"Mr. Nouri, there is your letter!"

A Night Elf girl riding a bighorn deer threw a letter in the mailbox in front of the treehouse, and the child with the garland on his head shouted to the people in the house, and then grabbed the horns of the bighorn deer, urging her companion to carry her to the other side, where there were still many letters to be delivered in the backpack behind the bighorn deer.

This little girl is the postman in the elven town of Mount Hyjal, and every Monday, she has to pick up all the letters in the town from the post office in Mount Hyjal, and then deliver them within 2 days, and then use the remaining 2 days to collect the letters written by the townspeople, and then deliver them to the post office on Friday.

Azeroth's postal system is a god-like system, it has appeared as early as the era of the Troll Empire, the Elven Empire inherited that system, and then grew, and eventually spread to the whole world, the postal system is a huge force independent of countries and civilizations, they do not participate in any political activities, just do their part.

According to the statistics of the mages of Dalaran, there are nearly 600,000 people in the entire Azeroth who serve the postal system, and only such a large number of employees can ensure the operation of the postal system of the whole world, and it is said that the mysterious blue dragons are maintaining the operation of the system, they will use strange magic systems to deliver different letters to different regional post offices.

Becoming a postman is a good career choice, and the postal system is not bad, and they equip postmen in different regions with different means of transportation, such as the trainee postman in Mount Hyjal, the little girl was given a lively, brave, and beautiful bighorn deer as a mount, and on the federal side, it is said that the postmen would deliver letters on cool single-person motorcycles.

And the most legendary is the hinterland of the Northrend continent, where the postman's mounts of those dragons are young dragons!

It has to be said that although the vast majority of people in the world of Azeroth have used mail services, few people pay attention to the hard work of the postmen, and people know little about this mysterious system, but it exists and is mysterious.

"Smack"

After a few minutes, the door to the treehouse, which was quite dark elf-style, was opened, and Nuri rubbed his eyes. Veren glanced out, then bent down to pick up the letter at his feet, this secluded Draenei is the most unique resident of the Night Elf town, he rarely goes out, but the elves who live here know that this Draenei is a warm-hearted person.

He occasionally shared snacks with the children, and helped the elves who had come to embrace the culture of the outside world to fix simple mechanical gadgets, such as pocket watches, such as the ore radio that had only recently appeared in Hyjal.

But few people know that beneath Nouri's gentle and kind exterior lies a vicissitudes and gloomy soul, who is not as young as he seems, nor as happy as he seems.

In his treehouse, Nouri sat in his chair and opened the letter in his hand, and after the first glance, the Draenei's brow furrowed.

"Mr. Nouri:"

"It's gratifying to see that you've integrated into life in Azeroth and found your purpose in life, and that's certainly what your father wanted."

"And your recent cooperation with the Dark Alliance, we also see it, the world thinks that the victory of the Dark Alliance in the stars is due to the desperate gamble of the Warlocks and Demon Hunters, as well as their good luck, but we know very well that all this is inseparable from the key information you have given, and you are the founder of this hard-won victory."

"We know exactly what your partnership with the Dark Alliance is for, but with all due respect, relying on the Dark Alliance's weak power, it will take too much time for you to achieve your goal among the stars, and it will be difficult for them to do what you want them to do, so don't waste any more time."

"Three days from the shores of Al Shara, at midnight, towards the brightest stars in the sky of the Endless Sea, in that direction you will see our Messenger, who will bring you a hope and a mission."

"We know what you want!"

"Hometown, you want to use your hometown to evoke the glory and courage in the hearts of your clansmen, and we will give you this opportunity!"

"But remember! If you choose to accept this hope, then that heavy mission will also weigh on your shoulders..."

"There's no need to guess who we are, you'll know when you see it."

"Also, let's think differently... If you can't find your way home in this strange world, why not let your home come to you? ”

"Huh"

After Nuri read the not-so-long letter, when he read the last word, a strange flame suddenly appeared on the envelope, and in the blink of an eye, the envelope burned out in the palm of Nuri's hand, the ashes, the flames, were cold, did not bring a trace of warmth, did not hurt Nuri even the slightest.

Very eerie scene.

And the letter was not signed, obviously, the person who wrote the letter did not want the letter to be seen by others, and this secretive style of acting allowed Nuri to probably guess who sent the letter.

He was a little hesitant to go to the appointment.

Nuri has been very close to the Illidarean Legion since he left the Draenei city of Shatar in Northrend, he did not hide his past identity from Illidan, and Illidan was not the kind of paladin who carried out absolute justice, and he became the "military advisor" of the Illidaret Legion after Nuri gave the phase coordinates of some Burning Legion strongholds to Illidan.

In recent times, Nuri has been busy in the Hyjal Mountains, working with the Dark Alliance in an attempt to carve out a new battlefield among the stars.

But the problem is that after carefully observing the strength of the Dark Alliance, Nuri is a little disappointed, Illidan's legion is very strong, but it is still a little powerless to help Nuri realize his wishes, even if he adds the entire Dark Alliance.

Nuri wants to reclaim the Draenei's home planet Argus from the demons, and that place is one of the strongholds of the Burning Legion, and there are too many demons there to count, even if the Dark Alliance is willing to help desperately, Nuri will not be able to take them there to die.

And at this moment, the letter appeared in Nouri's hands, and the force swore that they could help the Draenei make their wishes come true, which seemed like a big talk, but Nuri felt that if there was one force in Azeroth that could do all this, it would be the group of people who followed death.

