on the orcs. Therefore, she did not use her superb shooting skills, but wanted to see the orcs bleed at close range, which would release the long-suppressed anger in her heart faster. Other elves also joined the battle, not sparing any one.

Orcs.

After everything is over, only elves and humans are left.

Sylvanas regained her composure. She was still panting, but this did not delay her from asking about business.

"Hello, humans. I am Sylvanas Windrunner, from Quel'Thalas."

"Lady from the Elf Kingdom?" It was the mage who answered her, "I didn't expect to see friends from Quel'Thalas here. I'm very sorry for your experience."

"The situation of the Kirin Tor is also worthy of pity. I heard that Arthas has conquered Dalaran!" Sylvanas also stated the facts. Humans and elves simply share the same fate. "I don't know your name yet.

Your Mightiness."

"Twash, from Dalaran. Now serves as Lady Proudmoore's advisor."

Sylvanas frowned, "Proudmoore? Sea Admiral? No, you just said you were a lady's advisor."

Tevorsh nodded, "Indeed, beautiful elf lady. I am talking about Jaina Proudmoore, the daughter of the Sea Admiral. She is leading the refugees who escaped from Lordaeron."

"A girl?" The female elf shook her head seriously, "She really brought you to a dead end. Your camp was restricted to the top of the mountain, and there was no way out?

"You may have misunderstood. Ms. Jaina came here not to resist the orcs, but to find a prophet."

"prophet?"
Chapter completed!