Azeroth’s Death Track

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Kudran. Wildhammer made a good guess. The draenei who escaped the orc slaughter are not just a stronghold for Teredor. In fact, the draenei living here are not yet the remnants of the draenei. One fifth of them, most of the draenei live in another place, and there, there is the draenei's last armed force.

The location of that place is currently the largest secret of the draenei. Most of the residents of Teredor do not know where their compatriots are hiding, but for the refugees living here, the life of the Zangar Marsh is actually still It's not bad, it is rich in products, rich in a variety of edible plants and rare resources, as well as enough fish and prey.

After luckily surviving the crazy massacre set off by the orcs, the draenei have learned patience and contentment...

The Draenei in this city hid themselves in an ancient and effective way. They built the city on top of a huge mushroom. This is no joke. After entering the Zangarmarsh, Kudran looked Having been to this huge mushroom, they grow wild in this swamp, as tall as a tall tower built by humans, and extremely strong.

The dwarf tried to destroy it with a hand axe, but the feeling of collision is similar to that of cutting on steel. Of course, this strange biophysics can be used as a place of residence.

The draenei people chose a huge mushroom hidden in the corner. They hollowed out the inside of the mushroom, carefully hidden themselves and their civilization in it, and made it up and down with good and superb engineering methods. The floating platform, the highest point of the platform is more than 30 meters above the ground, which is the height that ordinary creatures can't exceed. Perhaps it is in this way that they successfully avoided the orcs' pursuit and lived until now.

The Teredor is just the largest of these mushroom cities. More than 1,000 draenei live here. There are also many draenei strongholds near Teredore.

This scene reminded Kurdran of the distant relatives of the Wildhammer dwarves, those bronze beard dwarves who lived in Kazmodan, in the same way they hid themselves on the ground when they faced the orc invasion. Next, avoiding the slaughter of the orcs...this gave the Wildhammer dwarves and these draenei who had just met a lot of common language.

They soon became friends... At least on the surface they were friends, and the dwarves were really good at dealing with strangers, provided that these strangers had to drink and had the same frankness as the dwarves.

Following the stone-studded staircase, Kurdran followed the priest into the Prophet's resting place. The beating little tail dangled in front of the dwarf's eyes. Kurdran tried to reach out to grab it more than once, but the dwarf held back In spite of his impulse, even using the **** to think about it, you can guess that grabbing the Draenei's tail is just as rude to laugh at the dwarf's height.

"Here, Mr. Kurdran, the Prophet is waiting for you inside."

When he reached the highest point, Pastor Nadella stopped and pointed to the meditation room in front of him, and said to the dwarf, who hurriedly sorted out his clothes, and the female Pastor Delaney was surprised to find, The dwarf who was still drunk just now has completely recovered his sobriety.

"Wait, ma'am, doesn't the prophet need a translator?"

The dwarf looked at the leaving priest, and he whispered, "Aren't you going in with me?"

The priest was stunned by the question. Soon, a light mysterious smile appeared on her pale blue cheek. Her tail flicked and whispered:

"Relax, Mr. Dwarf, the Prophet...can understand any language in this world."

"Oh? That's really mysterious."

Kurdran shrugged and nipped his beard to make it look more beautiful, then reached out and pushed open the door of the meditation room.

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The Prophet Velen was exhausted when he returned to Teredor. The journey through the entire world of Draenor was not easy even for the young Draenei, let alone an old man like him.

Velen has lived for tens of thousands of years, even in the long-lived Draenei society, the prophet can be called an absolute longevity, and the people call it the "immortal". Many people think that the existence of the prophet has surpassed Having reached the limit of flesh and blood creatures, he may have reached the immortal state.

The draenei's escape from the parent star Argus has lasted for nearly 25,000 years, and in the centuries before that, Velen and his brothers ruled Argus, few people until the exact age of the prophet, Because the draenei of his time had already died in a ruthless time.

