The murmuring and movement stopped at the same time, and Akama slowly turned around and met Lanlos's gaze, his deep voice slightly tired: "Warrior, is there something wrong?"

After a moment of silence, Lanlos's gaze shifted to the tombstone behind the other party: "Do you remember their names?"

Turning his head to look at the tombstone, Akama shook his head, "No...... But I know the story of each of them. ”

"Death is the fate of every soldier, and perhaps we will face it soon. ”

"Fate is not predestined by God, this war has just begun. Slowly stepping forward, Lanlos stood side by side with Akama, looking at the archbishop's side face, his tone full of determination.

Akama smiled, "I heard about your race, and I used to shaking hands with friends, right?"

Looking at the palm of the other party's outstretched hand, Lanlos showed the same smile, and without hesitation, he held it hard: "If I have the chance, I am looking forward to fighting side by side with you again." ”

"Nope. Akama shook his head, but he wasn't trying to say no, "I hope that never happens." ”

The archbishop's voice was full of helplessness and self-deprecation, and it was clear that even he had little expectation of such idealism.

"Go, warrior, the Prophet has been waiting for a long time. ”

Looking at the other party's back, Lanlos fell silent, and the history in his memory appeared in front of him, which suddenly made him extremely embarrassed. It is hard to imagine that such an upright and noble high-ranking garrison officer would end up in such a fate.

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The sunlight shined through the crystal dome into purple halos, reflecting on the people in the hall, rendering the atmosphere oppressive and serious.

In the center of the hall, almost all of the Draenei's high-level officials gathered together with solemn expressions, and as the old man in fine clothes in front of him slowly turned around, everyone turned their eyes on him.

Viren's gaze slowly swept over everyone: "I believe all of you already know that it is the conspiracy of the Burning Legion that the orcs invade our land and harm our families. ”

"I feel guilty. As soon as he finished speaking, Viren bowed deeply to the crowd.

As a prophet, his duty was to lead his people away from the Burning Legion, but out of respect and kindness to the orcs, he repeatedly backed down, leading to the war to its current situation. If I have to say it, his responsibility is indeed not small.

But was he wrong?

No, these draenei's eyes were still full of unwavering trust.

Without time to sigh, Viren continued: "But we must be patient and not devote all our energy to this senseless war. ”

This time, with the exception of the archbishop and a few, the Delaney was in a commotion. The recklessness of the orcs has aroused their anger, and the hatred of family and country is deeply rooted in their hearts, and it is not so simple to let go.

His eyes stayed on the black-robed elf who was bowing his head in the corner, and a glimmer of unknown meaning flashed in Viren's eyes, and then he shook his head at everyone: "In Draenor, we have no support, we can only fight alone. ”

"But the orcs, behind them is the Burning Legion. ”

Once again, the big guy fell silent.

Indeed, they have been hunted down by the Burning Legion for many years, and it is impossible for them to reverse this unfair war by their strength alone.

The oppressive atmosphere gradually spread, but before these draenei could come to their senses, Viren once again released a bombshell: "At the same time, we must make the orcs and demons think that they have won this war. ”

......

The air seemed to freeze at this moment, and everyone's eyes became dull at this moment.

It is not difficult to understand what Viren said that while preserving the living force, someone needs to stand up and sacrifice themselves for the survival of the race.

To put it lightly, who can face death so easily?

Just as this thought was spreading in the hearts of everyone, a burly figure stood up.

Archbishop Akama, his eyes still firm, his back full of nobility, as if he was not facing death, but a banquet.

When he stepped forward, everyone looked at him. There was a brief silence, and one of the garrisons followed him, it was Nobelton. Subsequently, there was second place, third place......

Seeing more than half of the Draenei executives standing in front of him, a reflection flashed in Viren's eyes, and even his voice became a little choked: "May the Holy Light bless you." ”

"Wait!"

A clear voice suddenly sounded, hearing this familiar voice, Lan Luos in the corner suddenly clenched his fists, and after a short silence, like everyone else, set his eyes on the position of the door.

It just so happened that Iriel's soft eyes met his gaze, and the resolute and loving smile was so beautiful that it made him worry.

"I'm going to join too!"

I don't know if it's an illusion, Delaney here inexplicably feels that the little girl who needed care in the past has become a little different today.

Just as everyone was paying their respects to Iriel's actions, Lanros in the corner withdrew his gaze, and without anyone seeing, one of his feet suddenly lifted forward.

"Nope. Facing the girl's stunned eyes, Viren shook his head, "You are the head of the refugees in Amberi Village, you can't participate." ”

Strictly speaking, this argument is a bit too far-fetched. Glancing at the draenei girl who looked disappointed but didn't refute, Lanros retracted his steps forward, and at the same time, his gaze was on Viren.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, but the prophet's eyes happened to be staggered with him.

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Compared to Delaney's oppression, the tribe can be described as full of vitality.

Walking up to the high platform, Gul'dan looked at the green-skinned orcs in front of him who couldn't hold back and burst into low roars, and grinned: "Today will be the day when the tribe will win!"

Roar!

The roar of the waves rose into the air, and the dark green tide seemed to burn, restless and expectant.

Nodding in satisfaction, Gul'dan obviously enjoyed the feeling of being in control of power, but beside him, there was an unhappy black hand, and he couldn't expose his ambitions. Without making the Great Chief wait long, the orcs immediately turned around and swung their arms vigorously at the warlocks gathered around the huge circle.

"Come, let those stupid draenei see how powerful the power of the tribe really is!"

As soon as the words fell, the dark magic power emerged from the magic circle at an extremely fast speed, and a large red cloud that made people's scalps tingle rose from the ground, as if it had turned into an overwhelming dragon in an instant, soaring straight into the sky.

Although demonic blood strengthened the anger and bloodlust in the hearts of orcs, it did not completely deprive them of their will. The Black Hand clearly felt the ominous aura of this magic, but seeing the red mist under the control of the warlocks quickly drifting towards Shatrath, surrounded by ruins and scorched earth, the desire for war and the thirst for victory made him subconsciously put aside this uneasiness.

"Attack!"

"For the Horde!"

“Lok’tar ogar！”

......

With the roar of the Great Chief, the green waves poured down towards the glorious city.

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