All days are not good, especially when you are full of hope, you are likely to get a bad time, but let the years go by, you will find that in fact, those years have taught you a lot, anyway, there is no point of time that is meaningless, remember that. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

High priest Isana stood on the large platform in the Aldo Heights with her staff in hand, and she looked up at the sky quietly.

Draenor is already a broken world, where there is no hope, but there is no despair, everything hovers between hope and despair, just as the world itself, stopped on the path of total destruction, and can never reach the rebirth of hope.

It's a half-dead world.

Ishana had known this for a long time, but in her memory, Draenor used to be a beautiful place, just like her distant hometown of Argus, when she was young, she would always play with her parents in Argus's city square, with other children, beautiful pigeons flying in the air, in the world of blue crystal towers, everything was so beautiful, so... It's desirable.

The white dove in the air soared freely, crossing Isana's eyes, making her face that did not look old with a trace of long-lost happiness, but the next moment, the good memories and the white dove turned into smoke together, making Isanna stunned in place, in front of her eyes, there was only a piece of starlight, that was the only thing she was familiar with.

That was the lonely world, the only connection with Argus.

That... The same is no longer a young starry sky.

Astrologers can get information about the future from the evolution of the stars, and Lord Viren was once the best astrologer of the Draenei, and Isana was the second best, so after Lord Viren and his soldiers set out on the road to save Narumuru, Isanna became the leader of the Delaneei in Draenor.

The burden was a bit of a pant for breath, but at least in the City of Light, Shattrath, at least here, the powerful and wise Adar guarded the last hope, and the council of the Narus was able to survive the Orc massacre more than a decade ago.

It was also because of them, as the world of Draenor was about to end, that Shattrath was saved, even though it was in ruins.

Refugees from all races gathered here, ogres, ravens, breakers, and cunning ethereals, people of different faiths and living habits, it was like a disaster, but they survived, and in the face of despair, many things can be discarded, but there are also many things that cannot be abandoned.

For example, hatred for orcs!

It was the orcs who destroyed this world, they were seduced by demons, they ruined their own world, and they destroyed the world of these refugees, and when the cursed code set by Grand Karcist Gul'dan blocked the elements of the entire world, and attracted evil energy and demons to invade, this world... There was no more hope.

Isana also hated the hateful stupid, irascible, and savage orcs, but they were gone, and the bloodthirsty butchers, who still lived in Draenor, were the "clean" orcs who had returned to the elemental faith, to be precise, had never received magical powers, and even the refugees resented the simple orcs, so the city refused to allow orcs to enter.

Isana sighed, the starry sky has not changed tonight, it means that the difficult years are not far away, her eyes turned to the distance on the ground, the new master from the Outlands, the powerful demon hunter Illidan's Ilidarre and Naga coalition have blocked all the roads of Shattrath, this is the 43rd day, no one knows what those demon hunters, armed breakers, and fierce Naga want to do, but anyone who tries to escape will be forcibly sent back to Shatrath, and even, lose their lives.

So, now, the whole city was filled with the smell of war and despair, and Isanna still had hope, because Lord Viren had a letter to him, and although it was not known how the letter had reached Shattrath across the distance of two worlds, Isanna had learned from that letter.

Lord Viren has found another place for the Draenei, and with the help of a ruler with great power and a noble soul, the Draenei can start a new life there.

Of course, as a high-level astrologer who followed Viren from the world of Argus, Isana also read another exciting fact from that letter, Lord Viren found hope... Return to Argus and destroy those who rebel, and even defeat the Burning Legion, hope!

It's an exciting fact, but it's not that simple right now, and the Draenei won't be able to go anywhere, at least until they're repelled from these Illidares.

However, at the moment when she turned around and was about to go to rest, a meteor streaked across the sky, which attracted Isana's attention, but she didn't pay much attention to it, because meteors falling to the ground are very common in broken Draenor, and the world barrier of this world has been destroyed by the world explosion, and any wandering celestial body can enter this world at will.

And these celestial bodies don't have much of an impact on the stars.

But just as Isana cheered up and recalculated the stars, there was a hint of shock on her lilac face... appeared.

At this moment, in the dark starlight of Draenor, a Sindore elf in golden armor was striding towards the edge of Shattrath City, where a ruined bridge led to the city's Hall of Light, and behind the handsome Sindore elves were two silent demon hunters.

Less than 500 meters behind them were the elite of the Shattered Ones, rearmed to the teeth by Illidan, these twisted draenei who had lost their will had been rallied by demon hunters in the name of revenge, and they had found new value in the battle against demons, and now, these poor bastards, who had once been weak as worms in the Outlands, were one of the craziest armies under Illidan's command.

Under the orders of the Shattered Grand Overseer, they can sustain near-total casualties, and the rest of their twisted lives seem to be spent in the name of revenge.

