In the first year of the Dark Gate, even though Danath had the great surname of Trollbane, Thoras showed no favoritism and directly made Danath a member of the militia. If there had not been the soul-stirring Dark Gate War, perhaps Danath would have been like the collateral descendants of those big families, and become insignificant in the crowd.
Having survived the Second War at the Dark Gate, guarded the Watchtower in the Cursed Lands, came to Outland, and became the supervisor of Glory Hold, Danath proved his reliability to the world with his conscientious quality.
In terms of martial arts, Danath is definitely not as good as those tough guys of the same period. In fact, whether in the original history or in this life, he does not have any outstanding record of single combat against strong enemies.
Not everyone can become the hero that everyone admires.
In many cases, a general who can defend a region is far more rare than a brave general who can charge into the battlefield, kill the enemy and seize the flag.
Danath is obviously such a city defender.
Steady and reliable.
Duke sighed when he saw his expression.
Once a young commander who knew nothing of sorrow... now, under the ravages of time, if someone told Duke that Danath was sixty years old, Duke would probably believe it.
Danath has a typical Mediterranean head, white temples, a typical beard and wrinkles, and black nails on all ten fingers. If he were not in military uniform and had two sharp sword-like eyebrows, he would look like a typical old farmer.
He just turned forty this year!
Duke was even thinking about whether to give him a place in immortality. Ever since Duke sold his own mount Onyxia to the Void Battlefield, Alexstrasza had already obtained fifty places for him from Nozdormu.
He also promised that as long as he asked, he would have enough!
However, even though Duke has these benefits that seem huge to mortals, he will not give them away easily.
Anything will lose its value once it becomes excessive.
So far, Duke has only given it to Windsor and Big VanCleef.
Danath... Wait until he returns from the outer realms and give him another one as a gift.
Danath looked at Thomas, then at Duke, and was stunned for a moment, but quickly turned his gaze back to Thomas.
Duke in Karazhan laughed out loud without any moral integrity. Danath had this reaction because Duke had put on a lot of makeup before he went back to participate in the War of the Ancients, almost to the point of plastic surgery. Apart from the black hair and black eyes, he was a completely different person in many ways.
Many things can change, but a person's temperament is the most indelible.
As a fellow mage, Danath was easily reminded of Duke from more than a decade ago. At that time, Duke was also in the faint master realm, and also had a pair of deep eyes full of wisdom.
Of course, today's focus is on Thomas.
Danath stood with his hands behind his back, staring at Thomas with a focused gaze: "Since entering the Outlands, the Highland Warriors have performed well. The completion rate of 132 missions of various sizes is 95%. The mission issuing team rated your team as Legendary because even in the few missions you failed, you faced powerful demons that required a reorganized legion or a heroic warrior to deal with. To be honest, I am very satisfied."
"Thank you for your compliment, Trollbane... Marshal." In fact, Thomas really wanted to call Danath "Your Majesty", but after a pause, he finally called Danath by his Alliance rank.
Duke ordered Danath to be given the title of Grand Marshal after the communication with Outland was restored. Before the Third Dark Gate War, due to the chaos of various countries led by Terenas, the military ranks were generally inflated, and there were more and more Grand Marshals.
After being promoted, you can't always downgrade your rank, so nowadays, marshals often do the same job as generals did during Second War. Basically, all generals who can take charge of a situation are marshals.
Danath was an upright soldier, and was not surprised by the excitement of his compatriots. At least the other party was not wrong, so he had no intention of pursuing anything.
"Okay, gentlemen, the Alliance now wants to entrust you with a non-mandatory mission. Because the danger level is quite high, there is no mandatory requirement for results. This is an elite mission with high difficulty, so the points and rewards are doubled. How many points and rewards you get depends on your results."
Thomas was so excited that he stood at attention in a very standard position on the spot.
"We will do our best to complete the task!"
"Don't agree too soon. the Alliance needs a small or medium-sized team that is strong and smart enough to open up the connection between Glory Hold and Shattrath City that was once interrupted, and collect as many topographic maps along the way as possible. This is not an easy task." Danath smiled, his weather-beaten face had deep wrinkles. He is no longer young, but he envies the drive of those young people.
Thomas was just 28 years old, at the best age for a man. He was strong and had a lot of combat experience.
As an old soldier who had experienced many great wars, Danath boasted that he could see through 99% of people, but he found that he could not see through Mark Dooku at all.
Danath had been in the army for more than 20 years and had seen all kinds of mages. Most of them were from the Royal School of Magic in Dalaran and Stormwind. Those little guys were like flowers in a greenhouse and needed a long time to adapt before they could grow into a qualified battlefield mage.
However, Mark is different. There is no fear of the unknown in his eyes. He is not the kind of rookie who has just entered the battlefield and is fearless because of ignorance. His wise eyes seem to be able to see through all the fog in the world.
This is a calmness and...Aegwynnnimity that is absolutely inconsistent with his age!
According to the information, the Kul Tiras mage in front of him should have been a wild one, not qualified to undertake such an important task. Danath noticed that the identity certificate of this Mark Dooku was actually from the Kul Tiras court.
Danath thought to himself: Maybe he is a disciple of a court wizard who came out to gain experience.
Suddenly, Danath' confidence in this mission increased a lot: "You also know that the Alliance Commander Edmund Duke has been promoted to the Demigod of the Magic Network, right?"
Thomas and actor Duke nodded at the same time.
Danath nodded to an old wizard with a white beard beside him, and the old wizard spoke: "More than 20 years ago, the Alliance still relied on people riding griffins to send messages, and most of the time they could only use horses to send messages. But today, the Alliance can no longer do without magic messaging. Outland is a place where magical elements are quite unstable. The magic messaging that the Alliance has been using since the Second Dark Gate War seems to be very poor here. Sometimes we can guarantee uninterrupted communication for several hours, and sometimes we can't contact the outpost three miles away for weeks."
"The first thing you have to do is to go southwest from Glory Hold, enter the Thorn Trail, and place a magic messaging relay device every 5,000 yards. With them, we can guarantee communication in 99% of cases. Make sure they are in a safe place, not destroyed by monsters, and mark them well. Your basic task is completed."
After saying this, the old master bowed to indicate that he had finished.
Danath spoke again: "The next step is the follow-up tasks for advancement. For each additional part completed, there will be double or even triple points and rewards. The details are written in the report. First, if possible, you should try to reach Shattrath City. the Alliance is in urgent need of intelligence from Shattrath City. Finally, if possible, you should try to escort at least one envoy from Shattrath City back."
The mission is clear and the direction is clear.
There is not much to say, and since entering the Outlands, Thomas and other Highland Knights have mostly taken on tasks such as clearing monsters around Glory Castle. They are very familiar with the terrain and how to fight monsters.
Moreover, this time there is a giant bug mount that is completely different from the Alliance style. Although it affects the appearance of the city, it must be said that the Qira bug mount is really useful. It has a high IQ and can basically understand the owner's thoughts under the control of the crystal. It is fearless and can fight and carry. Even if it loses a bug to cover the rear, it has no complaints; it can climb mountains and wade through water, and it is not picky about food - it can eat dead monsters, rotten meat, rotten wood, etc., and even dead companions can become food.
Basically, except for being ugly, everything else is an advantage.
Everyone was quite disgusted with the Alliance for letting the Qirajimen who killed so many of their compatriots go. As the war progressed, everyone accepted these tough Qirajimen.
The Horde has Wolf Warriors, and the Alliance has Qiraji. They sound a bit inferior, but they are actually better than Wolf Warriors in use.
Moral integrity is not as valuable as life.
