The vast and desolate red land, the sand and dust are raging all the time. ,!

In the morning light, even as Kael'thas stood on the towering terrace of the Hellfire Fortress and looked around the Hellfire Peninsula, the dust raised obscured the distant scene.

So what's the difference between night and daytime?

After a day of investigation, the information about the barren edge in front of me has been consolidated, and in addition to the Burning Legion, there are a number of outposts here.

Orcs, Yang, or Draenei all have eyeliners in the west, and it won't take long for the news of the blood elves to reach all of Draenor.

However, until the Burning Legion was removed, Kael'thas did not want to contact them for the time being.

After all - he came into the world with ambitions, and he was not very popular.

"Your Highness, you're ready."

The Astral Sorcerer walked up to the terrace to report.

Kael'thas turned and followed her down:

"Where's Onexia?"

He asked another companion who was going to accompany him.

"She's having breakfast, and I've sent someone to inform her."

Solan Lian said as she quickly led the way, and the trolls and elven soldiers on the road saluted and avoided.

As he walked from the terrace over the upper part of the fortress and stepped onto the outer walls, some noisy sounds caught Kael'thas's attention.

He looked up and saw the harpies clapping their wings and arguing in dense clusters.

"What's wrong with them?"

Kael'thas thought it was strange.

Solanlian frowned in a headache.

"Those harpies are arguing over the location of the nest."

The place where the Harpies were arranged to live was a tall tower where they could enter and exit freely through the windows. Isolated from outsiders.

In fact, Kael'thas wanted to arrange a more comfortable place for them, but the harpies were used to life on cliffs and branches, and refused to sleep on their beds and on the ground.

Now that the Harpies own a tall tower, they are free to build nests inside and outside the tower, but their preference for location has caused them to conflict.

In Kael'thas's view, this is a typical beast mentality.

For decades, the Harpy people's view of the nest seemed to be so ingrained that it was difficult to change.

That wasn't his intention, nor could it be Adana's.

"Don't let their contradictions intensify, and I'll solve this problem when I come back."

Kael'thas reluctantly said a word to Solan Lian and continued to walk down.

He expects a lot from the Harpy. And more than 70% of the information in the first two days was provided by the Hippogriff, which also proves their ability.

Elven mages have created hidden philosophers for the Harpies, and they are perfect tipsters as they move quickly through the skies of Draenor, unobstructed by the terrain and not easily detected.

They did the mapping work.

And thanks to the work of these harpies, the elves determined the location of the peninsula demon portal.

The current King of Draenor: Matheriton himself is weaker than Manolos, and he is able to control Draenor by using the spatial rift that Neozu tore back then to create four large demon portals.

Just as the Dark Gate can bring the Azeroth army over, so can demonic portals located in different places send in a steady stream of demons.

To defeat Matheridon. It's best to close the portal and cut off his reinforcements.

Of course, Kael'thas was actually able to kill Mathriton violently, and the reason for his caution was Kil'Gardan.

Kilgardan, the leader behind the Burning Legion, is a cautious man. He won't be in front of anyone else easily, but sooner or later he will come to Draenor.

Illidan was threatened by Kil'Gardan before he had time to rejoice after defeating Maseriton.

Therefore, before he comes, Kael'thas must be fully prepared.

Both the forge camp and the portal were scheduled to sneak up at night, and this day Kael'thas was going to find some people.

Underneath the fortress, he and Onexia led an elite team to bid farewell to Solanlian and headed southwest.

Leading the way were a few harpies.

"What are we going to do?"

Onexia hadn't heard of the purpose of this time, so she seemed very curious.

But Kael'thas didn't give her a specific answer.

Their procession walked all morning. By the way, destroy the scattered demon team, and before you know it, the sun will turn the earth into a furnace.

Some of the weaker trolls and nagas had been eroded by the wind and sand for a long time, and their lips had long since become dry.

"Take a break."

Kael'thas saw this and had to stop the team to rest.

The food and water made by the mage solved the problem, and after half an hour, the team moved on.

They came to a valley of fighting.

The valley is freaked by demons on one side and strange-looking humanoids on the other.

These creatures look like people. But it has a tail, and most men have writhing tentacles on their faces.

The Draenei are also the other side of the Ereda development.

