"Forty-seven orc archers, thirty-eight frost wolves, hundreds of warriors, and more than twenty shamans......" In the bushes, Lanlos tugged at the brim of his hat, as if worried about whether the high invisibility of the illusion camouflage was working properly.

"Damn, it's an ambush, I have to take the Prophet away!" Under his cloak, Nelly looked at the dozen or so orcs on the hillside who seemed to be defenseless, and suddenly realized. These barbaric bastards are not here to seek peace at all!

With a pounce, Lanlos pressed Nelly into the grass without saying a word. Almost as soon as they dived into the bushes, an unnatural breeze blew through the grassland.

"What are you doing?" Feeling a huge sense of oppression coming from the other party's seemingly thin body, Nelly's heart swelled with an indescribable emotion, but soon, she pushed the other party away.

"Don't get me wrong. Quite interestingly, he looked at the other party's face with a little flustery, as if he was surprised that this girl would also be shy, and then before the other party was annoyed, Lan Luo once again focused his gaze in front of him: "It's a detection spell, I advise you not to move, don't forget, you promised to listen to my arrangement before I brought you here." ”

In this operation, there was originally only Lanlos, after all, he was not Delaney, even if he was exposed, he would not leave a tongue. But Nelly is different, she is the archbishop, she is the high-ranking Draenei, and the originally unarmed peace talk has such a disguised approaching ranger, and the orcs have enough reason to kill these draenei on the spot.

Of course, it wasn't his idea to bring Nelly, but this guy didn't even listen to Viren's orders, so he had to follow himself. There is no way, in order to prevent the Ranger from being discovered, Lanlos can only use illusion disguise to help her sneak together as he did when he infiltrated Zuaman.

At the same time, he also has his own careful thoughts, since war is inevitable, it is better not to put Viren in danger, if possible, he will not hesitate to provoke the anger of the orcs to save Viren before the other party makes a move.

With Nelly here, he was a little more sure.

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Drektar nodded towards Durotan: "Plus the entourage, there are only five of them, unarmed, and there are no accompanying troops. ”

These words made the latter's face turn pale, he was ashamed that he was so fierce, but, but if he didn't do this, if he couldn't show his loyalty, then the Frostwolf Clan could be suppressed by the tribe, or even killed!

He knew that the Horde would never leave a clan with whom the Draenei were sociable.

But now, he suddenly found that his reason for the survival of the clan seemed so shaky in front of this old man.

But he has no choice, for the sake of his family, he can give everything, this is the survival concept of the frost wolf clan. He didn't let his guard down because of the harmless appearance of Viren and these Delaney retinues in cloth, arcane and holy light were more terrifying powers than ordinary swords.

Signaling Drektar to convey the warning to everyone, he stepped forward, staring at the prophet dozens of meters below the slope.

"I really didn't expect that it had been less than a year since we last met, and the distance between us had widened to such a point. Viren smiled, his smile bitter and sad, the leader of the tribe, Naozu, did not come, the peace he was expecting, as if it were just a joke. And when he met Dulongtan's old man, he was waiting for hundreds of people on the other side.

It wasn't the first time he had felt death, but it was definitely the hardest.

Despite the distance from each other, the prophet's voice was so loud that it did not resemble that of an old man at all, and word by word, it clearly reached Durontan's ears. After receiving confirmation of the success of Drektar's spell, he calmly replied loudly, "We are not here today to discuss the past. ”

"All this is because of your blatant provocation, declaring that you are going to trespass on our holy land!"

That's it, he thought. Straight to the point, to hell with all the rambling stuff.

"No, I have come to seek peace. Viren shook his head, "Too much blood has been shed in this war, and as leaders, we don't want to see our own people sacrifice senselessly. ”

"I'm glad, I'm glad you're here. ”

"After the last conversation, you should be able to understand why I did this. ”

Durotan frowned, he remembered the prophet's statement that Voshugu was the Draenei's ship, and that the ancestral soul existed because of the creature called Naru. But what if it was a scam in the first place?

