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"Have those cowards finally dared to emerge from their fortified city?"
On the battlefield, Grommash smiled grimly as he watched the human army across from him. He hadn't expected that even after rushing back from Silvermoon Forest, he would be able to witness such a good opportunity!
He only felt that his whole body of fighting spirit was burning.
This will be the beginning of a bountiful harvest!
The Warsong Clan's totem will store even more energy in this war! For the Warsong Clan, the only thing they care about now is more battles and wars of a larger scale!
After the orcs were unified, the first clan that the belligerent orcs chose to join was the Warsong Clan, which had war fanaticism as its totem.
With the blessing of the totem's power, their strength will be greatly improved, and whether it is attack, defense, healing, energy resistance, etc., it will be improved in almost all aspects. As long as you are still fighting, as long as your fighting spirit is not extinguished, you can feel the power surging in your body.
For the warlike orcs, the feeling was so wonderful that it was addictive.
The orcs of the Warsong Clan, along with their various subordinate clans, have become the largest clan group in the New Orcish Horde. They are also the vanguard and backbone of every war.
"You have to be careful. We have been secretly engaging in small-scale conflicts with them for some time. They know very well that if we are outnumbered, their soldiers will not be a match for our orc warriors.
"But this time they dared to come out and deploy their forces, to start a war. They must have other means." Durotan warned Grommash, who, sensing the rising fire of battle that made him uncomfortable, warned him.
"What's the problem?" Grommash ignored Durotan's warning, anticipating the start of the war. "All plots and schemes are but a joke before overwhelming might. The Warsong will crush those humans and seize their city. The orcs will establish a stronghold on this new planet."
Exploding gales and crackling flames fell from the walls of Stratholme towards the orc camp. The surging and powerful magic even stained the air with a certain solemn heaviness and oppression.
The orcs in the orc camp also gave the same response under the leadership of Ner'zhul.
Wind, fire, thunder and earth.
The power that was like a natural disaster, after engulfing those magics, began to vent in this battlefield.
The first to bear the brunt are the soldiers of the human camp.
The sky was covered with dark clouds, and thunder appeared and disappeared in the clouds. Two huge earth elemental giants rose from the ground and were as tall as the city walls.
Grand Magister Luo Bihua led the court mages of Lordaeron in chanting spells, using natural magic to soothe the violent elements around them, calming them down.
Magic is magic.
Soldier against soldier.
The confrontation between the shamans and the mages was like the clarion call of war. Grommash took the lead and rushed towards the opposite side with his men.
The tall orcs and fully armed humans were like two rushing torrents. At a certain moment, they collided with each other and began to engulf and merge.
The human generals were Tirion and other disciples of Alonsus Faol. Tirion, who was covered in holy light and rushed to the front, was like a large light bulb in the dim and gloomy sky, and immediately attracted Grommash's attention.
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Orc camp.
Uther studied the totem pole that bound him, and his initial curiosity and interest had evolved into a kind of obsession in a short period of time.
The loneliness of being ignored and the uneasiness of being trapped in the enemy camp made him feel extremely insecure and eager to increase his strength.
If it was a force like evil energy or shadow, he might be able to stick to his heart, but facing the holy light of faith, he fell into it with almost no resistance.
He discovered that this totem pillar was an incomparable treasure for those who believed in the Holy Light. It contained a lot of knowledge about the Holy Light and the techniques for its use.
These knowledge and skills opened an unprecedented door for Uther, which seemed to be in response to the call of his heart.
He absorbed the knowledge so eagerly and infatuatedly that he even forgot for a moment the danger of his place and his desire to find a way to escape.
leave?
This option no longer existed in Uther's mind. He simply studied day and night, and based on this knowledge, he materialized some of his thoughts and ideas about the Holy Light.
His unique talent in the Holy Light made him realize that the Holy Light can not only be used to soothe people's hearts and heal their pain, but it can also serve as a powerful force to protect his companions from wind and rain on the battlefield and become an indestructible shield.
Although he had a vague idea in mind and had experimented with enchanting weapons, it was clear that his techniques were crude and unsystematic. They were simply a crude and superficial use of Holy Light.
Even in terms of skill, he couldn't even match Durotan, who clearly wasn't primarily Light-based. His Light was clearly purer and more powerful at the time, but it couldn't give him an advantage in the clash of Lights.
But after gaining this knowledge, Uther no longer felt the confusion that the pioneers had when they couldn't tell the direction.
whoosh!
A magical arrow punctured the storm in Uther's mind. A sense of danger surged within him, causing him to nimbly roll across the ground to dodge the attack.
However, the arrow did not hit the place where he was before, but deviated a little. Even if he did not dodge, the arrow would not hit him.
"It seems you're doing well here." A cold female voice caught Uther's ear. He looked up at the source of the voice and saw three tall, slender figures slowly emerge from the air. Their pointed ears and different skin color from humans announced their identities.
Elf!
Elves of Quel'Thalas.
As a disciple of Alonsus and a general of Lordaeron, Uther naturally knew about the elves.
"Are you elves from Quel'Thalas? How did you get in?" Uther looked at the elven sisters who just walked in. Their faces were a little confused, as if they had not yet woken up from their immersion in knowledge.
Even though his mind was still a little unclear at this moment, he remembered that there were four walls of holy light around him. How could they just walk in like that?
Could it be that the Wall of Holy Light also differentiates between people?
"What nonsense are you talking about? Of course I sneaked in this way." Sylvanas snorted and used her power to remove the shackles from Uther. For her, an elven ranger, this was not difficult.
