Alsace told all the information straightforwardly.

Although he was still obeying the orders of Tichondrius and the Burning Legion in name, he had actually begun to make small moves in private, waiting for Archimonde to suffer an unprecedented defeat in this world.

In this way, the Lich King Ner'zhul can take the opportunity to escape from the Legion's control and regain his freedom.

"You want me to get the Skull of Gul'dan? Why? Aren't you serving the Legion?"

Illidan was obviously a very suspicious person and did not fully believe what the other party said.

"The reason is simple.

My master and I can benefit from the defeat of the Burning Legion.

So although we are still enemies on the surface, we can become allies in private.

The most important thing is that the master has predicted everything and knows that you have been pursuing great power throughout your life.

And the power of the Skull of Gul'dan can help you reach the next level.

As long as you get it, you can gain the power to defeat Tichondrius easily.

Anyway, that’s all.

It’s up to you whether you want to obey or not.”

After saying this, Alsace immediately turned his horse's head and galloped quickly, disappearing without a trace in about ten seconds.

"Skull of Gul'dan..."

Illidan silently recited the name of this artifact, and two green lights flashed on his eyepatch.

…

At the same time, Grom Hellscream and the Warsong clan led by him also entered Felwood.

Since he had already witnessed the shattering scene in the world of Draenor, especially the torn apart land of Shadowmoon Valley, he did not show any overly nervous and excited emotions. Instead, he was satisfied by hunting demons in this land.

The entire clan has a strong bloodlust.

Not only that!

This group of blood orcs also seized a fortress built by a satyr as a temporary base.

Although he was confused by his master's order to come to this place to join a night elf named Illidan Stormrage, Grom still chose to obey.

Because he has no choice or bargaining room at all.

"Chief, our scouts discovered a night elf army."

A Wolf Cavalry captain walked straight in from the outside and loudly reported the situation.

"Oh? How many are there?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Grom raised his head with a terrifying light in his eyes.

The cavalry captain replied without thinking: "At least eight thousand people. It seems that they are here to solve the problem of pollution in Felwood. I think Illidan Stormrage must be among them."

"Very good! Keep an eye on them. Don't let Illidan Stormrage escape no matter what. In addition, I also want to see what this guy who is valued by the master is really capable of."

When he said these words, Grom's tone revealed a strong sense of provocation, and he obviously planned to try the Demon Hunter's skills himself.

After all, even with Zuo Si's orders, he would not surrender to a weak person easily.

"Understood. But what about Tichondrius? This nasty Dreadlord is constantly eroding the earth with the help of the Skull of Gul'dan. It won't be long before the entire forest will wither and die."

The cavalry captain's face was obviously worried.

After all, they do not have a stable source of food. If all the fresh life in this land dies, they will easily fall into madness because they cannot drink enough blood.

"The master said that we don't need to worry about this matter. We can just wait and watch the show."

Grom impatiently waved his hand to signal the cavalry captain to retreat.

After the latter had completely gone away, he stood up and bowed respectfully to a mirror he carried with him.

Through the dim light in the fortress, one could vaguely see Zuo Si himself on the other side of the mirror.

At this moment, he has apparently returned to the Eastern Kingdom and is helping the Alliance crush the dual invasions of the Burning Legion and the Scourge.

"Master, it seems that we have found Illidan Stormrage. What should we do next?"

Grom Hellscream asked respectfully.

"Oh? Illidan was released so soon?"

Zuo Si touched his chin with a thoughtful expression, and then quickly ordered: "You continue to stay there, wait until he is exiled by Malfurion and Tyrande, then show up to show your kindness, and then take the initiative to join

Be one of the first followers. Remember, neither too early nor too late, I don’t want to see another conflict between you and the night elves.”

"As you wish.

But Master, there is a question that always bothers me.

Why didn't I just take the mandatory steps and turn the entire tribe into blood orcs or blood trolls?

That way, you now have an invincible army.

In addition, what is so special about this Illidan that it deserves your attention so much."

Grom asked cautiously, and his humble and cautious attitude was enough to shock and disbelief everyone who had seen his usual bloodthirsty and violent appearance.

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask. Just play your role well. Remember, the day when Archimonde will launch a general attack on Mount Hyjal is coming soon. Don't make any mistakes at this time."

As the last word blurted out, Zuo Si took the initiative to cut off contact with the Warsong clan and continued to observe the tribes settled in Azshara through the crystal ball, especially the changes in Thrall in recent times.

With the changes in physiological structure and strong bloodthirsty impulse, this "World Shaman" seems to have lost his original strong affinity to elements, and his various natural magic abilities are becoming weaker and weaker.

But in its place are powerful psychic spells and blood magic.

Obviously, he is gradually developing in the direction that he hates and despises the most, just like the Shadow Council Warlocks who used to rule the old tribe.

And just as Zuo Si expected, Thrall couldn't help but transform all his cronies into blood orcs like himself, and used this as a basis to control the army and build new institutions and systems.

It is precisely because of these powerful blood orcs that they did not suffer too much loss in the battle with Naga.

But the problem is that the reason why Thrall became the warchief lies in his unique identity as a spiritual leader as a shaman.

When the power of the elements gradually disappeared and could no longer bless the weapons of the warriors and treat the wounded, Thrall could not imagine that he could still win the support of the clan chiefs.

What's even worse is that even the power of the Doomhammer has begun to plummet, even repelling this deviant user.

There are more and more signs that the troubles after losing the identity of shaman will be beyond imagination.

"Etrigg, according to the spies' reports, those demons are heading in the direction of Mount Hyjal, as are the human and tauren coalition forces. Which side do you think we should join this time? Or should we continue to remain neutral and wait for the best opportunity?

?”

Sal held his forehead and seemed a little exhausted.

He has obviously been under too much pressure lately, so much so that he has trouble sleeping almost every night.

But what Thrall didn't know was that the compatriot who had sucked all the blood out of his body and died when he had just completed his transformation had now been fully resurrected as an undead and was still under Zuo Si's control.

Once this matter is exposed, the angry orcs will attack in groups.

When the time comes, he will change from a hero to a street rat in a matter of minutes.

Eitrigg smiled bitterly and replied: "I can't give you any good advice now.

After all, Grom and his Warsong clan are still alive.

A fierce conflict or even war may break out with the night elves at any time.

With them around, it is really difficult to change the world's inherent impression of us.

However, my personal preference is to join the coalition.

The Burning Legion is so powerful that they don't care about our life or death.

If you take refuge with them, you will most likely be consumed as cannon fodder.

In contrast, although we once had a war with humans, they did not exterminate us after winning the victory. Instead, they built shelters to feed us.

This alone is enough to prove that they are much stronger than the demons.

So if you want to join the exhibition, the coalition is the only option."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "But what if the man who is hostile to the orcs does not allow us to join?"

Sal asked the most crucial question.

Eitrigg explained patiently: "Whether he allows it or not, we must reach reconciliation with as many races as possible through practical actions. Whether it is an apology or compensation, we must clearly express our attitude and position.

Only by reducing the hostility of the other side can we get a chance to breathe after the war."

"You mean...bypass him and directly contact the night elves and explain the situation?"

Thrall's eyes shone slightly, obviously realizing the brilliance of this strategy.

"That's right. Obtaining the night elves' forgiveness is the only viable step for us at the moment. I can go and contact them as a messenger to see how they will react."

Eitrigg volunteered to take on this dangerous task.

After all, the Grom Territory Roar and Warsong clan had just recently beheaded their most important ally and mentor, Cenarius, and also burned down the forest and killed a large number of wild animals. The blood feud was not deep enough.
To be continued...