Age of Terror (Part Two) - Thanks for the Tips

Throughout Broxigar's long history of conquering the heavens, he has witnessed countless low-level civilizations, the strongest of which were utterly defeated by the weakest of the Legions —a vast chasm between two civilizations.

But I never imagined I'd be the one getting utterly thrashed.

With one punch, Broxigar was sent flying, and the little Elf girl cried even louder.

Broxigar hung upside down from a large tree, staring at his deeply sunken chest with disbelief.

Just then, something even more frightening happened: two Night Elf boys appeared. Broxigar couldn't guess the Elves ' true age, Broxigar judging from their physique, they should be similar to human boys of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Aixi, what happened?"

A boy in green leather armor jumped out and looked at the Orcs in the tree.

"A green-skinned monster with strange fangs, could it be some kind of wild beast?" The boy looked at Broxigar with a puzzled expression, as if he were examining a kitten or puppy, which made Broxigar feel ashamed.

He was Veteran of the Burning Legion.

Although his past experiences were largely exaggerated—for example, he never told other Orcs that his duty in the Burning Legion was to clean up the excrement of the two-headed Felhound, and that he was not an elite soldier of the Legion at all—he did not mention it.

However, Broxigar had seen real battle before, and the Elf boy's contempt enraged him.

"For glory."

Broxigar raised his Battle Axe high and swung it at the Elf boy in leather armor.

He was then knocked to the ground, Elf boy stepped on his head, playing with Broxigar's Battle Axe.

Broxigar's bones were almost all broken, and he lay on the ground, barely alive. He possessed Fel energy, which allowed him to recover from these injuries, but it would take time.

"Ryze, do you know what kind of creature this is?" the boy in leather armor asked loudly.

Dressed in a grey robe, the Elf boy, resembling a scholar, stepped forward. With a gentle flick of his hand, sturdy vines bound Broxigar tightly, suspending him upside down from the tree.

He then took the Battle Axe from the leather-armored boy, examined it carefully, and said strangely:

"Intelligent beings with language and writing, and capable of manufacturing weapons, mean that such a species has a complete social division of labor, although it is very primitive. Strange, why have I never heard of such a species?"

Broxigar chuckled inwardly. There were no Orcs in Azeroth at this time. You could defeat me, but you could never guess my identity.

"He has Fel energy within him, could he be Demons from the Legion?" the leather-armored boy asked.

"Garen, you must understand, not everyone who possesses Fel is part of the Burning Legion." The boy named Ryze pondered for a moment before saying, "It seems we'll have to consult the Queen Azshara's Book."

"The Queen Azshara's Book?"

Broxigar immediately perked up his ears; this was the purpose of his trip. Was his luck exceptionally good?

But how can we defeat these three Elf cubs?

A ball of light appeared in the hand of the Elf boy named Ryze, transforming into the shape of a magic book.

Broxigar sighed; he recognized it as projection magic, the real spellbook wasn't here.

The Elf boy flipped through the magic book at lightning speed, his reading pace almost overwhelming. Finally, he stopped on a certain page, pointed to a passage, and said:

"There is a planet called Draenor, where a savage species called Orcs has emerged. They are enslaved by a gigantic, obese creature called Ogre. Strangely, Draenor is a backward and barbaric planet; their technology could not possibly produce metal Battle Axe, nor do they possess the magic to enter Azeroth."

"What?"

Broxigar was stunned; the Night Elves of this era had already discovered Draenor Planet.

The boy named Garen didn't care at all, saying nonchalantly, "Ryze, why bother with all this? We've acquired a novel creature, enough to brag about to our friends, and maybe it'll catch Lisa's attention."

Mentioning the beautiful Lisa, the two young Night Elf boys blushed, which displeased Aixi, who pouted and stomped her foot.

"And he's not alone." Garen proudly opened his palm, revealing Rhonin's Magic Beacon in his hand.

"So this ugly Orcs has companions." Ryze took Garen's Magic Beacon and said confidently, "Watch me capture them all."

Krasus and Rhonin were forcibly teleported, leaving both of them completely bewildered.

They saw three young Elves, and then they saw Broxigar hanging in the tree.

The boy named Ryze pointed at Krasus in his human form and calmly said:

"This is a Red Dragon. The Dragonkin is unwilling to be Pain Suppression by us Night Elves. The Red Dragons, in particular, have been stirring up trouble, trying to improve Dragonkin bloodline by fusing with Demons blood. The Demon Dragons are their creation."

Krasus was shocked. He had always been very confident in his shapeshifting magic, but he never expected that an Elf boy would see through his true form.

The boy named Garen said, "I guess this Orcs was captured to breed with their queen."

Krasus was outraged to hear that the Red Dragon Queen had been insulted, but his resistance was futile, and he was hung from a tree along with Broxigar.

Even more pitiful was Rhonin, who was caught in the crossfire without doing anything; his magic was nothing in front of the Elf boy.

A person, a beast, and a dragon hang upside down from a tree, swaying gently in the breeze.

A bitter feeling welled up in Rhonin's heart. What was going on? Why were there such powerful Elf youths? What were their origins?

The boy named Ryze pointed at Rhonin and introduced him to his two companions:

"This is a human, a mutated Vrykul. Their lifespan is extremely short, hence their numbers are very small; they are rare creatures in Azeroth. Strange, when did humans learn magic?"

The boy named Garen clapped his hands and said enthusiastically, "An Orcs from another planet, a wicked Red Dragon, and a rare human—they're sure to catch Sister Lisa's attention!"

Ryze nodded. "Yes, let's inform Lisa right away."

The three young Elves quickly left, Rhonin tried to use magic to untie the vines, only to find that the vines were not any known magic. Clearly, the magic of this era was extremely advanced, far beyond his comprehension.

Krasus and Broxigar were also unable to break free. Broxigar angrily asked, "Krasus, you are a Red Dragon. I remember you were already an adult in this era. Tell me, what's going on?"

Krasus, the Red Dragon, smiled bitterly. "Our Dragonkin has long forgotten this period. Perhaps only the Queen knows the true history. I understand now; it was a humiliating time for the Dragonkin."

Krasus thought to himself that being eaten by savage Orcs and Pain Suppression by powerful Night Elves didn't seem so humiliating, though he didn't say it aloud.

"These damned Elves, what are we going to do?" Broxigar roared, at his wits' end.

A rustling sound came from the forest, and then a strange creature appeared in front of the three.

This is a tall creature with an upper body like an adult Elf, dark skin, broad shoulders, and extremely developed muscles. It has a pair of forked antlers on its head, and its lower body is that of a strong male stag.

This image reminded Krasus of an ancient name.

Cenarius Demigod.