The Prophet wore a thick white robe, dotted with red and blue gems and cloth strips, and a golden pendant on the back of his neck, which symbolized his prophetic identity. His hair had long been lost, and his face It was covered with wrinkles, which were the traces of time left on this body, and the white beard on his chin extended to his abdomen, and the tentacles on his chin were decorated with golden rings.

This dress has been with the husband's life and has become a part of his existence.

And on the forehead of the Prophet, there is a beating purple rune halo, which is a rune that symbolizes the draenei leader and the caregiver of the light. Of course, the most striking is the eyes of the prophet... in those eyes In the reflection, you can even see a complete starry sky...

This is a true legend. It is a very foolish act to weigh him with pure power. His existence has exceeded the power itself. Although the power of the Holy Light possessed by the Prophet is definitely not weaker than a Naru, But in reality, the prophet rarely used his power... he was a thorough pacifist.

Some people said he was weak, some people said he was not worthy of leading the draenei, others said that he would only take the clan to escape like a mouse, but in a 25,000-year exile career, all draenei were right Velen is inseparable, which has explained the position of the prophet in the hearts of his people...

In other words, it's also a very stupid behavior to comment on Velen before he understands everything that bears. The Prophet and his past are the most complicated stories under this starry sky. He has seen the darkness with his own eyes. Titan Sargeras, he personally rejected the temptation of the dark Titan, and saved his race from the choice of depravity and demise. This qualification alone is enough to admire anyone.

At this time, the Prophet was sitting in his meditation room like a twilight old man. His old hands flipped a string of black rosary beads, and every time he turned one, the trace of the Holy Light beating at his fingertips.

In front of him, he was an old friend, a once loyal draenei, and now an exile, a broken man in a blue robe covering his face in it.

"Nobundo, my friend, I heard that you have found a new faith?"

A light of pure joy shone in the prophet's eyes, and he said with a smile: "I told you a long time ago, there is always hope, and congratulations, you and your people finally found it."

"This should be attributed to Akama...it was he who selflessly taught us the faith of the elements."

Nobundo's voice, like other shatterers, was a bit chaotic, slurred, and hoarse.

"Akama also suggested that the breakers unite together. He said that the new owner of the Dark Temple recognized the status of the breakers. He invited us to go to Shadowmoon Valley to start a new life...but I rejected him."

Although the Breaker was once a member of the draenei, they contracted an unknown epidemic during the orc war, which caused their bodies to twist, causing the draenei to expel them. It was a history of tragic blood and tears Therefore, no matter whether it is the draenei or the broken man, he does not know that both sides are compatriots.

In fact, many broken people are very hostile to the draenei. In the first difficult times, it was the draenei who drove them to the wilderness and died in front of the orcs. Although the draenei were ashamed, they did not I don’t think I’m doing something wrong. The epidemic is infectious. They must protect their children.

This is a mess, no one knows. In short, the draenei and the broken are two completely different races. The two sides rarely communicate with each other, but when necessary, their leaders will reunite. Together, like now.

"Akama..."

Velen was silent when he heard the name. He closed his eyes and whispered: "Until now, I can still remember the figure of Akama wearing a black robe. He is a promising archbishop and should have become The pillar of the draenei, unfortunately, that war... ruined him."

"The war also ruined me...but I am not here to discuss history with you, Velen."

Nobundon raised his head, took a scroll from his robe, and handed it to the prophet. He said softly, "This is what Akama asked me to pass to you. It is a letter from the new master of the dark temple. He seems to want to renew it. Differentiate the relationship between the undead and the draenei."

"Darkblade Knight?"

The Prophet took the scroll, and he sighed:

"The current affairs are difficult, Draenor was already restless, and now there are undead raging, the disaster that should have arrived has not yet happened, the future I never expected has appeared a little bit, the fate of this world has made me unpredictable. ..Ugh."

"I'm even more curious about how you will handle the relationship between you. I heard that many Draenei people are very dissatisfied with what the death knights did in Oakington. They think that they desecrated the remains of the living, then It’s an evil act... Velen, what do you think?"

