The smooth blue horns are coiled at a gentle angle on the sides of the head, like a docile argali. The slanted bangs slightly cover the eyelashes of the left eye, and the long silver-white hair is draped behind him like a waterfall, and I don't know what brand of shampoo I use, and it is surprisingly smooth.

At the same time, behind the roots of the ears on both sides, several soft tentacles decorated with gold rings are placed on the collarbone like sideburns, which is curious but not obtrusive at all.

The tall figure is largely due to the long twisted legs, the upper part of which is unmistakable to ordinary people, and the lower part resembles the hind hooves of cloven-hoofed animals. Behind the austere robe, a blue tail protruding from the tail vertebrae was smooth and soft, swaying restlessly from side to side, not knowing whether it was because its owner was too excited or nervous.

The most attractive thing is naturally her big bright eyes, which are bright in the real sense. The faint glow almost completely obscured the boundary between the whites of the eyes and the pupils. At this moment, the female Draenei was looking at the person in front of her with her big bulb-like eyes.

"Are you the Prophet of the Outsider?" staring at Lanros as if looking at a rare species, the Draenei Maiden's voice revealed irrepressible excitement, like a bird chirping for joy.

However, before Lanlos could praise the girl's infectious liveliness, the latter's next words made his whole face darken.

"Hee-hee, it's the first time I've seen a thin male like you, where is your hometown? Are all your people like this? Can you see with an eye patch? I heard that your friend is sick......

Emaciated?

Lanlos ignored the other man's eager questioning, his entire brain filled with the word.

Turning his gaze and looking at the draenei males about the same size as the orcs coming and going in Amberi Village behind the girl, he shook his head helplessly.

Although unwilling, the Draenei males are indeed much stronger than the High Elves, but fortunately, the females are relatively much more slender, and if you don't count the horns, there is not much difference from the average height of the High Elves.

Putting aside these ridiculous questions, Lanlos stretched out his hand to the other party: "Hello, I'm Lanlos. ”

Glancing suspiciously at the other's outstretched palm, the girl met the other's eyes as if asking for help, and with the latter's encouragement, she carefully learned the other's movements and stretched out her hand.

"This is the etiquette of my hometown, a symbol of friendliness and respect. With a slight grip, Lanlos quickly retracted it, and while lamenting that Delaney's skin was smoother and softer than expected, he explained 'above board'.

With such an expression, the girl nodded, and then as if she remembered something, she hurriedly introduced herself: "Ah, by the way, my name is Iriel, Carabo's apprentice, and a resident of Amberi Village. Because the Prophet said that you would definitely pass through here, let me wait for you here. ”

The two beams of light on the guardian vision suddenly brightened, and Lanlos stared at the generous and lively Delaney girl for a long time before slowly speaking: "Then I'll trouble you." ”

Indeed, for a series of reasons, such as not wanting to cause conflict, Viren has stated that he will not provide manpower support, but he has not said that he will not give any support. After all, Rookma possesses the power to help the Draenei greatly.

From that alone, there was no reason for Viren to be stingy.

The village of Amberi is a small, peaceful village, and with the help of defensive crystal facilities, most of the beasts will instinctively avoid this hill. Through the not-so-dense trees, elaborate houses inlaid with rich crystals surround the hills, where commoners, merchants, and scholars laugh and laugh, and mischievous children move back and forth between the houses and the crowds.

Such a peaceful and prosperous appearance made Lanlos stop for unknown reasons, as if he couldn't bear to destroy this peaceful beauty because of his own intervention.

"Why......" Iril quickly noticed that something was wrong with the elf, and was about to turn around and urge him forward, when a powerful roar suddenly erupted from a shop on the side of the road.

"Iriel, is that you? you still owe me six copper plates!"

Trembling all over, the girl looked at the angry Delaney merchant in a panic, and hurriedly grabbed the stunned Lanlos and rushed towards the center of the village: "What? The wind is too strong, I, listen, no, clear ——!"

"The one just now?" Hiding in the shadows between the houses, Lanlos looked at the girl in front of him who was nervously looking out, and he was quite sneering.

"Aha, don't worry, let's get down to business first. Scratching her cheek in embarrassment, Irel hurried forward, as if afraid that the other party would dig deeper into the matter.

"Iriel!"

However, before the girl could take a few steps, another shout came out, different from the previous anger, this voice was full of surprise and joy.

"Samara!" replied with the same surprise, and Irel rushed forward with a single arrow, hugging the man tightly, "I miss you so much." ”

"Really?" Samara's tone changed suddenly, "I wouldn't have known you had come back if Mamie hadn't just asked the village about your whereabouts." ”

Hearing this, Irel quickly straightened up, scratching his sideburns and laughing silly. Seeing her sister's perfunctory posture, Samara was angry and helpless: "I'll help you return the six copper plates, but don't you introduce them?"

"Ah, by the way, this is Lanloth, the guest of Lord Prophet. This is my sister Samara, a powerful ranger and the most responsible teacher in the village. ”

"I can't even discipline you well, how can I be called a teacher?" glared at Iriel, and Samara immediately turned her gaze to Lanros, "It's an honor to meet you." ”

"That's what I should say. With a slight smile, Lanros once again habitually reached out his hand. Seeing such strange movements of the other party, Samara was stunned, and before she could say anything, Irel grabbed her palm and shook it with Lanros.

"This is the etiquette of Lanlos in their world, sister, why don't you react quickly. ”

Smiling slightly awkwardly, Lanlos quickly ended the handshake: "Sorry, my habits are a little presumptuous. ”

"No, it's interesting. Looking at her palm, Samara smiled and shook her head, "I still want to talk more, but the class is about to start, and I have to find the kids running around quickly, so I won't bother you." ”

"Need help?"

Perhaps the biggest difference between Draenei and orcs is that they are more amiable and human. Lanlos's impression of Irel and Samara's was real and simple, unwary and non-discriminatory, making him feel as if he was a draenei when he stood in front of them. There is no need for intrigue, no need to look at words, this kind of simple communication makes Lanlos feel more relaxed than he has ever been. Therefore, the help he offered was visceral and not utilitarian in the slightest.

"Don't bother, Minara is still waiting for you, and, Iriel......"

"Yes, I know. ”

Samarra shook her head, glanced at Irel with the menacing gaze of an elder, and quickly left behind the two of them after the other party quickly relented.

"Minara?" Ranros looked puzzled.

"One of the few high priests in Amberi Village is also the main person in charge of this teleportation. ”

"Teleport?"

"Well, the Prophet said that what you need most is time, and he must have given me notice before arranging for me. ”

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"So, this is the prophet's guest, isn't he?" In the middle of the village of Amberi, in the house with a large crystal embedded in the top, a draenei in elaborate robes bowed to Lanros.

"This is Minara, the High Priestess, who is the smartest person in the village, despite her young age. "Obviously, this Minara was also an acquaintance of Iriel, who, although he was an apprentice, had no restraint in front of the High Priest.

"If it weren't for you breaking through the protective barrier I set up in this room with just a few children, I'd be happy to accept your compliment. As she spoke, Minara tapped her finger against the wall, and a few crooked and irregular patterns could be faintly seen on it. No, it's not so much a pattern as a ghost drawing......

"I didn't know that the paint found by those little ghosts couldn't be washed off. Sticking out his tongue, Irel tactfully retreated behind Lanloth.

Perhaps realizing that outsiders were present, Minara snorted heavily, dropped a 'not finished with you' look, and regained her smile at Lanlos: "You are ready, we can start at any time." ”