It is better to have no taste and lose one's moral integrity than to live one's life. Any middle or lower-level soldier will choose this.
Moreover, insect mounts can be replenished in an endless supply, but delicate things like war horses are not so easy to replenish.
The mission was set.
At this moment, in the bedroom on the top floor of Karazhan, Jaina was lying on the chaise longue, sipping her tea elegantly, and then she put down her exquisite white porcelain cup and quietly watched the "internet addicted demigod" playing games. Of course, she didn't know that Duke's dream before crossing over was to have his own game room, with a big screen and top configuration. Even if he was playing Minesweeper with a four-way Titan graphics card, which was so corrupt and decadent, he was still happy.
On the contrary, Jaina found Duke, who was working hard, very charming.
Although he had to stay behind because the soul of Azeroth was damaged and could not carry out his favorite front-line command, nor could he personally participate in the adventure and fight against the evil enemies, he was able to find joy in this situation and use his wild imagination to find new solutions.
Indeed, only a man like this is qualified to possess her so domineeringly and let her accept without regrets the fact that she is just a member of his harem.
"Hey, Duke, don't you really consider directly intervening in the affairs of Outland?" Jaina asked, gently supporting her cheek.
Duke shook his head. "Now that I think about it, let alone me staying behind, even if I didn't stay, I shouldn't go directly to Outland. Now, Kil'jaeden and I have exchanged sons."
"Duizi...?"
Indeed, by not going to Outland, Duke avoided the hunting traps set by the Burning Legion in Outland.
Duke didn't move, and Elune was there, so Kil'jaeden was restrained in disguise.
Duke used remote control to solve the problem of not being able to directly participate in the battle. If it were any other strong man, they would probably be unable to influence the overall situation because they were transformed into clones and lacked strength.
Duke is a weirdo.
As a time traveler, he used his wisdom to kill countless powerful enemies.
He firmly believed that this time would be no exception.
Anyway, if I really lose, I will just lose a clone, which I can make in half a day.
Although I won't be able to resurrect infinitely this time, I will play a game of 'Clone War' with you. I just want to ask you if you are afraid!
The next day, Thomas and others were ready.
The Highland Warriors consisted of 38 people with a total of 120 insect mounts, which means each person had three mounts. They set out from the south gate of Glory Castle in a mighty procession and took a detour to head straight for the Thorn Trail.
After leaving the Glory Castle, Duke looked up at the sky and sighed secretly.
"What's wrong?" Thomas asked.
"No, I just can never get used to this kind of world!"
"Indeed! No matter how many times I see it, I will never get used to it..."
This almost eternal night sky!
There is no sun, no clouds, only hazy and illusory darkness.
From time to time, a flash of lightning from an unknown direction would pass through the huge rocks that were spinning in the sky.
The gravity was clearly normal, but I saw stones floating in the sky. There was clearly no sunlight, but the closer I got to the red, dry ground, the brighter it seemed.
This unscientific landscape feels weird in some way.
Walking down the slope from the reddish-brown hill where Honor Hold is located, you will find yourself surrounded by enemies. Anything you see that is not marked with the Alliance will attack you.
"Gurgle——" A sound that the recruits definitely didn't understand came from a distance. Thomas and the others frowned on the spot.
Immediately, a violent cloud of dust rose from afar.
"Hellboar--" a night elf scout on the left wing shouted early on.
The Hell Boar is a typical beast that has mutated due to the overflow of demon blood. It has an extremely enhanced body of a demon creature and the ferocious nature of a beast.
This thing roams all over the Hellfire Peninsula, and the Alliance organizes special hunts for it almost every week. Unfortunately, it can only reduce its numbers but cannot completely eradicate this terrible species.
The Hellboar itself is not very strong in close combat, but its charge is terrifying. When charging at full force, the Hellboar's tusks have a record of destroying a new tank.
This is not an old steam tank, but the latest diesel tank of the Alliance.
In the Outlands, due to unstable air pressure, the steam engine had a very bad start-up condition. the Alliance had to send the latest diesel engine to test the tank. Although diesel also had various problems, at least it could be used and had greater horsepower.
The dwarves installed even more insane 130mm steel plates on the flanks of the tank.
Even so, it still penetrated directly, instantly exploding the engine and ammunition compartment, and losing three elite dwarf tank soldiers.
Thomas frowned when he saw the violent hell boar rushing towards him.
If hit by a big guy like that, at least two or three mount bugs will be destroyed.
Although the insects are good at close combat, their relatively thin legs have always been their weakness. The insect mount has no way to deal with the impact.
"I'll do it!" Duke said softly.
A hole as thick as an arm appeared perfectly under the front hoof of the hell boar. The impact force of the boar became the biggest killer. At the moment when the left front leg sank into the ground, its impact force and weight directly tore off its entire leg.
Dry earth and howling wind.
The atmosphere was burning hot and devoid of any life.
What is totally inconsistent with this is the atmosphere in the team.
"Wow!"
"Hahaha!"
The team members screamed and jumped for joy.
If it is other teams, the most common method is to use a strong professional, preferably a defensive warrior, to withstand the impact of the hell boar, and then drag it into a war of attrition, slowly wearing out this thick-skinned and thick-fleshed demon boar.
This is a last resort, as creatures that have been demonized are generally very powerful.
Now there is Mark Duku, a new writer, read as a boss, controlled by Duke himself. That is turning decay into magic.
Having a leg torn off while sprinting at high speed is unbearable for anyone, unless they are an undead creature.
There was a bloody patch in the front left, and the Hellboar with only three legs left was screaming loudly. It was struggling frantically, venting the rage in its heart, trying to kill any creature that approached it with its hooves and horns.
If this is a clearing mission issued by Honor Castle, I guess everyone will have to fight hard to deal with this guy, but we have more important tasks!
"Grom, let's go!" Duke patted the red bug mount under his crotch. The bug hummed, then spread its four sharp long legs and ran away.
"Hahahaha! Cool!" Thomas and others laughed and followed.
Hellfire Peninsula is a hellish place, and a world where the strong prey on the weak. If this three-legged wild boar weighing more than two tons is left here, it will not survive for long. Moreover, this place is not far from Glory Castle, and the guards on the watchtower have already seen this scene.
Just because Duke and his team did not accept the clearing mission does not mean that others did not accept it.
Look, other teams have already rushed out to take advantage of the situation.
Neither Thomas nor Duke cared.
The group walked away.
The insect mount is very fast, reaching speeds of over 40 kilometers per hour. However, due to the strange curvature of the insect's legs and multiple joints for shock absorption, it is not as bumpy as a horse.
Soon, the towering Glory Castle behind him disappeared into the horizon.
A day later, the team also left the outermost watchtower in the southwest of Glory Castle behind.
The team completely left the control of Honor Hold.
"Ah hey--" Thomas used a very standard charge action, holding a lance that was more than five meters long in his hand. The sharp spear head accurately hit the head of a steel-toothed skimmer at high speed, and the rather hard skimmer's head exploded directly like a rotten watermelon.
Purple blood splattered everywhere, and at the same time, the middle-end fragile rod that served to slow down the momentum of the lance and the knight exploded directly.
"Let's go!" Thomas didn't stop at all and called on everyone to continue the attack.
This insect also has four legs and a base. Its lower body is very similar to that of a Qiraji, but its upper body is very ugly. However, its big mouth full of buck teeth is not a decoration. Duke saw with his own eyes that an Alliance knight had his upper body bitten off less than 20 meters in front of him. Please note that the entire upper body was bitten off along with the five-millimeter thick stamped plate armor.
This reflects from another perspective that Thomas's shot was quite exquisite.
