"Ishana!" Velon's voice raised, and the light dissipated into the air like a docile stream of water. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Benny presses Sylvanas' weapon. The mages dispersed the arcane in their hands.

"The last time I was reprimanded, I was just a young man like you." Velon's tone returned to calm. "After I was blessed---- I mean to be able to see the visions that portended something, it took me a long time to rationally figure out the correct and useful pictures from those illusions. I still remember the first vision I saw, the Burning Legion was overwhelming, the green flames of the sky were tearing through the sky, and worlds were destroyed with a wave of a hand. So, treating these images with detachment can prevent me from going crazy with them. And you, a young incredible patron of the Light, have been able to face it all in stride. Velun sighed suddenly, the priest behind him had not seen the prophet show so much emotion in many years. Maybe you're right, reality is what matters, and if I ignore it, how can I navigate the future? "He has lived for too long, so long that he has fallen into the 'inertia' of life, and he has neglected many things.

"Ishana, convene the three-man consul, we have very important matters to discuss." Veron turns to Benny. "Tomorrow, we'll have a discussion about it, and I'll invite you there."

Benny stood up and bowed deeply. Velen smiled and helped him up.

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The Prophet Velon, who often fell into long meditations, was born the Council of Bishops, which slowly became the supreme authority of the Draenei, overseeing all the day-to-day affairs of the Draenei, and they were called the 'hands of the Prophets'. However, after the Burning Legion invaded Draenor and bewitched the orcs, Archbishop Ossar, who was in charge of the scholarly class, rebelled, and Archbishop Hataru, who was in charge of Draenei technology, was assassinated by him, and Archbishop Maladal of the dead witnessed the destruction of Auginny and fell into madness. Archbishop Nelly, who was in charge of the Ranger class, was killed in battle, and Archbishop Akama, the garrison, was missing. The Council of Bishops was completely destroyed in the battle and fell silent, and although the Draenei almost immediately elected a new successor, the positions of the Archbishops remained vacant except for the new garrison Archbishop Onara and Archbishop Isana of Aldo, and in order to maintain the daily affairs of the Draenei, the three people with the highest prestige were elected from among the garrisons to form a three-member consul: Porus, Culus, and Isom. They took over the administrative responsibilities of the original Council of Bishops and made the surviving Draenei even more militarized.

The prophet Velon, on the other hand, is not responsible for specific government affairs, he just grasps the overall direction of the Delaney. This time he personally received Benny because of the Naru mark on his head and the 'fog' on his body that he couldn't see through.

Benny, on the other hand, saw only the prophet Velon, the high priest of Aldo, and Marrad, the high ranking of the garrison. None of the three consuls have been met, and tomorrow is destined to be another war of words, and it will not be easy to convince these draenei to go to Azeroth. So he was ready for a long stay before he came here.

"Those draenei, they look like some kind of demon I've seen in the books." Sylvanas handed Isa a steak and looked at Benny. "It's just that the skin color is different."

"In a sense, they're the same race." Benny got up and looked out the window, the Draenei busily staring at the huge pillar of light on the Dome of Light. "Some turn to the darkness, others face the light."

"Is this all that the Light tells you?" Sylvanas grew more and more curious about the power that Quel'Salas had once overlooked.

"Sort of." Benny touched the tattoo on his forehead, worried about Kaisha, who had been silent since she came here.

"What are you worried about?" Sylvanas walked up to him and looked out the window, a huge light shining from the universe. The feeling of warmth is never parted. "Those mysterious Naru are indeed the embodiment of the Light, as you say, and even I can feel their boundless power."

"yes, boundless." Benny sighed. "I persuaded an immortal, but I seemed to be lost. Not even they could defeat the Burning Legion, and it seemed like all I was doing was just a dying struggle. ”

Veron's words brought back memories of his previous life, and no one, not even Velon, knew how powerful the Burning Legion really was. Sargeras, Lord of the Void, even Akmund and Kilgardan, can easily destroy a planet. There are also those who are adept at using psychic magic to demagogue, who are good at disguising the pervasive Dreadlords, powerful Abyss Lords, and endless low-level demons, and they even possess evil technology far beyond Azeroth. And Azeroth, counting those black technologies, is only barely reaching the level of technology in the 19th century in the previous life. The supernatural powers in his hands are not powerful, and if it weren't for the seemingly inexplicable restrictions that made it difficult for powerful demons to come to Azeroth, this world would have ceased to exist a long time ago! And the power he currently has in his hands is extremely difficult to even annihilate the Scourge Legion. The combination of magic and technology is the only visible way forward for the foreseeable future, but ---- the world's technological development is unlikely to be able to fight the Burning Legion in just over a decade.

Benny turned his head, and Sylvanas looked out the window, her pointed ears trembling slightly, indicating that her master was not as calm as she seemed.

"I'm not like you are a Buddha who knows everything." Sylvanas looked out the window and muttered to herself. "But I always thought you would never fail. You are a gift from the Light to Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas, all say so. ”

The corners of Benny's mouth were hooked, and his palms were slightly forced, not letting the warmth run away.

"Did I tell you about my dreams?"

Sylvanas didn't answer, her heart beating so fast that her mind seemed to be foggy.

"I, ah, when I first came to this world, I was very confused." Benny stared at the slightly quivering tip of his ear, wondering what a treasure it was. "Because the world is dangerous, so dangerous that I may not even know what is going on, and I am already dying. Later, I was allowed to study in the church, and I didn't sleep all night of excitement. Because I know that there is a power in this world, and people call it the Light. A power that no human praise can describe! (To be continued.) )