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Chapter 376. 377. [World of Warcraft] King Saurfang's Memory
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An old orc who has lived for tens of thousands of years, how rich is his memory?

Probably it will burst the heads of ordinary people.

The amount of information pouring into the mind is huge, mixed with countless emotions.If he still had the poor intelligence of about 40 points before, his head would probably explode.Now, with an extraordinary intelligence of [-], it is easy to deal with.Nan Xiao immediately straightened out the ins and outs of the matter.

The War of Thorns, a war waged by Sylvanas Windrunner, Queen of the Forsaken.

The origin of everything lies in Icecrown Citadel.

That was the end of a war and the beginning of a tragedy.

King Saurfang personally killed his own son, Dranosh Saurfang Jr.

Of course, what he killed was a body that had turned into a death knight.Deathbringer Saurfang.He insisted that his son's spirit had returned to Nagrand and was roaming freely in the sunny wilderness.The cold and hard thing in front of me is just the body left behind by my son.

The body lay there, motionless.Although the soul passed away months ago, the body has not been able to rest until now.

Saurfang knelt down, on the cold stone ground of Icecrown Citadel, and gently hugged his son's body.

Dozens of heroes stared at him.Horde and Alliance soldiers gave way.Some people in the crowd whispered, praising the illustrious martial arts of this tribal legend.

That moment made Saurfang feel as if his glory had reached its peak.Since then, he has dreamed of his son all the time.

Every tribal warrior should regard death in battle as an honor.

Saurfang strengthened his belief even more.

As a fighter, he was never afraid to fight.He remembered the time he had slaughtered the draenei, the time he had slaughtered Stormwind.Falling into the high wall, throwing the whole city into a sea of ​​flames, and facing the tsunami-like mourning, made him feel extremely happy.

But the war ended suddenly.Peace came, much to his discomfort.

The streets and alleys of Orgrimmar smell of alcohol.Alliance spies walked in the shadows of the high walls, prying into all kinds of secrets, but his people were drunk on mead, beer, ale, wine or other wines, and they were utterly decadent.

Rusty feeling.

Saurfang felt in his heart that a war was needed.

Just then, Sylvanas Windrunner proposed to him a war.

They confer in secret in Orgrimmar's Situation Room.A detailed map of Azeroth lay on the large table in the center of the room, depicting every piece of land.Even the pandaren's drifting island is clearly drawn.The Burning Legion has been defeated, the world is more peaceful, and there is less to do.

"Time will destroy all bonds, including the bonds of defeating the Lich King and the Burning Legion side by side." Every word Sylvanas spoke was as sharp as her arrows. "Saurfang, do you think peace is still possible?" How long? Five years or 50 years?"

In the name of the soul, her eyes are as cold as ice.

Since the Burning Crusade, the Alliance and the Horde have decided to cease fighting to deal with the Lich King.Since then, the two forces have been at a stalemate.Troops from both sides are deployed all over the world, and as long as one side takes any action, it will immediately attract retaliatory counterattacks.Both sides are well aware of how high the price of a fight to the death is.It is very likely that it will cause the destruction of Azeroth.

If the decisive battle is coming sooner or later, it is better to break out early than late.When both sides have accumulated superpowers, the war will level all countries.It's better to detonate this gunpowder barrel in advance and fight the battle within the controllable range.

The war has begun.Horde troops left Orgrimmar in large numbers.

At first, the soldiers were ordered to march on Silithus.They didn't doubt this decision at all, discussing how to kill bugs in the desert.

Soon, the army crossed the barren land and arrived at Morshan Barrier.

That night, Saurfang suddenly ordered: the army turned to Ashenvale.He stood up and climbed onto the roof so that all the soldiers could see him. "Horde soldiers, listen to me!" he growled.

The army stopped immediately and became completely silent in an instant.

"We're not going to Silithus. We didn't intend to go to Silithus in the first place. We're on a mission with a clear goal: we're going to conquer Darnassus, the capital city of the Kaldorei. The Alliance didn't know we would Come on. They're not prepared to deal with our onslaught either. The first wave of attacks is over, and the night elves' scouts in Ashenvale are in disarray. They won't surrender easily, they will fight back in desperation. But they can't stop the Horde! "

Saurfang raised his ax and roared.The soldiers also raised their weapons in response, setting off waves of noise.

"Lok-Tar Ogar! Glory or Death! For the Horde!"

"For the tribe!"

The Horde army easily took the night elf outpost in Ashenvale, and followed the road, all the way to the Fren River.The night elves steadfastly guarded the Flen River, laying down a dense line of defense.So Saurfang ordered his troops to pass through the relatively narrow upper reaches, and detoured to flank Astlanar.

It was an important night elf stronghold.Located on an island in the middle of a lake.It is surrounded by water, and only two straight bridges facing each other can pass through.The Forsaken released their poisonous gas and despicably killed all the night elves stationed in the fortress.

Saurfang ordered to move on.He knew that such despicable tactics would definitely lead to retaliation.Then came revenge.

"Valar Morghulis." He whispered the words a traveler taught him long ago.

It is said that this is a prayer about life that can comfort the dead and eliminate the suffering they suffered before the end of their lives.

Next, the tribe's army encountered various surprise attacks.

Every corpse is a horror story.The terror of the dead remains in the bloodstained footprints.Holes and blood stains left in the soil clearly showed how the infantrymen were strangled by the sudden burst of vines, or were executed while being strangled.

Many night elves are druids and mages.They hid in the dark forest, quietly waiting for the tribal army to pass by.Then arrows and magic were suddenly released.Killed dozens of tribal soldiers in one breath, and then left in an instant.

War has lost its purpose.It is no longer about winning, but about venting anger.

The Horde and the Alliance tortured and killed each other's captives, and their hatred grew deeper and deeper.

The night elves fought desperately.They no longer wanted to resist the tribe's attack, they just wanted to kill more tribe soldiers.

After taking Ashenvale, Saurfang immediately sent his army into Darkshore as planned.

After a brutal forest attack and defense battle, the army finally arrived at the seaside.

Opposite is the main city of elves.Bathed in moonlight, Teldrassil looked like a tower.

Saurfang waited silently for the order.According to the original plan, Darnassus would fall into the hands of the Horde.Horde warships will spread out from it as a supply center, preventing the Alliance from taking Azerite from the fissures left by the Burning Legion.That is an important military material that can make powerful siege weapons.

However, a small night elf scout changed the direction of the entire world.

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(End of this chapter)