Sal was very worried.
He did not know if he had made the right decision by asking Jaina to come.
It was not a good thing for a young leader to show his weakness to an alliance that was once an enemy.
Wojin gave Sal determination. "We have no choice. If the other party can easily destroy such a powerful clan in the Horde, they have the ability to destroy all of us, even Theramore's Alliance Advance Force."
The weak had to stick together!
This was an unchanging law.
After seeing Jaina, Sal's first words were, "The Warsong Clan of the Horde is in a place called Gray Valley 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 Portal, Jaina had been trained by someone who had thrown her into the Tirisfal Woodlands in a world of ice and snow. Jaina was very clear about how powerful the twenty thousand Warsong Tribe beastmen were.
But the change in her eyes in the next moment betrayed her inner thoughts.
Sal suddenly lost his voice. "You know what's in Gray Valley!?"
Damn it!
This Orc is too smart, and his intuition is too amazing!
Jaina spat disdainfully in her heart, but she could not show it. If she guessed correctly, this might be the opportunity that Duque had been waiting for.
"Maybe I know!"
"If you can, for the sake of the new common threat, please tell us."
Jaina took a deep breath. "Do you know the High Elves?"
Sal nodded. "I've heard of them from the former chief Orgrim, and I've occasionally seen a few of them in Lordaeron."
"Then do you know that the High Elves were actually exiled by their compatriots thousands of years ago, then crossed the Endless Sea to reach the Eastern Kingdom, and finally established their own kingdom in the northernmost part of the continent?"
"You mean …"
"The Night Elves — this is a tribe that only exists in the ancient legends of the High Elves. Even the High Elves themselves have not seen them for at least 7,000 years. In the entire Alliance, we are not even sure if they still exist in the world. But if there is a force in the north of Kalimdor that can annihilate more than 30,000 Orc elites in one go, I can only think of the Night Elves. "
Sal anxiously asked, "What are the characteristics of the Night Elves that you know?"
Jaina glanced at Wojin, who was not far from Thrall. "Legend has it that the ancestors of the Night Elves were also trolls, so their characteristics should be more similar to forest trolls. However, when the Night Elves exiled the High Elves, the Night Elves were ruled by druids who advocated nature."
"Oh no!" Thrall's face turned pale. "I sent the Warsong Clan to Gray Valley to cut down trees …"
If you don't court death, you'll die!
There really was no limit to courting death!
Duque only revealed the knowledge that Jaina needed, so Jaina couldn't know more.
It was enough to tell the tribe that they had provoked an ancient and powerful race.
Jaina still remembered what Duque said to her before he left, "The Night Elves should exist. However, they were a race even more stubborn than the High Elves. They needed an opportunity to break through their self-imposed blockade. Don't worry, we don't need to do anything. According to the characteristics of the tribe, they will definitely clash. "
"Which of the High Elves are the Night Elves more inclined toward?"
"The Rangers. However, their love for the forest is more extreme! "
Back to the present.
After hearing Thrall say that he had sent the Warsong Clan to Gray Valley to cut down trees, Jaina really laughed out loud.
The Night Elves loved nature and regarded the forest as their life. If they met a tribe that insisted on cutting down trees to build houses, it would really be laughable.
As Jaina expected, the Warsong Clan was in huge trouble.
Everything was fine at first. After entering Gray Valley, Warsong first carefully cut down trees on the periphery. However, Grom soon found that the trees on the periphery of the forest did not meet the requirements. They were too young.
In a great city, the taller the better, the thicker the better, the stronger the giant wood.
Without finding any danger, Grom waved his hand and divided the clan into four groups of five thousand people. They surrounded the woodcutters and set off into the depths of the forest.
After two days in the forest, they found the giant trees they wanted. However, in less than an hour, a nightmare came.
It was a silent, swift arrow from the darkness of the forest.
It was as dense as heavy rain, but as accurate as a poisonous snake.
They aimed at the vulnerable eyeballs and unprotected throats of the Orcs.
The warriors of the tribe were never afraid of arrows from the front. Even when facing a dense array of arrows from the humans, they were confident that after a certain amount of sacrifice, they would be able to pull the battle into close combat.
Not this time.
The mysterious enemy used the essence of guerrilla warfare to the extreme. They attacked and ran, and all of them were killed in one shot.
Before the Orcs could rush over, the enemy would disappear into the forest like a ghost.
Most of the time, entire squads would perish in battle without a sound or a trace.
In just half a day, the Warsong Clan was forced into a desperate situation. More than ten thousand Warsong Warriors had fallen in the forest, and the five thousand woodcutters were almost completely wiped out.
Grom tried to lead his people out of this desperate situation, but the enemy was still relentless in their pursuit. Any shouts would be met with silence from the other side, replying with even sharper arrows.
Grom despaired until he smelled a familiar scent — the scent of demon blood.
Why would there be demon blood in the forest that he had not seen for twenty years?
Grom's first thought was that this was a demon's plot!
But did he have a choice?
Drink!
Perhaps he and his people still had a way out!
Not drinking!
It was total annihilation!
Grom Hell roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Since … you want me to die! Then I'll kill you first — "
Grom led his clansmen and drank the Devil's Blood without hesitation.
The earth-shattering roar echoed in the forest that had been silent for nearly ten thousand years in Gray Valley.
The Night Elves besieging the Orcs would never have imagined that the green-skinned creatures would suddenly become many times stronger in just an hour.
What used to be a vital point was no longer a vital point.
The throat that could be pierced with one arrow seemed to be covered by a thick layer of rhinoceros skin.
The arrows that were shot at the eyeballs were all deflected away by the orcs' movements and reactions, which were much faster than the orcs'.
The Fallen Orcs' speed, strength, and agility far surpassed the Night Elves. They caught up to the Night Elves and killed them one by one. They cruelly dismembered their corpses and even chewed on their flesh.
Finally, Grom saw the enemy's main character appear.
It was a mysterious male with an elf's upper body and a stag's lower body!
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