"Patriarch, you are carrying out orders. "The Draenei are our enemies. ”

Durotan nodded, secretly wishing he could believe it as lightly as the other orcs.

Another breeze stroked his cheek, a little longer than the last. This time, he heard whispers in the wind. It was the news of the elemental power of Dracon Guò de Raktar. They're coming. Five. No one wore armor, no visible weapons. They walked. It seemed calm.

The wind took her words away, and he knew they were reaching the ears of all the orcs who had gathered. When the time comes, Drektar will ride the wind and give orders to Durontan's army. Durotan straightened up, his heart beating faster and faster, his fingers gripping the handle of the tomahawk.

"It's coming. Drektar is right. Durotan followed his gaze.

Drakqa's report was not flawed. The five Draenei weren't wearing the eerie blue and silver armor he remembered. They wore their costumes for dinner, colorful robes, and the corners of their clothes fluttered in the wind. At the head of this small group was the Prophet Viren himself. He would never be mistaken. He wore a simple brown robe, which contrasted with the Draenei who accompanied him. His strange white skin is unparalleled. Despite the severity of his current form, Durotan smiled slightly. The fancy attire of the Draenei is not visible only to the blind from afar.

But, thinking about what that meant, his smile vanished. The Draenei wanted the orcs to see them, to let the orcs know that they were unarmed, to show that their trip was a ...... The Patriarchal Church of Kashur calls it a "pilgrimage".

Could this be an elaborate trap? Shamans don't need spears to destroy miè enemies. The same goes for the Draenei. Durotan remembers the Draenei's magical web. A web made of energy. Born out of thin air, scorching flesh and blood......

No, even if unarmed, the Draenei are far from safe.

He had given clear instructions to his warriors and knew that they would follow them strictly. They were instructed not to open fire threats, or even utter insults, without Durontan's direct orders. But they also know how the Delaney fights. That way, you won't be attacked. Durotan could smell the nervousness of the fighter closest to him. I wonder if the Draenei can do it too.

Durotan watched as the squad he had placed in the furthest distance unconcealed and assembled to seal off the Draenei's rear. They were far behind the draenei where they were now, and Durotan hoped that the draenei wouldn't notice. But even if they noticed, they didn't come out at all. They just kept going, as steady and confident as ever...... and silence.

Durotan and Drektar did not hide themselves in the slightest. As a few long minutes passed, Viren raised his head and looked Durotan in the eye. Durotan didn't look away, still standing tall. Wait for the enemy to move on. They reached the foot of the mountain and did not take another step forward. Dozens of orcs jumped out of hiding and surrounded them.

Viren wasn't the slightest bit surprised. He looked around, smiled softly, and fixed his gaze on Durotan's face. Durotan walked slowly down until he was at eye level with the Prophet Draenei.

"It's been a long time since you and I last met each other, Viren. Durotan said in a calm tone, deliberately removing the title of prophet.

"It's been a long time, Frostwolf Clan Chief, Durontan, the son of Garrad. Viren's voice was as rich and melodious as Durotan remembered. "Are you still friends with Orgrim?"

"Definitely. Durotan replied. "He is now the wielder of the Hammer of Destruction and the lieutenant of the head of his clan. ”

A hint of sadness flashed across Viren's pale face, deep and unquestionably sincere. Durotan remembered once again the night long ago, when Viren sat with them, talking about the orc traditions, about destroying the hammer of Miè, and the price Ogrim had to pay for it.

"I want his father's death to be full of glory. So is your father. Viren said quietly.

"We are not here today to discuss the past. Durotan unconsciously strengthened his tone. He didn't want to remember that night. "We are here today because you have openly sent a message declaring that you are going to trespass on our holy land!"

That's it, he thought. Get straight to the point and to hell with the fake ramblings.

Viren met Durotan's gaze and nodded. "I'm sending a letter to Naozu, not to you, Durotan. And he refused to meet with me. I want to know...... Did he show you the letter?"

"I don't have to look at it. Durotan replied. "He commanded me to come in his place. I obeyed orders. ”

Viren's broad shoulders drooped and he sighed deeply. "I see. He said, "He may not have told you why I came today." ”

"I don't need to know your purpose, Delaney. Duron said frankly.

"You need. Otherwise, there would be no point in my conversation with you today. Viren's voice was clear and bright, and despite his age, there was not a hint of old weakness. Durotan raised an eyebrow. Viren is a wise elder and has no doubts. But at this moment, Durotan caught a glimpse for the first time, the pure spiritual power that supported Viren in his endless days.

"This ship, this mountain, is the sacred place of your people. We know that, and we respect it. However, it also has a sacred meaning for us. Viren took a step forward, his eyes locked on Durotan's eyes. The orc warriors around him moved uneasily and muttered quietly, but they didn't act.

"In the depths of the mountain, there is a cunzài, a cunzài that has cared for the Draenei for a long, long time. Viren continued, "It's so old that you and I can't even imagine. It's just as powerful. But even the oldest and most powerful beings will die...... It's dying. But, from it, we can get its wisdom, its teachings, we can get reconciliation, your people, and my people. We-"

"Blasphemy !!"

Durotan is a spirit. The shrill roar didn't come from some grumpy warrior in the crowd...... It's from his side. Drektar's eyes widened, his body trembling in rage, his neck bulging with bruises, and he clenched his fists and swung them menacingly at Viren. Durotan was taken aback, and before he could stop it, Drektar had already continued-

"Voshugu is ours! This is the home of the dead whom we love, the warm abode of the souls of our ancestors! Your vile hooves are not worthy of touching the foot of the holy mountain!"

Viren also seemed taken aback by Drektar's outburst. He turned to the shaman and held out a hand earnestly.

"Indeed, the souls of your dead dwell here, and I will never deny it!" Viren cried out eagerly, "But they were drawn here because of this deposit. It's seeking—"

Viren was completely wrong now. Drektar roared. Then, wave after wave of roars, Durotan was still vaguely aware of what was happening, and his warriors were already rushing up. Drakar quickly moved towards them, shouting at them not to attack, but she was probably struggling to suppress her desire to attack. Durotan spun around and slapped Drektar hard. Drektar turned to him, roaring angrily.

"Protect them!" Duron roared, "Do what I order! Capture them alive! Protect them, you damn it!"

Drakettar's eyes flashed with rage, but only for a moment. He raised his hands, closed his eyes, and a circle of flames instantly rose from the ground, encircling the five Draenei. The wind blew and blew against the orcs outside the ring of fire, raising the flames even higher. The warriors took a few steps back. Then the last thing Durotan wanted to see happened—several archers began to bend their bows and arrows......

"No fire!!" Durotan roared, and the wind brought his command to the ears of every warrior. "Whoever dares to fire, I will kill him!" (To be continued......)