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The wind whined, and the bitter northeast wind, blowing out of the ocean of the Endless Sea, swept swiftly across Durontar.

Loose robes flutter in the wind, strong legs and solid hooves grip the ground delicately.

Wei Lun's eyes looked into the distance, looking at this desolate red land.

This is a strange world, and after so many years of wandering, they have once again come to a world.

As a person who has lived for tens of thousands of years and has a long lifespan, a world cannot arouse his emotion.

For countless years, he has seen too many worlds, and in the entire universe, many worlds have left his footprints.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the spaceship that had already broken half of its body not far away.

The ship was scarred, purple crystals, mostly damaged, some of the amethysts were covered with cracks, and the hazy light that should have emanated from them had lost its former brilliance.

It's called Eszoda, it's a powerful satellite storm fortress, it's a spaceship capable of navigating the twisted void, it's the life of the Draenei, it has saved the endangered Draenei more than once, and has allowed them to escape the trap time and time again.

It is no longer their tool, but their most reliable and faithful companion.

With a flick of his hooves, Veron walked towards Eszoda step by step.

Looking at a busy Delaney, a faint smile hung on Velon's face.

The snow-white beard trembled. A whole new world. It's not just Velon's joy. The other Draenei were also happy.

Essoda can achieve self-sufficiency and meet the survival requirements of the Draenei, but above Essoda, you can never see the sky, you can not feel the wind, and the sea that constantly rolls up waves.

"Enemy attack!" A shrill siren sounded.

Buzz Buzz!!!!!!

Essoda unleashed a loud noise, which caught Veron's attention, and a black dot swirled in the sky,

That's not a beast. Wei Lun instantly gave a definition in his heart.

Beasts don't get so athletic. Deliberately avoid distance.

"It's an orc, and above that riding beast is an orc," a loud roar rang out not far away.

Immediately, a chain reaction was triggered, and one roar after another continued to be heard in Essoda.

With a tightening of his hand, a cold light flashed in Wei Lun's eyes.

He was a peace-loving man who worked towards this goal throughout his long life.

But for the orcs, he hated it incomparably in his heart.

In the course of his long life. There are many orcs remembered, but what really impressed him. But there were only two orcs, Durotan and Orgrim.

Remember those two young men, full of energy, desperate for honor.

At the beginning, Wei Lun was full of good feelings for the two of them and warmly entertained them, but their repayment was the real reason why Wei Lun remembered them.

Tymor, a city of Draenei, he was the first city to entertain orcs and the first city to be destroyed by an orc attack.

Durotan personally killed the original life-saving benefactor, led the Frostwolf Clan, and set foot on this beautiful and peaceful city.

Bursts of memories swirled in Viron's mind.

"How's Essoda's repair going?" The appearance of the orcs gave Wei Lun a bad premonition in his heart, and the joy of discovering the new world disappeared cleanly. 、

After coming to Eszoda's side, he asked a Draenei.

The Delaney who was questioned by Velen was taller than Velon, with a strong body and heavy armor.

The armor is not bright, and if you look closely, you can clearly see that there are some fine cracks on the armor.

This is the armor that has been broken, an armor that has not been repaired for a long time.

"The restoration work has been going on, it's not going well, we lack resources," said the Draenei in a low tone after saluting to Velon, with a bitter face.

"Yes, we lack resources," Veron said with an outstretched arm, his palm on the shoulders of the draenei, and continued; "Hold on, at least let our partner fly for a short time,"

"Hmm," the Draenei nodded. 、

He also heard the roar just now, and the presence of orcs here proves the danger here.

Those bloodthirsty orcs were enemies they hated, but they were also enemies they couldn't match.

Clenched his fist tightly, then slowly released, and he began to direct the repair work again.

The life of the Draenei is incomparably long, and they are a long-lived race, compared to the higher elves or night elves, and the dwarves, the life span of the Draenei is even longer.