For a giant insect with very high speed and agility, he can also change the direction of the gun tip as the Steel-Tooth Flyer's head twists while charging rapidly. This skill, which is like piercing a matchbox with the gun tip at a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, is amazing.
Should we say that he is worthy of the name of Highland Knight?
Along the way, there were no hordes of monsters, but there were still various losses.
The three Qiraji insect mounts broke their legs. Since they had just set out, their supplies were still quite full. After transferring the most important supplies, they could only abandon the excess cargo and let the two insects fend for themselves.
Two cavalrymen from Lordaeron were ambushed by a void demon. Half of their bodies were swallowed up, and there was no need to pull them out. Only half of them were left on the spot. Duke used a round of arcane missiles to kill the void demon, which was considered revenge.
It took the team three days to reach the Thorn Trail.
Seeing the scene, almost everyone frowned.
"Isn't this... too dangerous?"
Thorns are thorns, yes, but huge thorny plants whose roots often require two people to hug together are simply a nightmare.
The only passage was an arched passage among the thorn bushes that could accommodate two carriages side by side. This was the so-called trail.
Theoretically, this could lead to Terokkar Forest, but no one knew what was inside the path, or whether the path would shrink after entering. In the end, they were stuck in a dilemma.
Thomas poked the spikes of the thorns with his spare lance, but found that the lance was not sharp enough.
If someone bumps into it head on...
"Gu!" Everyone couldn't help but swallow.
"Findry, is there anything you can do?" Thomas called out to a night elf.
As a member of the Cenarion Expedition, Findlay Swiftspear was specially transferred here for this mission. The elite druid looked at it, sensed it carefully, and shook his head.
"No! The land here is full of corrosion and ruin. My power is not enough to affect the land here. Not to mention these thorns that have existed for at least a thousand years."
Thomas looked at Duke again, and Duke also shook his head. This kind of hardened thorns are quite flame-resistant even if they are dead. If Duke's real body was here, he would have flattened it directly...
Finally, Thomas looked up at the sky and soon gave up. There were still many flying beasts wandering in the sky, circling back and forth, assessing each other's strength. From time to time, a bird of prey would suddenly attack another, and then feathers, blood and even internal organs would fall from the sky. The winner's prize was the loser's body.
the Alliance tried to send a team of griffins, but only one griffin rider survived to return, and he died shortly after returning.
"Go in! I'll go first!" Shaking his head, Thomas took the lead and rode the bug into the thorny path.
The dense thorns quickly blocked out all external light. Even with a torch in hand, I still felt as if I was going to run into a wall and die, or be impaled on the thorns.
This is a path that no one has walked on for at least ten years. If most of these thorns had not died due to soil decay, it is estimated that such a path would have been covered by plants long ago.
Even so, the team remained extremely cautious.
The only good thing was that Duke had dozens of fireballs surrounding the team that had formed a long snake formation, making the light a little better.
At this moment, Thomas, who was at the front, suddenly heard a scream coming from farther ahead.
Someone was attacked?
There is someone ahead on the thorny path?
Thomas's first reaction was that it was impossible. He had confirmed again and again before setting off that his team was the only one sent by Glory Castle.
Now the main force of the Alliance is besieging Hellfire Citadel under the leadership of King Varian, and no matter how far the Alliance's vanguard scouts go, they cannot pass through Zangarmarsh, which is further west of the Hellfire Peninsula. Now the entire entrance to the swamp is filled with a thick poisonous fog, and no one can pass until the druids of the Cenarion Expedition purify the poisonous fog.
"Could it be…"
"Draenei?" Duke took over Thomas' words.
This may be the only explanation.
The situation in the outside world is quite chaotic now, and the major forces are intertwined.
Kael'thas should have been riding his private Phoenix, showing off all the way and bringing his little brothers with him, and flew to the northernmost Storm Fortress to help the Draenei defend their home.
The southern Terokkar Forest sent a detachment over, and then the group directly became the astrologers of Shattrath City, and that was it. Although the Draenei were not wiped out, Kael'thas didn't see what could be accomplished with such dispersed strength.
In the central part of Outland are two consecutive pits, Hellfire Citadel and Zangarmarsh, which block the road and make it impossible to pass.
What made the coalition most upset was that Thrall failed to control his subordinates, or rather, those guys had harbored evil intentions for a long time.
Kargath Bladefist - this guy who died at the Dark Portal of Azeroth in this life and was resurrected by the Sun King as a Forsaken warrior hero, actually defected on the battlefield and announced as a dead man that he would accept the power of the Burning Legion. He regained control of the Shattered Hand Clan and ran to the Shattered Halls of Hellfire Citadel to become the boss.
Thrall was furious and turned to attacking the Shattered Halls.
In addition to Kargath, there are also Chieftain Kilrogg Deadeye of the Bleeding Hollow Clan and Chieftain Harkan Skullcutter of the Bonechewer Clan. They were killed at the Dark Portal in this life and were also resurrected by the Sun King. Together with Kargath, they also served Ner'zhul under Kil'jaeden's control. After being resurrected, they had been playing supporting roles until they returned to Outland, when they truly showed their ferocious fangs and raised the banner of rebellion!
Unlike Kargath, no one knew where Kilrogg and Harkan had disappeared to.
Duke suddenly had a clear premonition that the situation ahead would be related to the two chiefs who had escaped.
"Charge!" Thomas jumped off the bug, raised his Excellent level shield high, drew out his one-handed sword and rushed to the front.
Duke then used the light magic released by his shield to barely make out what was in front of him, moving as quickly as possible.
"Don't come over here! Don't come over here!" The crying voice in the front was obviously a female Draenei.
Thomas and the others didn't understand, but Duke could hear it clearly with the help of translation software.
"That's right! It's the Draenei!" Duke's words made Thomas advance faster.
Thomas carefully placed the upper part of the large kite-shaped shield over his visor, leaving only half of his helmet exposed. With the help of the gap in the helmet, he tried to look into the distance.
Getting closer!
Getting closer!
Getting closer!
After Thomas, Duke, Findlay and other good players rushed forward and jogged for about three minutes, they saw the target.
Uh, how to put it.
The situation in front of me is quite funny.
There were two huge and twisted vines, and in the narrow gap between the two vines, there squeezed a blue-skinned Draenei girl. She seemed to have used a hammer to smash off the small spikes in the middle of the vines so that she could get in without getting hurt and escape the pursuit of the two Steelfang Skitters outside.
However, although the two manic skitters could not get into the narrow gap between the vines, they frantically attacked the Draenei girl with all means possible.
The sharp claws kept going in and out, scratching the inside.
The gap was not very deep, and even though the girl squeezed in desperately, she still couldn't avoid the claws that stretched to the end, and her butt was facing outward. Because of their body shape, the butts of Draenei people are relatively straight, and as a result, the girl's butt suffered, being scratched by the claws again and again.
The blood stimulated these mutated monsters, and they seemed to become even more violent.
Duke made the first move, using the old tactic of Calmness and Pyroblast, which was always so high-end and classy no matter when it was used.
The sudden flash of light scared the two Steel-fanged Skitters. The first one tried to dodge to the right, but in its haste, it was pierced by a huge thorn. The next moment, it turned into something like a kebab.
Of course, no one would want to eat Steeltooth Skitter BBQ.
Originally, the other Skitter wanted to run away, but Findlay directly hit the Skitter on the head with a Spark, which instead aroused the ferocity of the beast.
It let out a sharp cry and rushed forward desperately, just in time to run into Thomas' Charge!
"Bang!" With a loud bang, Thomas crashed its entire body into a thorn, and dozens of sharp thorns pierced its body from behind.