"As I said, I don't have the authority to allow you to enter the Holy Mountain, and the Ancestral Soul has already decreed that you are enemies!" Durotan narrowed his eyes, and the sharp edge pointed directly at the other's eyes with a scrutinizing light.

Voshugu is inhabited by the gods of the Draenei? No one would be foolish enough to believe the ridiculous statements of the enemy, especially to Drektar: "Voshugu is an orc, the home of our beloved dead, the warm abode of the souls of our ancestors, and your vile hooves are not worthy of touching the foot of the Holy Mountain!"

Durotan frowned, it was the first time he had seen the blind prophet so angry after knowing each other for so many years. However, this is not without reason, the Ancestral Soul has brought orcs prosperity in faith and wisdom for countless years, and if they choose to believe in Draenei, it means that they have to question the existence they have believed in all their lives.

There's no way Drektar, or rather, all orc shamans can believe Draenei's nonsense.

"That's right, the Ancestral Soul doesn't lie. Durotan nodded heavily, not so much in agreement as in force to stop speculating unnecessarily.

Standing still in place, Viren's palms gradually oozed sweat: "I'm not lying either, we are not enemies of the orcs. ”

"Durotan, you are a wise and wise leader, you are not the kind of person who kills like a beast, I don't know your ...... Why did your leader lie to you, but that is not the truth, we have been trying to live in peace with you, you should not be the way you are, son of Garrard, you are different from the others!"

Durontan's dark brown eyes revealed a faint and dangerous light: "You are wrong, Delaney. ”

"I'm proud to be an orc. His voice was full of contempt, "I love my race, even if it requires me to give everything." ”

Only then did Viren realize that his words were ambiguous: "You misunderstood, I'm not slandering your race, I'm just saying ......"

"Say what, say that we can see our beloved ancestors only because of you, God, who are bound in the mountains?"

"Choulei is not a god, he is our friend, and if you wish, he will be your friend. ”

"Haha. Durotan suddenly burst out laughing, but there was a faint hint of sadness and gloom in this laughter, "Viren, you are forcing me to choose between the people I trust and the traditions that gave birth to me and your words!"

"I can tell you in absolute terms that I choose my people! Remember, if you meet me on the battlefield, I will not show mercy. ”

Viren fell silent, he didn't fight for anything more, everything was over, since even Durotan thought so, then there was no doubt that this war, lost the last hope for peace.

However, he was a little curious: "So, aren't you taking me to see Naozu?"

Durotan shook his head: "If he wants to arrest you, he should do it himself, he entrusted me to deal with you, and I will choose the way I think is most appropriate." ”

"But if I'm not mistaken, he wants you to bring him a prisoner. ”

"According to the official language, what I want to do is meet with you and listen to what you have to say. A hint of cunning flashed across Durontan's face, "If I take down your weapon on the battlefield and capture you, then you will be my prisoner." But tying up a person who voluntarily stretches out his hands has no honor at all. ”

He raised his hands and motioned for everyone to lay down their weapons, and then walked slowly to the Prophet without his men. It wasn't until this moment that Viren finally found that his face was confused.

"And they said, Thou art a prophet. Durotan's voice was so low that even the Draenei attendants on the side couldn't hear it, "So, do you know the future? If you know, tell me what I can do to stop what I'm afraid of happening." I'm not going to take the lives of innocent people, Viren, tell me anything, give me a proof that will prove to Naozu that what you say is true!"

He realized he was praying, but he didn't care so much. He loved his wife, his clan, his people. He hated everything he saw now, hated the fact that young people entered the adult world without experiencing childhood, and that there was only blind hatred in his heart. If he could change everything with the alien creature in front of him, he would do it.

Viren's eyes showed sadness and helplessness: "The future is not like a book, you can read it by turning the page." ”

"The future is always changing, like a flowing river, swirling flying sand. Sometimes, you can only get some guidance and nothing else. Like today, I knew very strongly that I shouldn't have come armed and, you see, I don't think it's a coincidence. ”

"If there's anything that can prevent what you're afraid from happening, it's for the orcs to find, not the draenei. I have done everything I can and said what I have to say, the course of the river of time can be changed, but now it is only you who can change it. ”