Fortunately, long before the expeditionary force set out from Azeroth, they were prepared for the possibility of encountering demons. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lothar nodded with satisfaction as he watched the soldiers sort out the fire resistance potions they had prepared earlier, but suddenly thought of the price that the goblins sold to him, and instantly felt a pain in his flesh.

As if to see Lothar's tangle, Khadgar patted Lothar on the shoulder.

By this time, Drunken Wind had already left the camp, and he was looking for any other reinforcements - although the Orcs had defeated the Draenei and the Carabord Temple had fallen, Drunkard felt that there were still Draenei who were still fighting.

It's a pity that after looking for a long time, the drunken wind has no gain.

"Are there really no Draenei here?" Drunken Wind was really a little depressed, "Just relying on the expeditionary force to fight, maybe it will really let Nao Zu succeed, then it will be a big trouble!" ”

Unwillingly, the drunken wind returned to the camp where the expeditionary force was temporarily stationed, and found Venucci: "Little one, are there any of your compatriots here?" ”

"I don't know." Venucci shook his head, "I could have told me the Light, but now I can't feel it. ”

Holy Light!

Drunken Wind rubbed Venucci's little head: "Venucci is awesome!" The Light can tell us! ”

Vinucci watched in confusion as Drunken Wind ran out excitedly, shook his head, and continued to tinker with his pendant and instrument.

As a result, the few chaplains of the expeditionary force were all transferred, and this group of priests who had nothing to do for the time being began to spread out in all directions to perform the most basic light magic according to Zuifeng's request.

This spell, which could only be used for lighting, shone like the sun in the Valley of Shadowmoon, where evil energy spread, and if it weren't for the restraint of Naozu, the orcs and demons in the Dark Temple might have rushed out.

After the priests had dispersed for a while, Drunken Wind finally found the person he wanted to see—the Draenei who had stayed nearby.

Drunken Wind pulls Khadgar over, uses arcane to resolve the communication barrier, and then begins to ask for support from the garrison officer in front of him.

"Your Excellency the Garrison, I am the drunken wind from Azeroth, and we want to crush the orc plot here - but they have summoned demons, and we need support, and I believe you draenei are our natural allies."

"Hello, I'm the garrison here, Ruel, and if what you say is true, I'd love to help you - but you know, my people are very weak, and I must make sure they are not deceived."

"In that case, I hope that Your Excellency the Garrison will inform Prophet Velon, that my mage friend is already certain that in seven days the orcs will summon a large number of demons to this world, this is cruel news, and I must unite every force."

"Very well, I would like to tell the Prophet."

The Draenei were stunned by the orc's surprise attack, but it was clear that their Light technology was still meritorious, and the garrison named Ruhl quickly contacted the Prophet Velon, who was told that Veron would be arriving with the Draenei - including the Breakers led by Nobundun, who had already embraced the way of the shaman.

After that, things became simpler, and three days later, Veron, who had arrived in a small spaceship, met with Venucci, and after smooth negotiations, joined forces with the expeditionary force.

"Grandpa Viren, this is the heart of anger!" Venucci handed over the red gem found in Oakington to Veron.

"Child, I see that in your hands, this gem plays a greater role." After taking the gem, Velons set it in a bracelet and handed it to Venucci, "May the Holy Light bless you." ”

"But didn't Grandpa say that anger makes warriors braver?" Vinucci didn't understand why Velen had given the gem to him.

"Silly boy, the Draenei are always brave enough in the fight against evil!"

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Drunken Feng, who thought that everything in the alliance work was over, wanted to go out fishing after the negotiations were completed, but he didn't expect to be stopped by Velon.

"Your name is Drunken Wind, aren't you?" Velen looked at the drunken wind kindly.

"Yes, hello, Your Excellency the Prophet." Drunken Wind nodded in agreement.

"Haha." Wei Lun showed a rare smile, "Don't be restrained, I'm really glad you came to me." ”

"The prophet prophesied about me?" Drunken Wind raised an eyebrow.

"No, it's not." Veron shook his head, "I foresaw too much destruction, but some of it was stopped by a mysterious figure. ”

"You mean, that figure is me?" Drunken Wind looked confused.

"That's right." Veron nodded, "You coincide with that figure - that's why I believe you, and not just because of Venucci. ”

"That'...... Your prophet, are your prophecies accurate? Drunken Wind was a little puzzled.

"It's not accurate or not, the so-called prophecy is just a judgment of cause and effect in the future, different choices will bring different results, and most of what I can do is only seen by these choices."

"A long time ago, I was best friends and brothers with Akmund and Kilgardan, and then the leader of the Burning Legion, Sargeras, came to Argus and found us Eredas, who wanted us to serve the Burning Legion." Speaking of the past, Wei Lun's eyes became ethereal and clear, "Behind this choice, I saw destruction, so I didn't agree. ”

"But Akmund and Kilgardan agreed, didn't they?"

"That's right, so I left Argus, and I left my homeland." Speaking of wandering, Veron's eyes darkened, "However, not all wanderers have lost themselves! ”

"We still believe in the Light, and we still believe in goodness and justice in the universe! We draenei will not give in! ”

Just as Drunken Wind wondered why Velun was saying these words to him, the Great Prophet took off the staff behind his back and stomped heavily on the ground.

A flash of holy light flashed, and Drunken Wind felt as if he had a new understanding of fate.

"Drunken Wind, I want you to help us, the Draenei need to recuperate, we desperately need a world - we are not invaders, we are just a group of poor wanderers who have left their homeland."

Drunken Wind finally understood what Velony meant, and the Great Prophet hoped to find a place where the remaining Draenei could be settled.

After thinking for a while, Zuifeng nodded: "Yes, after the battle, you can follow me back to my world, and I will do my best to provide you with a place where you can settle down." ”

If it were another race that wanted to come to Azeroth, a hundred drunken winds would not agree, but the Draenei, if these people who believe in the Holy Light come to Azeroth, no matter what they will deal with in the future, drunken wind will have more power, so why not do it.