Even so, it was still fine. It twisted its body wildly, trying to kill Thomas with its claws and take him with it.
How could Thomas, who was well prepared, give it this chance? He launched Counterattack Storm almost the moment he charged and hit the target.
The dense and fierce attacks of the Skimmer were all borne by the thick and sophisticated shield. With the support of the unique power of Rage of the warrior profession, Thomas made an attack beyond the limits of his normal body.
The long sword seemed to turn into a dagger, stabbing quickly and fiercely into the chest and abdomen of the skimmer.
One sword, two swords, three swords... a total of twenty swords, almost piercing the entire chest and abdomen of the Skimmer into minced meat.
After the two beasts died, the atmosphere suddenly eased.
Looking at the humans standing outside, the Draenei girl looked frightened.
"It's okay! Please don't be afraid. We are Alliance soldiers invited by your leader Velen to go to Shattrath City." Duke spoke in pure Draenei.
This made Thomas and others quite envious.
There was obviously more than one hero who saved the beauty, why are you, Mark Dooku, the only one taking credit for it?
Unfortunately, no one knows Draenei except him!
"You are... humans?" Unexpectedly, the Draenei girl could speak the common human language with a heavy accent.
It's a bit awkward, but I can still understand it.
Everyone, including Duke, immediately realized that they had found a treasure!
"Yes! We are humans. By the way, who taught you the Common Tongue? Those blood elves?"
"Astrologer? Oh! Yes, Lord Velen instructed me that in order to better communicate with the human-led Alliance, I'd better learn the common language. I have been studying very hard these days, and now it seems to come in handy." The Draenei girl said as she grinned and crawled out from the gap between the vines.
On the surface, she was covered in blood and in a very bad condition. Duke could tell at a glance that the girl was lucky, as it was only a superficial wound and could be healed with a healing spell.
Unexpectedly, just when Duke was about to call the priest over, the girl actually started to heal herself with holy light.
Oh, you're a pastor?
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Duke looked at the Draenei girl.
The girl had a figure very close to that of a human female, slim and slender. If it weren't for the vague lines of Hong's biceps on her arms, one would probably mistake her for a young ms. just by looking at her back.
The light blue skin glowed with holy light, and the girl was bathed in a sacred aura.
Although in Duke's opinion, this level of holy light is still very superficial.
She has two S-shaped curved sheep horns on her head, and below the knees are recurved hooves that are a little incredible for humans. For balance, the girl's body seems to become convex in front and curved in the back.
Without fancy clothes, the Draenei girl's dress is the most typical civilian girl. The white linen top only covers the well-developed peak of the Outland, and it seems to be a typical off-shoulder dress for the convenience of exercise. The top is pulled from the ribs to the neck, which makes the neck look more slender.
The leather pants that were supposed to be brown had now turned dark red due to the blood. She was holding what was theoretically a short-handled warhammer, but to Duke it was just a wooden stick with an iron lump.
Duke noticed that there was no blood on the hammer head, not even the blood from before.
Uh... a rookie going to the battlefield for the first time?
Duke really didn't know why Velen would send such a rookie to die?
In the chaotic foreign land, she had enough time to die a hundred times.
However, no matter how you look at it, this guy's luck is at the EX+ level. He has the guts to come to the Thorn Trail alone and even run into the Alliance advance team that only appears once in a hundred years.
"Excuse me, could you please turn around for a moment? I, I..." The Draenei girl blushed.
While Thomas was still in a daze, Duke had already come to his senses. It turned out that her buttocks had been pierced by the sharp legs of the Skitter, and she had to heal the wound now. The injury in that place was very indecent.
Duke thought about it, and seeing that the guy wouldn't have high-end stuff like storage space bags, he just handed over a piece of canvas.
"Thank you..." The girl's face turned even redder, like a freshly steamed shrimp, and she quickly took the canvas.
A few minutes later, Thomas joined the main force, and the Draenei girl also healed her wound. When Thomas saw the large canvas patch on the girl's butt, he suddenly realized what had happened.
The girl was quite skillful, because Duke saw a hole carved out of her butt, with the edge of the hole smoothed out to allow the Draenei's nearly half-meter-long blue tail to show through.
Well, what a clever tail, swinging back and forth, bending left and right. Duke couldn't help but think of the time when he was training a dragon, sometimes he would have a bad taste and make Onyxia in human form transform into a red tail that matched the proportions of a human body, so that he could play with it!
Duke felt very satisfied every time he saw the strange dizziness on the Black Dragon Princess' face and heard her unique moans.
This thing is just like petting a cat, it's addictive.
Sudden...
"Ah!" The Draenei girl screamed, attracting everyone's attention.
Duke realized that he was too naughty and actually reached out to hold the other person's tail and stroked it: "Sorry, I... I was too curious."
"This...this...is this your first time meeting a Draenei?"
"Uh, yes!" Duke lowered his head.
"My companions meant no offense, we are actually all very curious," Thomas quickly defended.
"No...it's okay, I don't blame you, but please don't touch the Draenei's tail casually in the future. They will usually get angry, especially the men." The girl lowered her head.
Then the girl took a deep breath and raised her head, with a look of self-encouragement on her face. Although there was still timidity in her eyes, she tried her best to encourage herself and clenched her fists.
"Please forgive my panic - I have never killed anyone (large creatures) before. My name is Yrel, and I am an apprentice of Karabor. Are you the vanguard sent by the Alliance? It seems that the Holy Light really favors me today. Then I am willing to go with you to a safe place first."
After hearing this signature introduction, Duke, who was in Karazhan, countless light years away in the void, felt as if he was struck by lightning.
There is only one voice in my heart——
Oh my god!
It's actually a hoof! ? ?
How is this possible?
As for having the same name, that is impossible. Among the Draenei, their Mother of Light will never give them the same name.
In Duke's mind, at this moment, there were 100,000 rhinos running past, and it seemed that every rhino was purring and making strange sounds, "I'll hit your lungs!" "I'll hit your kidneys!"
If the major events Duke had experienced before were basically consistent with his impression of history, then this matter was absolutely a mess.
According to the original history, the Draenei girl Yrel, affectionately called "Hoof" by countless players, would only appear in the sixth version of World of Warcraft, "Warlords of Draenor". Normally, that would be at least 30 years after the Dark Portal.
Why does it appear at this time?
No, no, no, the life span of the Draenei is extremely long. Didn't you see that the three Eredar giants were still alive and kicking 25,000 years ago? Didn't you see that the Eredar twins were still as beautiful as flowers after 10,000 years?
Yrel's life of ten or eight years is equivalent to two or three days for humans!
Duke was convinced by this historical deviation.
"I am Thomas Fadic, a warrior, and the captain of the advance team sent by the Alliance to Shattrath City."
"I am Mark Dooku, a wizard and Lieutenant of the advance team."
After some self-introductions, everyone finally knew that Shattrath City was attacked again, and the leader of the army was Kilrogg Deadeye, who had just defected from the Horde and ran to Illidan's camp.
Originally, Shattrath City had never been truly restored, and even with the addition of some blood elves, now known as astrologers, Shattrath City was still in danger.
Velen, the charlatan, claimed that he could "see the future". He had a premonition that an Alliance team would go from here to Shattrath City to seek contact, so despite the shortage of troops, he still sent a team of 20 people to support them.
However, not every Draenei can be immortal under the protection of the Holy Light.
After finally getting out of the secret path, the team of 20 people were besieged by their former comrades - now the Broken - in the north of Rem, a former Draenei settlement, before they even left Terokkar Forest.
