In fact, during the meeting at Evernight Harbor in Moonlight Grove, not only Cenarius felt that something was wrong, but Grom Hellscream, who was an important part of "tactical deterrence", also felt that something was wrong with him.

There is something wrong with the status of the meeting.

He knows he gets angry easily.

He has been like this since he was a child, inheriting the good bloodline of the Hellscream family, which makes him strong and strong since he was a child, and he has an excellent sense of anger.

He has been familiar with and controlling this feeling for most of his life. In thousands of fights, Grom has become one with his anger.

Other warriors need long-term training to master the power of anger to fight, but a genius like Grom only needs to call, and a steady stream of anger will respond to him without reservation.

For a warrior whose all combat skills are based on anger, Grom has a gift from heaven.

It seems that he was destined to be a warrior hero who will go down in history from the moment he was born.

But even though Grom has experienced countless battles, he has never had such a bizarre experience as today.

When he saw Cenarius, the king of the forest, he had a very strange feeling in his heart, as if he was seeing a destined natural enemy...

Well, it doesn't feel like a natural enemy, it feels like a destined opponent.

His anger rarely showed signs of getting out of control.

It was as if he was urging him to complete something he had to accomplish, as if the big, beautiful and majestic half-deer man with antlers in front of him exuded a smell that made him hate it.

That kind of disgust quickly turned into murderous intent, and he had to die in his own hands in order to achieve a strange "perfection"!

Grom's breathing was heavy as a result, and his eyes were ignited with anger. Now there was only a dancing spark, but at any time it could ignite a prairie fire into a flame that would consume everything.

He knew that his current state was a bit abnormal.

If you leave others alone, you should suppress your sudden murderous intention.

But how could Grom be an ordinary person? He felt that this seemed good, after all, the half-deer man in front of him looked very powerful.

perhaps...

Can it be cut for a long time?

"Hey, be normal!"

Just when the anger in his body began to rise to the point of starting a prairie fire, the scolding from behind was like a cold sword, suddenly piercing into his already heated thoughts.

But this alone can't calm him down.

The Saurfang brothers held Grom's hands on the left and right, and Drek'Thar also cast a calming spell on him. This four-pronged approach allowed Grom to wake up.

The chief of the Warsong clan was also stunned for a moment.

It's obviously a guy I've never seen before, so how could there be so much disgust and hostility?

After waking up, he glanced at his hands holding the ax in confusion, then glanced at the half-deer man Cenarius in front of him, and cursed in the orcish language in a low voice.

The general meaning is that this monster must have looked so weird that it made him feel uncontrollable murderous intent.

This situation just now shocked Lao Niu.

He really came to Cenarius to reason, but if no one stopped Grom's mutation, something terrible would definitely happen.

Fortunately, the timely intervention of others eliminated the storm. Blake came from behind and patted Lao Niu on the shoulder, indicating that there was no problem and he could talk freely.

But the stinky pirate was also shouting in his heart that it was really exciting.

He felt clearly just now that Grom's murderous intent was about to solidify, and Cenarius clearly felt this surge of malice.

The king of the forest is also on guard.

"The power of fate is really terrifying. Natural enemies are indeed attracted to each other. Even if they have never crossed paths, they will still draw their swords against each other based on instinct when they first meet."

Blake complained in his heart:

"I almost witnessed the first death of Cenarius with my own eyes... To be honest, if I can be cruel, the world will definitely be in chaos in Evernight Port."

"Just Grom?"

Xal'atath whispered:

"I admit that he is very powerful, but compared to Cenarius, he is still a lot worse, right?

Without the druids who were summoned, Grom and the King of the Forest were left to fight. The final result would most likely be that Cenarius was injured and Grom died.

If the other three orc legends had helped him, the outcome might have been different.

After all, these greenskins who fight with anger can really create small miracles."

"Do you think they will stand by and watch if there is a fight? Will I allow them to stand by and watch?"

Blake's tone was strange and he laughed in his heart.

explain:

"But there's no point in discussing this now.

