Thrall's question made the archdruid and warchief turn to look at him at the same time. The young orc took a deep breath and turned back to Garrosh and shouted:

"Come here, Garrosh, it's your turn to prove Chief Grom's innocence. Come and see if this ax is the ancestral weapon of your Warsong clan!"

After hearing this, Yolin and Dranosh let go of the excited Garrosh. The young orc looked fiercely at the elves who had slandered his father. He walked to the warchief and handed the cold battle ax

Pick it up and look at it carefully.

Garrosh's fingers touched every corner of this battle axe. The carvings and decorations were almost exactly the same as the battle ax held by his father in his memory. It was as if it was carved from the same mold, but from the appearance, it was impossible to tell.

After discerning the authenticity of this weapon, under the gaze of everyone, the young orc put the weapon to his ear. After a few seconds, a trace of contempt flashed across Garrosh's face.

He threw the battle ax back at Malfurion's feet:

"The appearance is exactly the same, but it is a carefully crafted fake..."

"Oh? Then how do you prove it? Orc!"

Malfurion stared at Garrosh, who let out a sigh of relief:

"Every legendary weapon has its own soul. You should know this, Elf... When Gorehowl is held in the hands of the blood of the Hellscream family, we can clearly feel the energy it brings to our bodies.

The anger grows, and we can hear the roar of thirst for blood, which is why it is called "Blood Roar"..."

"And this weapon has no soul!"

Garrosh clenched his fists. He was finally sure that his father had not fallen into the hands of the elves. He should have suffered some accidents, but he left the battlefield safely. As long as he was still alive, there was still hope...

"That's just your opinion, orc!"

The elf general behind the archdruid said something dissatisfied, but at this moment, neither the archdruid nor the warchief answered her question. On the contrary, the two strongest men present turned their attention to

The cliff outside this forest...The roar of the endless raging river disappeared at some point...

"Something's wrong!"

The war chief subconsciously took off his Doomhammer from behind. He looked around, and a sense of crisis burst out from his heart, making him take a deep breath:

"Something's coming...it's a trap!"

Orgrim turned to stare at Malfurion:

"Elf, have you set a trap for us?"

"Buzz"

The light of transformation shone on Malfurion's body. In the blink of an eye, a huge war bear with antlers on its head and wild emblems on its body appeared in the forest, and Malfurion's roaring sound could be heard.

Come:

"It's not me...I don't need traps to deal with you...it's an enemy, maybe a demon...or something else."

"Prepare for battle!"

Mount Hyjal's defense general Miara Sunge gave an order, and hundreds of elven knights and druids immediately prepared for defense and attack. On the other side of them, the orcs also drew their weapons.

"Send a signal and ask Kilrogg to support us!"

The Great Prophet pulled out two battle axes entangled with the power of the elements from his waist. He said something to Thrall beside him, who immediately took out a communication firework. The Legion of the Bloodring Clan was stationed on the edge of the ruins of Azshara.

, the distance from here is less than 30 kilometers, and it only takes ten minutes to get there.

"Buzz"

The red signal fireworks flew out from Thrall's hand, but the moment it rose into the air, a whistling ice arrow accurately froze the fireworks in the air.

This seemed to be a signal. The next moment, a rustling sound sounded in the surrounding forest, like countless snakes crawling on the ground. The sound made everyone's scalp numb, and there was a splash of river water.

The sound intertwined with the ice is like the large glaciers of the North Sea rising into the sea.

"ah"

A lazy, hoarse woman's voice sounded in everyone's ears at the same time. Just hearing this voice can make people think of how stunningly beautiful the woman with this voice is, and how beautiful and fragrant the country is.

But only Malfurion, when he heard this sound, he couldn't help but scratch the ground under his paws. He recognized this sound and he would never forget it in his life.

"What's wrong? Is my little Malfurion scared?"

That voice was accompanied by a strange figure appearing on the edge of the battlefield, and behind that figure, Naga... Countless Nagas rushed up crazily along the frozen Nushui River and the ice bridge that went straight to the cliff.

On the battlefield, those snake-like creatures looked at the trapped coalition forces of the two races with their cold eyes, their eyes full of beating murderous intent.

"Ten thousand years ago, when you led your allies to break down the door of my palace, your expression was not the same as it is now..."

"Didn't little Tyrande come with you?"

There was a hint of ridicule and contempt in that voice:

"Her moon god told her that it's best not to go out today? Haha, that's really wise... But it doesn't matter, as long as you are in my hands, little Tyrande will always appear. I once praised her for being beautiful.

Do you know? At that time, I didn’t know that underneath that beautiful appearance, there was a heart like a poisonous snake hidden..."

"Who is that! Elf! Do you know her?"

The orcs clenched their weapons tightly. Everyone knew that the guy in front of them had bad intentions. The chief shouted loudly:

"who is she!"

Malfurion did not answer, and the voice sounded again:

"Tell him, my little Malfurion, tell him who I am..."

"You...dare to say my name? Despicable betrayer..."

"Kneel down!"
Chapter completed!