The Broken are a race of former Draenei who were influenced by the power of the Burning Legion. Many of them have lost their sanity and self-identity due to various circumstances, or their appearance and temperament have changed drastically.
Now the Broken Ones are the brain-dead ones.
After sacrificing half of their companions, they managed to escape and entered the Thorn Rocks adjacent to the Thorn Pass, and were then besieged by dozens of Steelfang Skitterers. In the end, only Hoof Yrel was left.
The original captain and Lieutenant all died on the road.
Duke scratched his head and thought: Is this the lucky E that has always been used by supporting roles?
But this is war. Although high-end military force can be the deciding factor in victory or defeat, more often than not, it still depends on the efforts of ordinary people to tip the balance of victory towards themselves little by little.
Duke felt a little sympathetic towards the Draenei.
After traveling for so long, Duke has seen many worlds. But he finally has some idea of what it feels like to continue to stick to a world that is about to slide into the abyss of hell. He can't help but recall the rich Elwynn Forest, which, even though it was once ravaged by the flames of war spread by orcs, has been able to recover with the passage of time and the efforts of mortals.
Instead of the land in front of us which is becoming more and more barren day by day.
"Let's go! To Shattrath." Thomas said, but found that Yrel did not move.
Obviously, this newbie Draenei is demonstrating what it means for a newbie to tremble in fear.
That's really shaking! You can see the obvious shaking in her tail.
Because every member of the Alliance team was riding a large bug. They looked very docile. Unfortunately, they were no different from the Steel Fang Skitter that had nearly killed her.
"Come on, it's okay." Thomas, riding on his bug mount, extended his hand gently.
Yrel looked left and right, and said weakly, "Sir Dooku, can I ride on the same mount with you?"
At this moment, Thomas' body suddenly became petrified, and his expression froze. It is not difficult to imagine that his single heart suffered 100,000 points of critical damage at this moment. Others couldn't help but wonder if an evil wind would blow in the next second, causing him to be weathered and dissipated by the wind?
Duke's face was filled with a big look of embarrassment.
In Karazhan, Jaina slammed the table and laughed shamelessly: "Duke! I didn't expect that you could provoke a little girl by controlling an avatar! Wahahahaha!"
Uh, is this the legendary invisible way of flirting with girls that is the most deadly?
Now that people have said so, what else can Duke do?
Mark, who was controlled by Duke, smiled and said, "It's my pleasure, ma'am. There's another advantage to sitting behind me. At least you don't have to worry about being pricked by the edges of the armor."
If that's the case, forget it.
"I...I've never ridden a mount before. Can you let me sit in the front? I'm afraid I'll fall off."
"..."Thomas' mind suffered one million points of additional critical damage.
"Can."
While riding on it, Irel noticed a detail. She found a line of large characters in the common language engraved on the hard shell of the insect's neck: Akina Mountain!
"This is..."
Duke's face turned red, and he immediately put on a serious face: "No time to explain, get in the car! Oh, no, get in quickly."
"Oh, okay." She realized that she had wasted too long here. Her capital was under siege, her people were constantly dying, and she was still dawdling here. She even needed Mark, her ally, to remind her. It was really wrong.
At this moment, Yrel couldn't help but respect Duke.
With a guide, the next thing was much easier. They still had to go through those areas, and under the leadership of Yrel, the Alliance advance team could avoid many places where monsters gathered.
While looking for a place to insert the signal amplifier of the magic network, the advance team advanced. It took five days and finally crossed the Thorn Rock, bypassed Tuurem, and arrived in the southwest of Shattrath City.
Shattrath was and is the capital of the Draenei people in Draenor. Another meaning of its name is
'Where the Holy Light is'.
After Kil'jaeden deceived Ner'zhul and instigated the orcs to wage war against the Draenei, a fierce battle broke out here. Although the Draenei defended the capital, Shattrath fell. The entire city fell into ruins until the Sha'tar came here.
Originally, the reconstruction had already begun here, and although the progress was extremely slow, it was indeed being rebuilt. Unexpectedly, after Illidan returned to Outland, in order to make the entire Outland his strongest backing, he began to purge all those who opposed him.
At this moment, outside, the sound of war drums was roaring, and the clanging of battle even spread several kilometers away, reaching the center of Shattrath City.
Different from the tense battle atmosphere outside, there is tranquility in the center of Shattrath City.
The city of Shattrath has a peculiar structure. In the center is an extremely huge hemispherical palace.
The buildings of the Draenei all have a similar style. This hall is a bit like the Draenei's holy place, the Temple of Karabor. It is supported by huge gray-brown columns. In the gaps between the stone buildings, there are dazzling purple and blue glass. The pointed leaf-shaped doors are stacked layer by layer. No matter when, it looks like a beautiful work of art.
In the center of the hall, there was a human figure suspended in the air, made of countless golden leaf-like fragments. That was the symbol of holy light—Naaru!
This energy creature with a strong sense of self is the most determined existence in the fight against the Burning Legion.
Before the surging power of the Seat of the Naaru, even the most bloodthirsty warrior will find peace of mind, and the most weary believer will stand in awe.
Anyone who took even a glance from afar before the throne of God could receive great comfort from the Pillar of Holy Light.
Velen was in front of the Seat of the Naaru, carefully recalling the clues about the future that he had recently sensed, trying to understand the deep or shallow connections between them. Over the past few months, he had sensed more and more fragmented clues.
The Draenei prophet folded his legs under him, his hands on his old knees, and as he meditated, the crystals seemed to echo his power, gleaming and pulsating, swirling around him in a chaotic rather than orderly way. Countless visions of the future were rushing towards him.
Once again, he felt a hopeful change coming from the east.
At this moment, on the wide passage at the edge of Shattrath City, Guardian Maraad, holding a huge crystal-forged warhammer, was fighting those hateful orcs. These guys looked no different from more than 20 years ago.
He was very tired. Even though the Holy Light gave him endless courage, it still couldn't completely offset his physical fatigue.
At this moment, his hoof slipped and he fell to his knees. Seeing that an extremely dirty broken axe was about to cut off his neck, he could even feel the breath of death emanating from the inferior axe blade with several notches.
Suddenly, the Horde blew the horn to retreat.
What happened?
The Draenei were at an absolute disadvantage. Although they had the support of the Holy Light and could theoretically heal their wounds endlessly, the Holy Light was not omnipotent.
The blood lost from the wound cannot flow back into the body, and the lost physical strength can only be restored through rest. Unless there is an extremely high concentration of holy light, it is impossible to resist swords, axes, and clubs.
In the face of an enemy that was ten times their number, the Holy Light's advantage had been eroded. If it weren't for the limited magical support from the astrologers, Shattrath would have been breached long ago.
It is foreseeable that if the situation does not improve, it will be like a repeat of what happened 25 years ago, with the Draenei once again losing in a war of attrition.
The orcs used their blood and lives to destroy the city of Shattrath.
However...
The roaring of war drums, the clanging of weapons, the groans of the dying struggling in pain on the ground, the roars of anger, all the sounds stopped abruptly with the sound of the retreat horn.
what happened?
Every soldier on the battlefield had a confused expression.
The last time, it was the blood elves who had now become scouts who saved the impending destruction of Shattrath.
Who is it this time?
No!
No one!
There was nothing in the desolate sky. Ordinary birds and animals had already been scared away by the loud noise.
In the distance, the evil orcs, having learned their lesson, sent wolf cavalry patrolling back and forth at the end of their field of vision.
There were no reinforcements in sight.
What exactly drove Illidan's minions to give up the victory that was about to be achieved?
There is only one answer.