He had seen the power and resources of those guys firsthand, and if it were them, Nuri could indeed give it a go.

But here's the problem...

The Darkblade guys were so inscrutable that Nuri feared that if he got into it, he would be part of another big conspiracy, and he hated it.

After 30 minutes, Nuri thought about it and finally decided to go to the appointment.

He carries on his father's legacy, and he must find the final piece of the puzzle for the missing souls of the Draenei, but he is not willing to give up any glimmer of hope.

This guy is a man who has crawled out of real hell, and there is nothing in this world for him to fear.

Nuri walked out of the treehouse with his big backpack on his back, and in the sun of Mount Hyjal, the draenei turned and locked the door, he looked at the key in his hand, and then put it on the window, he looked back at the quiet town in the sun, and he had a hunch in his heart that no matter what the outcome of this adventure was, he might not return here...

It's a pity that he still likes to come to this quiet place.

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Three days later, at midnight, on the shores of Aysara, Nuri, wearing a black cloak and carrying a traveling battle, looked at the gloomy sky speechlessly.

There is a strong wind on the surface of the sea of Aishara tonight, and it is clear that a great storm is about to descend here, and in such gloomy weather, there are no stars to be seen, but the undead who have their brains pumping out their brains have set the code of the joint to be "the brightest star in the night"...

What can I do?

Nuri's eyes widened helplessly, trying to see the starlight hidden above the clouds above the gloomy eye of the storm, but a prophet like his father, a top astrologer, could see the hidden starlight in such weather, Nuri was a warrior, he had no such talent and skill at all.

And just as the Draenei was scratching his ears and cheeks in a hurry, in the dark waters in front of him, a huge and deep shadow, like a giant beast in the deepest trench of the deep sea, was silently rising from the bottom of the sea.

A moment later, in a violent collision, in the black whirlpool filled with torrents, the terrifying dark battleship Sea Kingship, like a suspended iceberg, appeared in front of Nuri's eyes, and at that moment when bright thunder flashed through the sky, in the darkness that was briefly illuminated, on the bow of the battleship, a man wearing a black captain's uniform and holding a trident was looking at him condescendingly.

"Nouri. Viren? ”

The Sea Demon King Dai Lin looked at the Draenei who had put on a defensive posture in front of him, there was no special look in his eyes as cold as the sea, and seeing that Nuri nodded, Dai Lin waved his finger, and the battleship like an abyss beast extended out of the side of the ship made of wet and strange bones, reaching Nuri's feet.

"Come on! Or, turn away and take your name! ”

Dai Lin threw down a word, turned around on her trident, and disappeared on the deck like a phantom.

In the cold, stormy darkness, Nouri looked at the strange staircase in front of him, exuding the chill of death, he didn't hesitate for long, he grabbed the ladder made of wet bones, and in that cold perception, he quickly climbed up to the side of the Sea Kingship, which was nearly 35 meters high, and a ghost-like waiter appeared in front of him, the neatly dressed waiter opened the door to the dark cabin for him, and then made a "please" gesture.

Nuri stepped into it, and the next moment, the Sea Throne once again dived under the sea in the agitation of the sea, and the moment this ghost ship dived into the sea, all the storms on the entire Sea of Azhara, all the clouds and lightning, dissipated at this moment.

It's not that ghost ships always appear in gloomy storms, but when ghost ships appear, they are always accompanied by storms that destroy everything...

"Yo, you're a little late."

In one of the cabins of the ghost ship, when Nuri pushed the door open, he unexpectedly saw a real acquaintance.

Dressed in casual clothes, Deathlord Iriel was sorting out a large backpack, and when she turned around, she saw Nuri standing there, and the Hoof Girl smiled at the same kindred as she picked up the large backpack at her feet and threw it to Nuri.

"Take this!"

Irel handed a box to a bewildered Nuri, who took it in his hand, opened it, and the next moment, a green glow shone on his blue face, and the moment he saw it, Nuri frowned:

"It's... What the? ”

"Part of the Sagritan Keystone!"

Irel explains in short terms:

"You should have heard the legend of this stone in the Legion, our Great Lich told me that this thing can help you get back to Argus as quickly as possible, as long as you know how to use it, so in the next 3 days, you must master the use of this stone as quickly as possible, and then return to the world of Argus and hide there."

Hoof Girl picked up a letter with magic attached to it from the table next to her, and a ring, and handed it to her compatriot in front of her:

"And this, this is your mission, and your mission signal stone, when the stone is broken, you can open the letter, and then just do what the letter says."

"So, what the hell are you going me to do?"

Nuri looked at the green space stone in his hand, and he asked suspiciously:

"Can't you just throw me a strange object and let me go back to Argus to be on standby, I'm not undercover, I haven't been trained in this area, you don't even have to play dumb riddles for whatever I want me to do?"

"It's not that I don't tell you! Nouri. ”

Iril said solemnly:

"But I don't know, this letter was written by the Great Lord himself, and no one can open it unless the time comes, and I don't have time to explain it to you... A war is coming, and in Azeroth, it's a bitter one, and even we have to use all means to win. ”

Hoof raised her fist and thumped Nuri in the chest:

"Remember, you are the son of Viren! Present a little bit! ”

"And now, I'm going to go to war, and if all goes well, we might be able to meet again in Argus soon."