"Your teacher is very worried about you. He has sent at least three waves of assassins and scouts to inquire about you during this period." Alleria Windrunner said.
Before coming, they had confirmed Uther's information and portrait from Alonsus, so even though they had never seen Uther before, they could still recognize him at a glance with the help of the magic portrait.
Uther's mind suddenly became clear when he heard this. His mind, which had been immersed in the ocean of knowledge and forgetting to eat and sleep, suddenly became connected to the external network and realized the memories he had forgotten before.
For example, your own situation?
He even found it hard to believe that, apart from the first two days, he had not even thought of escaping during the rest of the time.
If the three elf sisters had not come to him, he would not have thought of leaving even if he was not in shackles.
It seemed that all memories other than the Holy Light, such as escape, teacher, and Lordaeron, were forcibly blocked by some force.
"We should go. They can't delay us much longer. Besides, if we go back soon, we might be able to help a little," Alleria said, referring to the war between the orcs and Stratholme outside.
It was precisely because they had diverted the full attention of the orc elites that they were able to sneak in so smoothly.
Fortunately, there weren't many orcs left in the camp where Uther was imprisoned. According to the unfortunate orc they had subdued, this was the territory of the Frostwolf Clan. And the Frostwolf Clan was one of the clans participating in the war today.
"Why don't we explore deeper? If we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult for us to sneak in next time." Sylvanas looked in a certain direction of the camp, her face eager to try.
"No, my intuition tells me that it's very dangerous there! The elements are also warning me. It's not a place we can explore for the time being. We just need to rescue Uther and then pass on the information we have discovered smoothly." As the eldest sister, Alleria shook her head to reject her sister's proposal and gave her a warning look.
"Wait a minute!" Before leaving, Uther suddenly climbed up the totem pole with agility. Under the astonished eyes of the three sisters, he pulled out a necklace-like cross from the six-winged statue above the totem pole.
Uther had already noticed this cross. It might be a powerful piece of Holy Light equipment! Or perhaps it itself is the condensation of Holy Light!
Since he was leaving, he wanted to take it with him. He would not ignore this piece of equipment that was within his reach just for some trivial reason.
Of course, he was also mentally prepared for some unexpected events and changes after taking the equipment, and the situation would become worse. So as soon as he landed, he immediately gestured to the three sisters to run.
The three sisters took Uther back into stealth mode and followed the same path they came from, avoiding the orcs as they sneaked out.
During this time, the eldest sister Aurelia vaguely felt a gaze on her, but when she looked back, she saw nothing but emptiness.
But her heart couldn't help but tense up. It wasn't until they successfully left the orc camp and returned to the human camp that she finally relaxed. She also felt that the gaze had disappeared.
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Orc camp.
Center.
"Are we really going to let them leave like this, Lord High Priest?" An orc shaman who was responsible for using elements to monitor the entire camp asked Held.
"It doesn't matter. Losing is for gaining. Just think of it as a small amount of interest paid for future gains." Held withdrew his gaze, unconcerned about Uther's departure. Or perhaps his departure was part of her plan.
"But he took away the Holy Cross!" The Orc Shaman was a little dissatisfied. That was a piece of Holy Light equipment so powerful that it could be called a divine artifact. Although he was not practicing Holy Light energy, it did not mean that he was indifferent to the loss of a divine artifact.
"It's just a fragment of the Holy Light Naaru. He needs it, and we need him to need it too." Held lowered his eyelids.
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The war between orcs and humans lasted a whole day, and both sides withdrew their troops when night fell.
Only after everything was arranged did Archbishop Alonsus and Luo Bihua finally meet Uther in the Cathedral of Light in Stratholme.
After a brief greeting, Alonsus and the others calmed down and listened to the information that Uther and the three elven sisters had obtained from the orc camp.
"It's indeed from outside the domain." After listening to the reports from the four people, the mood of the great magician Luo Bihua suddenly became heavy.
Foreign invasion.
This was a catastrophe that terrified every race on the planet. The last two invasions by Outlander, one by the Burning Legion led by the Dark Titan, had split the planet's landmass into several pieces, and the once-powerful elves had suffered heavy losses.
The hidden dangers it created ten thousand years ago have yet to be completely resolved. The Burning Legion, in particular, is constantly on guard outside the planet's barrier, plotting its next invasion.
The space became fragile because of that incident, and demons from the void would sneak in from time to time, forcing the human elves to arrange guardians to eliminate them.
The second time was the Tyrannosaurus King Bakar. No one knew where he came from, but the guardian dragons, elves and other long-lived species knew very well that the Tyrannosaurus King was not a native of this planet.
He built a powerful empire almost through violence, and even almost unified various ethnic groups and made them servants and slaves.
Unfortunately, the desperate resistance of various races made his rule shaky and ultimately failed. With his sealing, the once prosperous Dragon Empire also vanished.
Will the third time bring catastrophic changes to this planet and all the races living on it like the previous two times?
Especially this time, it sounded as if the cause was because their elves exiled an evil dragon to the outer realm of the void.
The orcs' homeland had been plagued by the evil dragon for millennia, and eventually the entire planet was inevitably polluted.
Luo Bihua shook his head. This information was very important and he had to pass it back immediately. His Majesty Anasterian of Quel'Thalas was still waiting for his news.
In the following time, everything seemed to have returned to its previous state. The orcs were busy dispersing in all directions, and Stratholme was also replenishing and gathering more strength.
Just as the soldiers lost in the previous war were replenished, Alonsus in the church heard bad news that made him shudder.
An unknown plague broke out in the city of Stratholme.