It was a flag with a blue background that was raised next to the Draenei Holy Light Banner in Shattrath City at some point in time.
No Draenei had ever seen this battle flag. According to legend, the flag of the Alliance from another world, which had reached a preliminary alliance with the Draenei, was also blue.
But the pattern on that flag is a lion, which is a pattern of a tornado.
Could it be that this flag scared away the enemy...
Is this impossible?
The Draenei garrison officers almost forgot to breathe, watching this scene with expressions as if they had seen it a long time ago.
Not to mention them, even the Draenei girl Yrel, who had just raised the flag with her own hands, was so shocked that her jaw almost dropped. Her teeth were trembling: "It actually... scared away those ferocious orcs!?"
Thomas, who was standing nearby, was also extremely shocked. Of course he recognized this flag, or rather, he grew up listening to the legend of this flag.
This flag of the Duke of Storm is a symbol of an era and a living legend!
One flag can defeat ten thousand troops!
No one expected that this miracle, which was sung by countless bards in taverns and happened under Silvermoon City in Quel'Thalas more than 20 years ago, would happen again!
Duke is already a demigod, so he certainly wouldn't bother to brag about himself.
If he didn't do it, naturally Thomas and other onlookers would tell Iriel the legend of the flag.
The little girl was instantly turned into a little fangirl, and even her eyes looking at the Storm Flag became filled with a certain fanaticism.
It's not her fault!
In recent decades, the Draenei have been bullied by the orcs!
As outsiders in Draenor, how could the orcs possibly treat them well?
Long before the orcs, instigated by Kil'jaeden's Ner'zhul, launched a full-scale war against the draenei, the two sides had a feud. Various border conflicts and mutual harm had already laid the groundwork for this war.
However, at that time, the orcs lived a scattered life in clans, and the Draenei tried their best to suppress themselves under Velen's persuasion.
But so what?
Orcs take pride in killing Draenei.
The fathers and brothers of the brave Draenei were beheaded and made into specimens to be hung on the battle flags of each clan. Their wives and daughters were used as food to feed the bloodthirsty war wolves.
And all this came to an end with the epic war that lasted for several years and the fall of Shattrath City.
Fight and fail again and again, fight again and again!
This is the portrait of the Draenei.
Today, the evil orcs are back again.
With hope for light, the Draenei once again tried to defend their holy city, but no one had really imagined the taste of success, and they supported themselves purely with courage.
That desperate struggle formed an absolutely sharp contrast with the feat of easily scaring off the orcs.
A strange emotion arose in the heart of the Draenei girl Yrel, which she herself could not understand. She suddenly became extremely eager to meet the owner of the flag.
At this moment, in Karazhan, Alleria, who happened to be strolling over to Duke, caught a glimpse of this scene.
"Wow! Not bad! I didn't expect that Edmund Duke's banner could be used to deceive people in the outer realm!" The eldest sister of the Windrunner family teased Duke.
Duke laughed: "If it were all those brainless evil orcs, there would be no way we could accomplish anything. It just so happens that the one leading the army on the other side is Kilrogg Deadeye!"
If it were another orc leader who was not in his right mind, he would probably just be frightened for a moment and would never give an order to withdraw.
Kilrogg was not like that.
He inherited the memories of his previous life, and also inherited the fear of being an orc.
That was the painful experience that began from the Second Battle of Dark Gate. No matter how hard he struggled, he could not succeed. No matter how he tried to change himself, he was always slaughtered by Duke.
He was unable to capture Ironforge and was brutally defeated in the final battle. He turned around and followed the new boss, Ner'zhul, but was brutally defeated again and died next to the Dark Portal.
More importantly, Kilrogg is a rare orc with supernatural powers. His red eye has the ability to see the future to a certain extent, although it can only glimpse fragments of the future. But he has always relied on this ability to consolidate his power and kill people everywhere.
This time, without exception, he looked at the battle flag with his normally blind eye.
As expected!
He clearly felt a ray of Duke's divine power.
Almost the moment he looked over, Kilrogg saw Duke's illusory projection that was even larger than the city of Shattrath. In Duke's deep black eyes, there seemed to be a dazzling colorful flame burning deep in his eyes.
Duke opened his mouth slightly, and the next moment, the sound of his soul seemed to shake the entire Draenor world:
"The spirit of Sargeras trembles at my feet."
"I crucified Archimonde's spirit in Mount Hyjal."
"Who the hell do you think you are, Kilrogg?"
"I'll only say this once..."
"roll--"
The buzzing sound in the soul world triggered countless strange and blurry fragments.
At this moment, Kilrogg saw Medivh, who was possessed by Sargeras, die tragically under Duke's sword.
I saw the arrogant Archimonde being blown to death in Mount Hyjal, with even his bones hanging on the dead trees.
I saw the huge and boundless twisting void fortress being blown into pieces.
It turned out that the new master, who he thought was invincible, actually had such a weak side.
At this time, Kilrogg was already sweating profusely.
"You can't come to 'our world'! You can't come here! This is not your territory!" It seemed like he was asking himself, but also seemed like he was emphasizing it, more like an unconscious self-hypnosis.
Kilrogg was in a trance, repeating these words nervously over and over again.
"What did I do wrong? No! I did nothing wrong! Thrall was too weak! 'Orcs will never be slaves'? Bah! What he is doing now is to turn the Horde into the eternal slaves of the Alliance! This world is the territory of the orcs! It is the world of the Burning Legion. You are just a demigod from the outside world. You can't do anything——"
Kilrogg is a smart man full of ambition. He will obey the strong, but that is under the premise that the other party shows his decisive power! He firmly believes that Illidan under Kil'jaeden can better fight against the hateful Alliance, so after returning to his familiar place, he brazenly chose to raise the banner of rebellion.
The funny thing is, when he faced Duke again, the first thing he recalled was the horrible days when he was dominated by Edmund Duke!
"Continue to charge? No! No! That guy is a lunatic! He can even burn his own main city, let alone care about the main city of the Draenei!"
The main building of Shattrath City was originally nestled in a basin, and only through several huge suspended passages could people from the outer city enter the main building directly.
If kerosene is used to set fire around the basin, all the orcs in the passage will be killed.
Chaotic memories came to Kilrogg's mind. The more he tried not to recall them, the clearer they became.
The orcs have absolute military strength?
Haha! That's not the first time!
A fire burned down Elwynn Forest, and nearly 100,000 orcs were burned.
So what if you invade Stormwind City? I'll set another fire and burn your 100,000 elite troops!
Although they have overwhelming military force, they manage to kill hundreds of thousands of orcs every time and turn them into fish!
Every chief knew that changes had to be made, so they acquiesced to Orgrim's coming to power.
But so what?
It was weakened again and again, suffered failure again and again, and finally came to an end.
When Kilrogg woke up from the mental shock, he took a deep breath, then exhaled all the air in his cold lungs at once, and his vocal cords nourished by the power of shadow emitted a trembling sound of fear from the deepest part of his soul.
"All troops, listen up! Retreat——"
Although the evil orcs are bloodthirsty and ferocious, they are not like the legendary berserkers who have completely lost their minds and cannot distinguish between friend and foe. They are still rational in their bones.
The retreat call was sounded, and even though they were reluctant, they still had to evacuate.
The Draenei garrison officers and soldiers could finally breathe a sigh of relief. They formed a garrison, and then the main force slowly retreated back to the city. A large number of civilians began to pour out, most of whom played a role in logistics.
Carry away every compatriot who is still breathing, heal them with holy light as much as possible, and clean up every evil orc who is not yet dead.
These are not things that Duke and Thomas can control.