Nobundo asked softly with a hint of malice, and this question made the Prophet silent again. After a while, he turned the rosary and whispered:

"Profane? Maybe, but if it is profane, we failed to protect Oakington in the first place. This is our own responsibility. The tradition is important, but for the draenei now, it is more important to live. ...The people can't stand the next war."

Velen looked at Nobundo and he said softly:

"The devil's claws have never left us. The disaster caused by the demon in this world also has a part of our responsibility. You have experienced the great escape in person. Nobundo, who is our real enemy compared to the undead? ?"

"Oh, you are still so weak, Velen."

Nobundo stood up and slowly receded into the shadow behind him. Before he disappeared, he said softly:

"But you are still as wise as before, and you can always see the essence through the surface of the problem, but... this has nothing to do with me. I will take my people to Nagrand and learn the shamanism in Woshugu. , My friend Velen, may you and your people have the last peace."

"Goodbye, Nobundo...I regret the mistakes made by the people, if you will..."

"We will not return to the draenei civilization! Velen...this is the last dignity of the broken ones!"

"Ugh..."

With a long sigh, the meditation room was restored to peace again. In the lingering light around, Velen read the brief letter in his hand. He turned the rosary in his hand, thinking about the problem in front of him, and after a moment, the dwarf Kudran pushed Open the door and walk into the meditation room.

The first time he saw the prophet sitting there, the dwarf gave a surprised cry.

"Gosh! I have never seen an old existence like you, dear Prophet, you look like a real elder."

This was said in dwarf language. Obviously, the dwarf was deliberately testing the prophet Velen to see if he was as mysterious as the legend, and at the next moment Velen opened his eyes with a hint of smile and looked back Kurdran replied in a dwarf language with a wild hammer accent that is as pure as his:

"Just live longer, there is nothing to be respected... Mr. Dwarf from another world, I have heard your story, come and sit down, I want to hear your world and tell me The story of that world."

"The flame of the forge is on!"

Kudran let out a sigh of emotion. He walked to the Prophet and sat opposite him, looking at the star-like eyes. The dwarf couldn't help but hold his breath. During the long life of the dwarf, he had seen a lot of self-proclaimed He was a liar of the prophet, but his intuition told him that this old draenei...is probably the most genuine of all the prophets in the world.

Seeing that the dwarf was silent, Velen smiled, reached out and poured a glass of water for himself, and took out a bottle of fine wine for the dwarf and placed it in front of him. Velen looked at Kurdran and he whispered:

"I have known your intention. Although the Draenei cannot join your war, I am happy to accompany you to Shattrath City to participate in this mediation on war and peace."

"How do you know that I am going to Shattrath?"

Kudran's eyes widened, and Velen showed a mysterious smile, which made the dwarf feel more "mysterious" and "powerful" of the prophet in front of him, so in the enquiries that followed, he almost knew nothing. Of the history of Azeroth he knew, originally told Velen.

What the dwarves did not know is that the matter about Shattrath City was clearly stated in Tyrion’s letters, but this did not prevent Velen from using this to deceive the simple dwarves as long as they lived for countless years. Well, Velen knows how to deal with strangers, the identity of a prophet...in fact, it is still very useful sometimes.

"Wait, Mr. Kurdran, are you saying that your world has defeated a demon called the Burning Legion?"

"Uh, this is the saying of those long ears who lived in seclusion in Kalimdor. After all, it was 10,000 years ago. No one except them knew the truth, but I prefer that they are bragging... ."

"Can you elaborate on this matter?"

"Uh, I don’t know much... but since you want to hear it, let me talk about it. It is said that it is because of the queen with long ears, a queen named Azshara. It is said that her wisdom and power are The beauty is the same, it is unparalleled in the world, and then when the queen is bored, she plays a game, which results in the demon..."

Along with Kurdran's somewhat erratic narrative, the story of the world of Azeroth and the demon was displayed before the prophet 10,000 years ago. Kurdran did not find that when he told this story, the prophet's eyes sitting opposite him Getting brighter...

It's like...it's like walking in the darkest desperate situation and finally finding someone with a hint of hope.

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