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The moment the servant uttered those words, Grom chopped off his neck with one hand, then raised Bloodhowl high.

"Soldiers, let's find that spring!!"

"oh!!!"

With their morale largely restored, the warriors of the Warsong Clan mounted their war wolves and left the stream, leaving behind a headless corpse lying silently in place.

Minutes later, thick smoke billowed from the corpse, and it silently dissolved into the earth within the smoke.

Of course, Grom and his group had no idea what was happening behind their backs. As they marched rapidly north, they realized one thing: the spring might be real!

“Look at this bear, it shouldn’t be this strong, something has caused it to grow too big.”

Grom kicked one of the bears he had killed and licked his fangs.

"This means we are getting closer to the wellspring of power, Chief."

Grom's adjutant squeezed the bear's muscles, confirming that the bear was much stronger than a normal bear.

"That's right, soon we will be able to wash away our shame with the blood of those humans."

Grom slung Gorehowl on his back and looked up at the stream. In the distance, a mountain hollow was faintly visible in the sunlight.

————————————Barren Land————————————————

"Waaah..."

Thrall, who was riding his dire wolf, suddenly covered his head.

"What's wrong, Sal?"

Jaina looked at the orc chieftain.

"The wind told me... something very bad, very bad happened to Grom..."

"A warning from the elemental spirits?"

Jaina realized the seriousness of the situation.

"Hmm... perhaps... we will have to face an outcome that none of us want to face, Jaina."

—————————————Mountain Valley————————————————

Looking at the spring water shrouded in strange green mist, Grom frowned slightly. He could sense that the power contained in the spring water was very ominous, extremely ominous.

“Something’s not right with this Fountain of Power, Chief.”

Not only Grom, but his adjutant also noticed the incongruity of the spring.

"If those humans can drink it, then we can drink it too."

Grom, still unable to figure out where this sense of disharmony came from, touched the spring water with his hand and took a small sip. Soon, he felt something long forgotten fill his soul again, and he felt he had never felt so good.

"Drink! My warriors! This is what we need! Drink it! Then take up your weapons and go back to spill human blood across the land!!"

"Oh!!"

Having received Grom's confirmation, the Warsong Clan orc warriors no longer hesitated and drank the water. As the spring water flowed into their bodies, they felt the long-lost flame within them rekindled, and they felt the bloodthirsty impulse fill their souls once more!

"kill!!!!"

The chaotic aura caused Grom to roar involuntarily, and at that moment, he heard soft clapping.

"Humans!"

Upon seeing the human paladin appear before him, Grom, completely oblivious to why he was there, wielded Gorehowl and struck him hard. With a sickening metallic snapping sound, the human paladin was reduced to two gruesome corpses.

"You...are utterly vulnerable!"

The enemy's instant death made Grom raise Bloodhowl with satisfaction, but at this moment, he noticed something was wrong—why was there no blood flowing from the corpse?

"Indeed, you are a powerful warrior, Grom Hellscream. You will soon have the honor of serving the Burning Legion once again."

A plume of black smoke gathered, and the dreadlord Banehollow appeared.

"The Burning Legion... No...!!!"

At this moment, Grom was completely unaware of what he had just drunk! It was demon blood! The demon blood that would condemn orcs to eternal damnation!

"My pets, your mission now is... to go to Ashenvale, kill every night elf you can, and turn Cenarius into a useless corpse..."

The voice of Mannoroth, the Lord of the Abyss, suddenly resounded in Grom's soul with an irresistible power. Grom wanted to resist, but found that, for some reason, apart from the burning desire for slaughter, he couldn't muster any will to resist.

So he knelt on one knee and humbly looked into the distance.

"Yes... my master..."

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"We're too late."

Looking at the camp that had been burned to the ground and littered with human corpses, Thrall squatted down next to a body that had clearly been cut in two by Gorehowl and gently turned it over.

“They…are indeed refugees who fled here with me.”

Jaina also crouched on the ground, silently examining the corpse with arcane magic, hoping to find some valuable clues.

“The elemental spirits here are in unprecedented chaos, and I cannot get any information from them.”

Thrall, attempting to communicate with the elemental spirits, wore a solemn expression.

"The power of arcane magic also interfered; there wasn't a single fragment on them that allowed me to glean information about what had happened."

“Our enemies are cautious; they haven’t left any clues that would allow us to find Grom quickly.”

Thrall, who had arranged for his orc troops to help Jaina's human forces collect the bodies of these poor souls, stopped communicating with the elemental spirits. He sensed that the elemental spirits of Stonetalon Mountains were in a state of panic.