Here, Irel, who was in a state of shock, suddenly shuddered. Duke noticed the faint holy light shining beside her ears.
Hmm? Is there such a thing?
As expected, Yrel bowed to Duke and the others and said, "Lord Velen has learned of your arrival and is ready to receive you. Please follow me."
"OK!"
Duke and his team were near the outer city, and the fastest way to get there was through the passageway that connected the inner and outer cities. However, due to the war, the fifty-meter-wide passageway was already filled with various war machines or makeshift bunkers.
To enter the inner city, it is faster to walk into the basin.
Walking in the messy basin, the surrounding area has become a huge barracks, or a temporary shelter. Wounded Draenei soldiers and skinny civilians can be seen everywhere. Obviously, the city has begun to implement physical rationing, and all resources are given priority to the garrison officers and soldiers who can fight.
Yrel is apparently a 'celebrity' here, almost every Draenei knows her and greets her.
Of course, not everyone and everything is good.
"Hey! Yrel! When are you going to pay me the six copper coins you owe me?" A Draenei girl said in Draenei.
Duke could clearly see that Yrel, who had been walking lightly and happily after repelling the orcs, was instantly petrified.
Duke is so embarrassed!
Is this the so-called dark history?
Or is it that a penny can make a hero fall?
I didn't expect that Irel, who was once so famous in history, would have such an embarrassing moment.
When Hoof heard this, she got a little scared. Her blue tail stood up like a cat with its fur standing up. She glanced at Duke guiltily and saw that Duke didn't seem to pay attention to her. She patted her chest and replied quickly, "Mamie! I took these guests to Lord Velen and completed the mission. I will return the bonus to you as soon as I get it!"
Just after sending the sisters away, the bad Duke was heard controlling Mark Dooku and saying, "Miss Irel, what six copper coins? Do you need my support?"
Over there, the little sister called out again: "Yriel——"
Hoof instantly switched to playing dumb: "What? I can't hear you! What did you say?"
Over there, she grabbed Duke's hand and said, "Lord Velen is still waiting for you. Come on! Hero! Let's go before she catches up and keeps pestering us!"
puff!
If it wasn't really inappropriate right now, Duke really wanted to roll on the ground a few times, slam the table and laugh or something.
Is this still the serious Draenei Archbishop of later generations?
Entering the heavily guarded passage, Duke and his party arrived at the huge hemispherical main hall.
The curved walls were engraved with glowing mysterious runes. A Naaru, shining with holy light and made of many diamond-shaped blocks in the shape of a human, was floating in the center of the hall.
Another older draenei stood in front of the Naaru.
In every corner of the hall, the beautiful and elegant armor of the Draenei guards was polished to a gleaming brilliance, and under the holy light of the Naaru, it looked even more sacred.
The elder draenei must be Velen, and standing around him are several paladins and vindicators, bowing subtly to show their obedience to him. This obedience comes from a power pyramid that completely eliminates self-interest from top to bottom.
Perhaps, only a thoroughly idealistic race like the Draenei would have such a thing happen.
Duke respects other people's religious beliefs very much, even though he himself is a charlatan.
The problem is that, having received education from the great Celestial Empire, he is a thorough materialist at heart!
In the world of Azeroth, Duke has seen many gods.
There are false gods, true gods, and evil gods.
The biggest feeling these gods gave Duke was not that they had no ideas of their own, but more of a human touch.
Hakka is mindlessly xenophobic.
C'Thun devours everything without morality.
Elune is willing to take care of all kind creatures under the starry sky.
None of these gods are as pure as the holy light creatures like the Naaru, and no other race's believers are as completely selfless as the Draenei.
Duke has now entered the realm of God, and in theory he should also prepare some fanatical believers to worship him. After all, in the future he may be like Elune, and need priests to spread his beliefs.
Perhaps the power of faith, which is mentioned in many novels before time travel, will be a necessity.
Although Duke understood the significance of these guys' existence, he was afraid of dealing with fanatics.
"Yes, I'm just Mark Dooku, a small wizard who is responsible for delivering letters and serving as an outpost."
With this thought in mind, Duke immediately switched to "secret observation" mode.
At this time, several huge figures blocked the team.
Leading the way was a burly Draenei wearing heavy armor - Shield of Velen, the Prophet's personal guard.
"For safety reasons, only two people can meet the prophet" is succinct and to the point.
Thomas was keenly aware that he, the so-called envoy, was not the focus of the other party. It was obvious that the scene of Duke planting the flag just now stunned the Draenei. In fact, not only Thomas felt this way, even Yrel found that many eyes were focused on Duke.
Yrel smiled innocently and said, "I will wait outside. After Prophet Velen summons you, if you still need me, I will be at your service at any time."
"Thank you, Iriel." Thomas and Duke both gave a friendly smile.
Led by the Shield of Velen , Thomas and Duke walked over slowly.
As he walked, Thomas used small movements to tidy up his clothes and armor, which he had already tidied several times. Duke heard Thomas muttering quietly: "I am now representing the face of the Alliance..."
The two men approached.
Velen didn't originally live in Shattrath City.
Velen used to live in Karabor Temple. Duke still remembers the first time he saw Karabor Temple in the game before crossing over - above the glimmering sky, bright stars surrounded the bright moon, shrouding this vast land in eternal twilight. Karabor Temple is located between the vast sea and the dim plains of Shadowmoon Valley.
Unfortunately, the Temple of Karabor had already fallen in the war between the Draenei and the Orcs.
In the original history, when Ner'zhul was still the Warchief, he once again opened a rift to other worlds in the Temple of Karabor, which resulted in the explosion of Draenor.
In this life, Ner'zhul knelt directly in Karazhan.
According to the information previously sent back by Kael'thas:
After the orcs lost Ner'zhul, the temple was occupied by the pit lord Magtheridon. Then, when Illidan was beaten up by Arthas in Northrend and returned to Outland, he colluded with Magtheridon, and the Temple of Karabor became Illidan's lair.
By the way, since it was occupied by the orcs, the Temple of Karabor has been renamed the Black Temple.
The homeless Velen could only stay in Shattrath City for the time being.
Duke began to look closely at this super charlatan, Velen .
Seriously, no matter how many times Duke sees the Draenei, especially the Draenei men, he can easily confuse them with demons.
After all, they share the same origin. The Draenei called themselves Draenei after they split from the Eredar.
It is hard to imagine that within the same race, there can be both the Draenei, an extremely bright race, and the Eredar, an extremely evil race.
Velen was very old, even for a draenei with a near-eternal lifespan, he looked very old. Compared to the light blue skin of Yrel the Hoof, Velen's skin was more of a deep blue-purple.
Because of the extremely long white eyebrows, the long beard that grew to the belly button, and the four long blue whiskers on the chin that looked like cow tails, for a moment Duke thought he was seeing a lobster man or something.
Well, the tentacles and whiskers are amazing.
Velen's white robe was decorated with intricate embroidery with a red background and gold edges, and decorated with noble and elegant purple. It also had a huge backing that was taller than his head and looked like four torches. He looked... well, even more of a charlatan.
Duke doesn't care about these fancy things.
However, when Duke looked at Velen , he was suddenly shocked.
At first, Velen's gaze was extremely peaceful, and even felt like the sun, which gently shone on every living being for countless years, months, days, and months.
The deep gaze filled with wisdom and a sense of trance that can easily see through all illusions.
However, the next moment, the eternal peace on Velen's face disappeared, and was replaced by a fleeting look of shock and anger, which was even more frightening when compared with the tranquility just a moment ago.
"you..."
Even if Velen only said one word, it was enough to alert the Shield of Velen and the garrison officers.