One of the Night Elves, the other is also the Sindore Elves, they are shirtless, their topless bodies, dark green magic patterns are wrapped around their bodies, and their emaciated faces are covered with black stripes, which look gloomy and solemn, Illidare, this is the elite army formed by Illidan after arriving in the Outlands, and the avengers who have completely lost everything in the demonic invasion will be absorbed into this unit.

Only one in ten of them will survive the difficult transformation and the erosion of demonic energy, but those who survive will become the most powerful and sharp knives against demons, just like Illidan, and these guys also showed their qualities when they eliminated the demons of Draenor.

Insidious, vicious, and using all means to kill demons, never relentless, it is precisely because of their "hard" work that Illidan's work to clean up the Outlands goes very smoothly, at least after placing the original Lord of the Outlands under house arrest, Illidan has become the true master of this broken world.

No one knew what he wanted to do, not even the demons, because the struggle for power and profit was not uncommon in the chaotic demon group, and Illidan was already considered to be soft.

But what does Illidan really want to do?

Hehe, no one knows...

"I'm here to see your leader, Adar!"

In his characteristic arrogant tone, the Sindore Elf raised his head to the Draenei garrison in front of him and said, these two strong Draenei people looked at the Sindore Elf in front of them viciously, they were fully armed, and their armor was full of traces of battle, they didn't believe in the demon's lackey in front of them, Illidan was rude to clean up the outer lands, and it was inevitable that they would be injured by mistake, and these accidental injuries were the source of hatred between the two sides.

And the siege weapons behind them that were powered by evil energy, as well as those fierce and silent soldiers, all made this audience feel a little unkind.

As is always the case, force distorts a lot of things, and peace is only a wait between two wars.

In the past, Garcios would have picked up his weapon and killed the two impolite bastards in front of him, but as Illidan's envoy and the person on Quel'Salas's secret mission, he could only suppress his anger now, and patiently explained to the angry Draenei garrison in front of him,

"That's enough, don't look at me like a villain, I brought a secret order from Lord Illidan, understand? An order for the survival of Shattrath, so you'd better take me there!"

At other times, this kind of meeting between the two sides would not have attracted the attention of the refugees who lived in the city, but now it is different, the army of the demon hunters has been besieging the city for more than a month, and the refugees have long been restless, and anything will be enlarged, and in this uneasy moment, when Illidan's envoy appeared at the gate of Shattrath, it was very soon, the refugees got the news.

It's going to war! Illidan is going to destroy Shattrath!

So, in the few minutes that Gacios and the garrison officer confronted, hundreds of strong refugees with weapons in their hands rushed to the gate and stood with the two isolated garrison officers, and at this moment, the hatred of the entire Shattrath was enveloped in them.

It was a common hatred between the different races, the Raven and the Ogre standing together, the Breaker and the Draenei together, all with anger on their faces, anger that could not be concealed, and Garcios was not afraid of that, for both in the war of Azeroth and in the war of the Outlands, the losers had such expressions.

Gasios enjoyed his time when he followed Lord Dick on his expedition to Mount Hyjal and killed those demonic minions in the Outlands, but now, the Sindore Elves took a step back, and the refugees were in front of them, not warriors.

"Enough!"

Sindore Demon Hunter stepped forward, the sharp blade in his hands was already in his hand, this was the same fierce moon blade as the Ashinos Blade in Illidan's hand, the standard weapon of the Demon Hunters, it was difficult to use, but the extremely powerful xenomorph weapon, Sindore's face was cold, full of some kind of heartfelt irritability,

"If I were you, I would choose to retreat, you are not warriors, and don't be delusional to do what a warrior can do, retreat!

The dark green energy wrapped around Sindore, and was then stopped by Garcios.

"Alright, Kane, don't scare them. ”

The Night Elf Demon Hunter on the other side also grinned, revealing a strange smile,

"I can smell their fears, seemingly firm, but in reality, weak messes, just need to kill one of them... Or two, and they'll scatter. ”

Garcios didn't like to go on missions with these grim demon hunters, they were like a bunch of saboteurs, but he had a mission on him that forced him to settle down and negotiate with these stubborn guys.

"I won't set foot in your city until Adar makes a decision, but be careful... My patience is limited!"

In the darkness of the night, the light in Garcios's hand was warm and eye-catching, and the same power as Naruadar calmed the faces of the Draenei's garrisons, one of whom stopped the restlessness of the refugees behind him, while the other stepped forward and put away his weapons.

"I've got to make sure, do you have good intentions, or do you have bad intentions?"

Garcios's eyebrows furrowed,

"Of course it's the kind you've always dreamed of... Go and inform Adal, I'll be "patient" and wait. ”