The druids are eyeing Grom, and their attention will inevitably be attracted by this guy. They will pay attention to him to prevent the king of the forest from being in danger.

The attention of Moonglade has been diverted, which is enough to facilitate our actions.

Isn't that why you brought him here?

The plan works!"

The pirate had a smile on his face. He pushed the old bull. Kane, who was wearing the traditional tauren armor, took a step forward with the totem on his back. This armor was the one passed down by his ancestors.

It was redeemed from the goblins before.

After wearing it, judging from the aesthetics of a tauren, it is indeed a dignified appearance. The eagle feather clan hat on the head and the Kodo bone horn on the waist also add a touch of majesty to the old ox.

He looked at the king of the forest in front of him. The latter was not very tall. As a demigod of nature, he could shrink or enlarge his body. Now Cenarius, like his son Remulos, remained at three meters tall.

form.

But his antlers are particularly huge, piercing the sky on both sides, like swords standing upright. They are elegant in shape and majestic in curvature. They are probably the most beautiful and prominent antlers that can be produced in the entire nature.

This decoration makes Cenarius look much taller than he actually is.

This demigod, the source of natural magic for all druids, has an upper body like a majestic night elf, while his lower body maintains the appearance of a jungle stag, with long hair like green moss hanging down to his shoulders.

His hair and beard are covered with green leaves and growing twigs, his muscles are strong and toned, and every move is as stunning as a sculpture.

There is always a green stream of light next to his body, shaping the entanglement of leaves and wind.

Those are not entities, but manifestations of natural forces. Flowers will bloom on the path Cenarius walks, which are also external manifestations of majestic vitality.

It is worth mentioning that his eyeballs are golden, as if he has restrained power.

This gives him a special majestic temperament when he looks at other people.

In general, Cenarius is not a demigod that can make people fear or hate him. His unique temperament can easily make people who meet him for the first time have a favorable impression of him.

After all, no creature of order would hate nature for no reason, and in the natural camp, Cenarius, the king of the forest, is the embodiment of this order.

When he saw Kane approaching, the King of the Forest walked forward without much hesitation.

The archdruids beside him hesitated and wanted to follow, but were stopped by Cenarius' eyes. The king of the forest seemed sure that the tauren in front of him would not hurt him.

"Dear King of the Forest..."

As soon as Lao Niu started, he was interrupted by Cenarius. The natural demigod said in his majestic tone:

"Call me Cenarius, Cairn Bloodhoof of the Bloodhoof clan. I have heard everything that happened in Desolace from my son who made a great mistake.

I know why you are here, and I am ready."

Under the gaze of a group of archdruids, orcs, and stinky pirates outside Evernight Harbor, the King of the Forest did not try to hide himself. He clearly stated his mistake in a low tone.

He looked at Kane with his golden eyes and said in a sincere tone that was unbecoming of a demigod:

"I...have always known about the existence of centaurs. In fact, when the life force of Desolation was extracted, I realized the relationship between centaurs and me.

At that time, I thought that my child did wrong things because of his rebellion, but I never expected that he would fall in love with an earth princess.

I didn't even have time to warn him about the consequences of the hasty combination of natural and elemental forces.

Their souls are inherently imperfect.

That is due to the wrong combination of nature and elements. Their problem is more serious than you think. Centaurs are beings cursed by nature and the earth.

They should never have been born."

"You knew it all along? Then why did you... pretend you didn't see it!"

Upon hearing this, Kane looked uncomfortable.

Lao Niu was suppressing the anger rising in his heart, but in the next moment, Cenarius raised his hand and placed it on Lao Niu's shoulder. The surge of natural power made the anger in Kane's heart subside slightly.

This is not for control, but for Kane to calm down and listen to his next words.

"I had contact with centaurs hundreds of years ago."

Cenarius whispered:

"I also kept the pain of losing my child, I also tried to find my child Zaltar, and I also wanted to cure the flaw in the centaur's soul.

But I can't do it.
To be continued...