About 25,000 years ago, the Eredas were an extremely intelligent race. And there is a natural and strong connection to magic. With these talents, they have built a vast and magical realm.

Unfortunately, Ereda's accomplishments caught the attention of Sargeras, who he thought was a good fit to lead his swelling demon army.

Two of Erida's three leaders, Kilgardan and Akmund, joined the Burning Legion.

Some of the Eredas escaped to Draenor, calling themselves draenei, and they lived with the orcs for countless centuries until the Orcs fell and slaughtered them.

"Those guys look like Akmund!"

Onexia was startled, she saw the Draenei's appearance.

"They have nothing to do with demons."

Kael'thas said with a smile, then looked at the battlefield again.

The battle as he had imagined was almost one-sided, with the demons having a huge advantage.

Of course, after all, these draenei are a little different, and there are many children, big and small.

"Destroy those demons."

Kael'thas ordered.

He himself did not act. But Onexia rushed forward with the team.

With the help of this team, the Draenei returned to victory and defeated the demons.

They looked at the elves strangely and with trepidation.

Kael'thas stepped out of the group and looked at the team.

Their yellow, dull faces, their loose skin and limbs, the old man holding the child, the young man's clothes in tatters—they had no light fluctuations on them, and they had sarcomatous growths on their bodies.

This is clearly a refugee contingent.

The Broken - The object that Kael'thas is looking for, the Draenei who have lost the favor of the Light.

"Give them some food."

He turned and said.

Elven mages began making magic bread, condensing water in empty water bags, and then wanted to give it to the Draenei.

But the Draenei were wary and didn't dare to take over.

Kael'thas could only take a few bites of bread and water from a mage, signaling that there was no danger.

Perhaps the movements of small children are more reassuring. Several Draenei tried to eat, and their actions immediately prompted the others to follow, and soon the bread and water were consumed.

"Thank you."

The Draenei elected a young man to thank him, and he saluted—but the etiquette was incomprehensible to outsiders.

"You're their leader?"

Kael'thas asked.

"No, the man who led us died fighting on the road."

The young man replied with gloomy eyes, and then added:

"We are the Breakers who came here from the Teroka Forest, who are you?"

He had never heard of elves before, and he had never met trolls and Naga.

Kael'thas wasn't concerned.

"We are also new to this land, you seem to be in trouble, why don't you join us?"

He sent out an invitation:

"My men are of different races. I'm fighting demons too, I think you'll like it. ”

Such a straightforward invitation. Of course, it is impossible to get a direct response. But the Broken have nowhere to go, and they are just as unlikely to say no.

The young man probably had never encountered such a situation, and he didn't know what kind of reply to make in an instant.

"If you can't trust us, you might as well do it."

Kael'thas gave him an offer:

"You can refer some people to our city and then make a decision."

It's a winning proposition.

No Breaker will refuse to join the elven legion upon sight of them, eager to survive and take revenge on the demons, which only the elves can provide these days.

The Shatterers are draenei who have been harmed by orcs and demons, who have mutated and lost the favor of the Light.

Kael'thas is also clear. Healthy Draenei, fearing that they would be infected by the Broken, drove the Shattered out of the city, a common occurrence.

While there are still a handful of Draenei willing to live with the Broken, there is no way to save the big picture.

Abandoned by the Light, isolated by his fellow citizens. The Broken have become desperate, and many of them have lost their minds completely, becoming the walking dead, known as the Lost.

In this case. Any force that can bring light will be a lifesaver for the broken.

"We are willing to accept your invitation."

Sure enough, after discussion, the Draenei Breakers agreed.

Kael'thas led them back.

He put most of their people on the road in order to reassure the Broken. With only a few people who were elected, he returned to the Hellfire Fortress.

It was just about to fall into darkness, and the day's harvest was complete.

In fact, Kael'thas didn't care about the Breaker team just now, he cared about the Breaker who was really enough for the Draenor world, and the Greytongue Death Oath.

The Greytongue Death Oath is a group of Breakers led by the Great Sage Akama, who have long fought against demons and orcs led by Mathridon, and are also a group of elite assassins.

With a group of Breakers joining the Blood Elves, the Greytongue Deathoath should soon be tempted as well.

The Shatterers are the best and loyal allies to obtain at the moment, and now that Kael'thas has turned his team into a coalition, he will not turn anyone else down.

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