Veron, he already has a lifespan of tens of thousands of years, from the beginning of the Burning Legion in ancient times, not long after it was formed, to now sweeping the universe, he has already existed.

No one has yet counted how many years the Draenei can live, but the Draenei have seen the old dead from their own records, and know that there is a limit to their lifespan.

The war between the Draenei and the orcs has been going on for more than twenty years, and it has been a generation for the orcs.

The younger generation of orcs has long forgotten about jì, and the older generation of orcs is not so impressed.

But for the long-lived Draenei, more than twenty years, he is just a short moment, and if he is replaced by the algorithm of orcs and humans, it will be a few months or a year at most.

Hate, every Draenei is full of hatred for orcs.

"Those damn green-skinned beasts are coming, and this time we're not going to back down, we're going to fight, we're going to fight them," a Draenei man. Stand on a high point. against his own people. A loud roar shouted.

His fingers kept pointing to the swirling black dots in the sky, calling out to his people over and over again.

Wei Lun looked at this scene, his slender tail curled, his hooves moved, and he strode over.

Don't look at him old, but his body is still strong, and his voice is extremely loud, instantly muffling the shouts of the other Draenei.

"My people. Once again, the crisis has come,"

"Orcs, this ignorant and vicious race, they are above the sky, and soon their army will come, tell me, people, your choice?"

Fight! Fight! Fight!!!!

The wild shouts continued to converge together, forming a deafening roar.

Golden light. Emerge from Velon's body, under the soles of his feet. composed of a ray of light.

"No, for our escape, the clansmen have sacrificed countless times in exchange for our survival."

"Tens of thousands of years ago, a race called Eredar was born, they are an extremely intelligent race, and they have a natural connection to magic, and with these talents, they have built a large and magical kingdom."

"The rich and beautiful empire has developed quietly, countless years have passed, they have evolved three major leaders, for the sake of power and knowledge, two of them they chose to betray, they threw themselves into the arms of Sargeras, they were transformed into demons, and there are some people, who do not want to be huge and evil creatures, so they choose to leave, they call themselves draenei,"

"For thousands of years, the Draenei have been hunted down by the Burning Legion of Sargeras, forced to flee from world to world again and again, and their people have continued to die, but they have never lost hope,"

"Because they firmly believe that they are the continuation of the race, and with them, the race will not become extinct."

"We're going to live, not just for ourselves, but for the sake of the dead people, for the sake of the Draenei," Velen shouted with his hands raised in the air.

"For the Draenei!"

"For the Draenei!"

"For the Draenei!"

Firm shouts sounded one after another, and a look of pain appeared in Wei Lun's eyes, looking at his people, he didn't know how many people he had this time who were able to successfully escape.

For thousands of years, the group of people who fled with him have not been left with death.

As a long-lived race, they should not have died, but bloody battles have deprived them of their lives.

And the new generation of Delaney, there are very few.

Extermination, the current Draenei are on the verge of extinction.

Like all long-lived races, the Draenei are infertile.

In normal times, in a year, not many new people are born.

In the world of Draenor, it was the longest time for the Draenei to recuperate, and for the first time, the number of clansmen multiplied to six figures, and all of them developed in a good direction.

But after the Great War, the Draenei suffered a heavy blow, and not only threw away this long-term reproduction, but also paid a lot for themselves.

From more than 100,000 people, there are now more than 30,000 left.

War, the two words are like a talisman in his heart, he doesn't dare to fight, and he can't fight, just these people, if they fight, the Delaney people will be wiped out.

Looking in the direction in the sky where the orcs had left, Velon's heart ached.

This time, the Delaney people have really stepped into the abyss.

"Kilgardan," Velonn whispered in a low voice.

At this time, he remembered the man who cared for him like a brother before Sargeras appeared.

Fate, from today to an unpredictable danger zone, the future of the Draenei, no one knows.

No, maybe those bronze dragons who were hiding in the Cave of Time and even the Burning Legion invaded, and they didn't react at all, knew how the timeline of the future had changed.

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