Hearing Mannoroth's name, Grommash's expression first darkened, but in an instant, the gloom on his face was swept away. He stood up and took his battle-axe Gorehowl from Thrall's hand.
"I will personally chop off that bastard's head."
The Orc's tone was calm, but anyone could hear the deep-seated anger contained in his words.
If Grommash's heart was filled with fear and regret when he fell into Mannoroth's trap again, now he had cast all of that aside, leaving only a towering rage to kill Mannoroth quickly.
The Dreadlords treated the orcs as pawns and toys, believing they could manipulate the orcs with just a few tricks. Grommash had had enough of being manipulated.
However, Grommash's surging passion was completely extinguished by a bucket of cold water poured by Arthas before it could reach its climax.
"First, think about how to deal with the Night Elves you've made enemies with—you killed their most revered Demigod."
Grommash's body immediately stiffened. With Arthas's reminder, he finally remembered this extremely fatal problem for the orcs.
Thrall's face turned bitter upon hearing this, "This… I can only hope to explain it clearly to the Elves…"
"I'm afraid it'll be difficult, Thrall, things aren't that optimistic," Grommash also sighed, "That fellow named Cenarius stubbornly believed we were the Dreadlords' running dogs. Since the Elves revered him as a god, their race is probably as stubborn as this Demigod."
Arthas remained silent. He knew very well that what Grommash said was largely accurate. At this time, the Night Elves' bad temper was more stubborn than any other race, and they would likely not listen to any explanations from the orcs.
Unless… someone who could influence the opinions of the Night Elves' high-ranking officials could step forward to mediate.
This person was certainly not Arthas. He had only come to form an alliance with the Night Elves. Even if the Night Elves were not completely ignorant of matters in the Eastern Kingdoms, how much attention could they pay to a Human Kingdom's Prince?
"Alright, what I needed to say and do has been done. The rest is up to you."
After helping Grommash break free from Mannoroth's control, Arthas intended to leave, but Thrall stopped Arthas's steps.
"Please wait a moment."
"Hmm?"
Arthas turned around and looked at Thrall. He saw the Warchief take out a bone amulet and hand it to Arthas.
"Although we may have been, are, and will be opponents, this time, I owe you a favor. The orcs are not an ungrateful race. As long as you hold this amulet, I will unconditionally help you with one thing," Thrall said solemnly.
Arthas held the amulet and examined it for a moment, his expression unchanged, only nodding slightly, "I understand, thank you."
After speaking, Arthas walked out of the Horde camp, taking the Alliance guards who had accompanied him and leaving the area, leaving Thrall and Grommash watching the Prince's figure disappear into the distance.
"He's nothing like the rumors," Grommash's deep voice sounded. He couldn't quite understand why this person, who could be considered the Horde's greatest enemy, would help him break free from Mannoroth's control.
"Rumors are always exaggerated and fabricated by others. To truly see what a person is like, you must meet him face to face," Thrall raised his palm, and the gentle breeze of Ashenvale flowed through his fingers. "This Prince Arthas is different from us."
"The elements told you that too?"
"No, my intuition told me," Thrall pointed a finger at his head.
On the way back to the camp, Arthas played with the amulet Thrall had given him. This amulet, made from the tooth of some unknown beast, was engraved with the Horde's red symbol and emanated a faint Shamanic power.
After staring at it for a while, Arthas put it back into his spatial backpack. He felt that he might not have much use for this item.
But in any case, at least the seed on the orcs' side had been planted. It remained to be seen how the battle against the Pit Lord would unfold.
However… where did Tichondrius go again? Arthas certainly wouldn't believe that there wasn't a trace of this Dreadlords behind this matter.
So, where was this Dreadlords now?
Just as Arthas was pondering this question, his keen senses detected a sudden subtle change in the environment. He waved his right hand, and pure Holy Light condensed into a halo-like wave, spreading outwards.
Upon contact with the surrounding plants, Arthas immediately received feedback—someone was hiding in the forest.
The Holy Light immediately turned into scorching, yet harmless, flames. Several hiding figures cried out in pain and leaped out from the treetops and bushes. The golden flames seemed to have a will of their own, herding them together.
When they escaped the pursuit of the flames, they found that the Alliance guards' sharp swords were already pointed at their noses.
"Night Elves?" Arthas looked at these Elves with some surprise. From their attire, it was clear they belonged to the Sentinel Force, but their tattered armor and weapons indicated they were remnants of the Sentinel Force defeated by Grommash.
The leading Elf among them stared at Arthas with hostile eyes, "You who collude with the orcs, we will not surrender to you!"
Under her leadership, the Elf Sentinels still tried to break through the Alliance guards' encirclement, but those who accompanied Arthas to the Orc camp were all elite soldiers, handpicked from a hundred. For a few exhausted and wounded Elves, it was simply wishful thinking.
The Sentinel Captain also knew that Arthas was not an ordinary person, otherwise, they would not have been discovered so easily and herded together. Resigned to her fate, she believed her end was near.
She and her team had been separated from the main force during their retreat, so they reached a consensus to abandon the retreat and decided to avenge their fallen comrades and Cenarius.
They followed the Orc forces to this outpost, preparing to fight to the death to kill the controlled Grommash, but due to the extremely strict guard, they couldn't find an opportunity to strike.
As a result, these Night Elves saw Humans helping the orcs and assumed they were allies, immediately developing hatred towards the Humans as well, preparing to attack Arthas and his squad.
In their eyes, Arthas had helped a blood-soaked butcher, making him an equally heinous villain. Unfortunately, before they could act, they were found by Arthas first.
Arthas naturally understood the Night Elves' curses. As the one who succeeded the Lich King on the Frozen Throne, his gaze and thoughts pierced through countless deceased souls, which included almost all races on Azeroth. He had not only gained power but also an ocean of knowledge.
Not to mention, among the Undead who pledged allegiance to him, there were originally ghosts of the orthodox Highborne from ancient times. Although Arthas had not yet organized and absorbed that ancient knowledge, learning one or two languages was simply too easy.
Now it seemed these Elves had a great "misunderstanding" about him!