Just as Thrall and Jaina were speechless, Thrall's mount—the huge white frostwolf Snowsong—let out a sharp howl, and then, without hesitation, it ran towards a certain place.

"Hurry! Hurry! Keep up!"

Thrall realized that Snowsong had discovered something, and took long strides to follow closely behind it. Jaina, disregarding the need to recover her strength, used a spell to buff herself before catching up with Thrall.

Soon, a large tree came into view. Under the tree, a dark shadow lay quietly. Xuege lay beside the shadow and gently licked it.

"This is!"

Sal walked up quickly and saw what the dark shadow under the tree was.

A wolf, a tall, strong wolf, but lifeless, with several fatal wounds tearing its fur, causing it to bleed almost to the point of death. Its open mouth and unseeing eyes stared at the way Sal and his companions had come, as if waiting for something.

Jaina covered her mouth. Although she had seen many wolves, this was the first time she had ever seen one this big.

Thrall sat cross-legged beside the dead wolf, clapping his hands and singing an ancient and desolate song in the Orc language. As the song rose, tiny pale blue things flew out from the dead wolf and hovered in the air.

Thrall reached out and gently touched the points of light; the shadow of a wolf flashed through the air.

"I understand. Rest in peace."

Sal withdrew his hand, and the points of light vanished like embers after burning out.

"Who is this wolf?"

Jaina, knowing that Thrall had completed the ritual, asked a question.

"This is Grom's wolf. It told me that after Grom drank something, his eyes turned red and he went berserk, attacking all the creatures around him that hadn't drunk it. It tried to stop its master, but was fatally wounded."

"Is that thing in this camp?"

Sal shook his head and pointed to the hills to the north.

"With such injuries, how did it manage to survive all the way from the mountain to here before dying?"

"Grom's wolf-like creature is as stubborn and resolute as he is."

As Thrall spoke, he began to softly invoke the power of the earth. As Thrall chanted, the soil beneath Grom's dire wolf gradually softened, slowly swallowing the indomitable wolf's body into it.

“Let’s go, Jaina, we have a lead.”

——————————————Northern Mountain Valley————————————————————

"This is it. The elemental spirits are terrified, extremely terrified. The spirits in the flowing water have even disappeared completely."

Sal leaped off Snowsong and walked to the dried-up spring, extending his fingers to carefully sense the remaining power in the soil.

"There are remnants of evil energy here, and it's very strong, extremely strong."

Jaina gripped her staff tightly; the powerful surge of evil energy made her feel almost suffocated.

"This taste brings back bad memories. In Draenor, we drank something like this... and then we completely lost our last shred of honor, turning into bloodthirsty, brutal monsters, no different from beasts."

Broxigar, who had come with Thrall, spoke in a deep voice, his words startling Thrall.

"You believe that what's here is the demon blood that Gul'dan tricked you into drinking in Draenor?"

"He doesn't need to think that this place was already filled with demon blood before it dried up..."

Tannis's voice reached Thrall's ears.

"Miss Tanya? What brings you here?"

Seeing Tannis descend from the sky in a strange machine, Thrall was slightly surprised. There was no other reason than that Tannis's logistical support capabilities were terrifying!

"There's nothing I can do. I got tricked by an old crow. The last two who wouldn't listen to advice are already gone, and I don't want to be the third."

Tanya's irritating words made Jaina and Thrall instantly realize who the "old raven" Tanya was referring to was.

"The Blood Prophet? Where is he?"

"Him... he's probably off wandering the world again... That guy clearly has the ability to solve most problems, but he insists on making us mere mortals fight... and he doesn't even pay us!"

While complaining, Tennys took out a device and started fiddling with it.

Do you know who the Blood Prophet is?

Jaina understood the meaning behind Tennys' words.

"Huh? His identity shouldn't be a top secret among the high-ranking spellcasters in Dalaran, right? Especially since your teacher is Archmage Antonidas, the leader of the Council of Six, and that iconic staff looks exactly like the Staff of Atiesh, doesn't it?"

"The Blood Prophet is Medivh? Isn't he already dead?!"

Jaina cried out in surprise. The fact that Medivh, the Last Guardian, had died in Karazhan for some reason was an open secret among mages! Therefore, even though the staff looked very distinctive, she had never made that connection.

"How many ways do you think a guy like him could possibly survive? Besides, Medivh only died from physical exorcism; resurrecting him would be incredibly easy... Karazhan has so many good things, give me a couple as a reward... Saying I can't handle the power of what's inside!... What kind of ridiculous excuse is that..."