In less than a tenth of a breath, they had already drawn the weapons at their waists, and several Shields of Velen had raised large shields and stood in front of Velen.
Everything happened so fast that Thomas was caught off guard.
No one expected that the next moment, both Velen and Mark, who was controlled by Duke, raised their right hands at the same time to stop them.
"It's okay!" It was Velen who spoke.
"Have I been seen through?" Duke smiled bitterly.
Velen then made a gesture, and all the guards dispersed. He turned around and bowed slightly to Duke: "Please forgive these children. In the past long years, Kil'jaeden has never given up hunting down the Draenei. He hates me even more. So there has never been a lack of assassination incidents around me."
"I understand." Duke replied calmly, "I have my own difficulties. Can you keep what you saw a secret for me?"
"sure."
After receiving Velen's reply, Duke turned around and faced the confused Thomas: "Sorry, brother Thomas, I am actually the official envoy to visit Shattrath City this time. I have no choice but to receive a secret order from the highest level of the Alliance. This is a secret order from Lord Edmund Duke, the commander of the Alliance. Please check it."
Duke handed Thomas a very formal document.
Of course the official document was real, but it was just made by Duke when he was controlling Mark to take a defecation last night.
"Thomas, you have fulfilled your duties well. Go down and rest. Let me discuss the matter with Lord Velen ."
After sending the weird-looking Thomas away, Duke faced Velen one-on-one.
"Okay, let's get straight to the point."
Duke wasn't surprised at all that Velen could see through him.
It turns out that Velen is an Eredar. This magical race not only has extremely high intelligence, but also has talents in the soul and the application of various energies that other races can only look up to.
Duke could fool passers-by and get their hooves, but he could never fool Velen.
It is estimated that Velen has seen through at a glance that Mark Dooku in front of him has no soul. Considering the elemental line that runs from outside the city of Shattrath to the forehead of the "man" in front of him, it would be weird if Velen still didn't understand that this Mark was just a puppet.
Duke estimated that Velen also used some special means of backtracking to find out that he was a demigod or something. It was amazing that even though Velen did so much, Duke still didn't feel touched by Karazhan's defense system or his own mental perception.
This method is also amazing.
Really, we should not underestimate the heroes of the world?
At this time, Vilen spoke. The four lobster-like tentacles on his chin made Duke feel a little annoyed. Does this count as sticking four blue dicks on the chin?
"I didn't see through everything, but I guessed it was you. Well, distinguished guest, what should I call you?"
"Just call me Mark Dooku. However, the agreement I reached with you will be sent to you in the form of an official document from Glory Hold within three days." Duke was still very careful. He did not doubt the loyalty of Velen and his men, but the Burning Legion's means of gathering intelligence often had nothing to do with loyalty.
Any detail can be deliberated and a lot of things can be calculated in turn.
Mark Dooku was not suitable to be exposed at this time. Without direct video and first-hand information, Duke, who could not leave Azeroth, could only command blindly.
When Velen heard Duke's words, there was an obvious look of relief on his face.
The situation of the Draenei is very bad. It can be said that it has not been good in the past thirty years. Recently, with Illidan becoming the king of Outland, the situation of the Draenei has further deteriorated.
Velen had contact with the Alliance on the alien planet Azeroth. In his eyes, the Alliance, which had fought hard with the old tribe and beat them into a pulp, and was determined to fight against the Burning Legion, was the most natural ally of the Draenei.
He was confident that he could convince any top leader of the Alliance, but the problem was that if he couldn't even meet them, he would be desperate!
Kael'thas took good care of the Draenei, but he sent a detachment of his troops to Shattrath City, and he himself ran to the Draenei's spaceship. The Draenei's retreat is important, but Shattrath City is also the key.
The most troublesome thing was that Velen learned something bad from the astrologer who had defected to them - Prince Kael'thas, who seemed very powerful, had no say in that powerful alliance.
the Alliance is a union of countries of different races. The foundation of the Alliance is the kingdom, so each king or leader will have a certain degree of say. The largest number of kingdoms are humans, who are the core race of the Alliance.
Above all the kings is the commander-in-chief jointly elected by kings of various countries, that is Edmund Duke, the human wizard from Stormwind.
Velen was very happy that the Alliance was centered around the Church of the Light, which also believed in the Holy Light. But then the problem arose. There was only one king named Calia Menethil who believed in the Holy Light. In Kael'thas's words, Calia was almost a mascot.
Most of the power in the Alliance lies in the hands of its mage and warrior leaders.
What else can Velen do? He is in a difficult situation too!
Due to the inconvenience of transportation and communication difficulties, Velen barely knew from the astrologer's sometimes-ineffective magic transmission that the Alliance and the so-called New Horde had begun an expedition to Draenor. He also heard that the one coming was the king of Stormwind. Velen felt both happy and nervous.
Velen had prepared a lot of materials for the Alliance's arrival. Originally, Velen was very happy to be able to connect with Varian. But after he traced his soul back and found out that the master of the puppet was actually the only demigod in the Alliance, Velen was so excited that his hands were shaking.
"Although we are unable to have a face-to-face communication due to the circumstances, I am still extremely grateful to His Excellency Edmund Duke, the commander-in-chief of the Alliance, for his attention."
"I'm sorry I can't come in person."
"Then, before we formally meet, I would like to show you something," the elder draenei whispered. He stretched his body and floated up.
The prophet always remained about ten centimeters above the intricate and gorgeous ground patterns of Shattrath City. He approached Mark and tried to press his palm on Mark's forehead.
"I'm sorry for this action, but it is necessary to achieve telepathic transmission," said the Prophet.
Duke was curious: "Is it about Argus? Or is it the historical materials of your time as one of the three great eredar?"
"Ugh." Velen was shocked.
The lei is crispy on the outside and tender on the inside.
You have to know that at this point in time, the contact between the Draenei and the Alliance was extremely one-sided. Many Alliance leaders had never even seen a living Draenei. They had only seen the fragments of the magic mirror sent by Kael'thas. In addition, there were not many Eredar who appeared in the Burning Legion. Even Archimonde's appearance had changed a lot under the influence of the fel energy.
Most of the Alliance simply couldn't associate the bat-winged Burning Legion demons with the Draenei. And the ones they were fighting on the front line were still their old rivals, the evil orcs.
Who knew Duke would reveal Velen's background right from the start.
That's not all.
There are even more amazing things below.
"Don't be surprised. I once traveled back to 10,000 years ago through Nozdormu, the bronze dragon king who controls time in Azeroth. There was a small mistake that time, and I got mixed up with the Burning Legion. I faced Kil'jaeden himself. I also knew about the grudge between Kil'jaeden and you and your people. Therefore, in the fight against the Burning Legion, our interests are absolutely the same. If there is no big problem, I will invite the Draenei to join on behalf of the Alliance."
Wait a minute!
Happiness came so suddenly that Velen was completely overwhelmed.
Over the past 25,000 years, the Draenei have been hunted down, defeated over and over again. They were no match for the Burning Legion, and when they came to Draenor, they were beaten by the orcs again. After they defeated the orcs, Illidan continued to beat them.
In the eyes of many Alliance leaders, the Draenei are scum. They have a small population and weak combat power.
In Kael'thas's report, he only mentioned that helping the Draenei could gain an advantage in the war on Draenor, after all, the enemy of my enemy is my ally. He never mentioned inviting the Draenei to join.
Well, Duke came up and said, 'Dude, don't even think about it, our alliance and you are destined to be brothers.'
It was as if Velen had prepared for today's big test for years, memorized countless books, and imagined countless possibilities, but Duke just said, "No time to explain, get in the car!"