"You have survived, and there is no doubt that this is the sign that the Light has given you. ”

"It blesses each and every one of us in its own way. In due course, you will find it again. ”

"I hope it's true, old friend. I was just...... I think there's something unusual. Something inside me, they've changed. ”

"Nonsense. You're tired and sleepy, but you're here anyway, and you're absolutely fine. Rest well. ”

Roo exited the cave. Nobalton lay back on the blanket on the stone floor and closed his eyes......

Weep. The women begged frantically.

Nobaldon's eyes snapped open. It was a camp for people who had fled before the war came, and he had been here for several days. But he couldn't escape the heartbreaking weepings of the women he had abandoned. Whenever he closed his eyes, they came to him and begged him to help them, to save them.

You don't have a choice.

But is that really the case? He couldn't be sure. Lately, Noborton has found it increasingly difficult to think clearly. His mind is dull and disorganized. He sighed heavily and propped himself up from the blanket, groaning at the pain that ran through his joints.

He stepped into the thick fog that flooded the swamp and crossed a riverbed covered with reeds. Zangar Swamp isn't a hospitable place, but for now, it's at least a home.

The orcs always try to avoid swamps, and apparently that makes sense. The entire swamp is covered in a layer of saltwater, many plants and animals are poisonous and inedible if not carefully processed, and many large wetland creatures will eat anything that is not eaten first.

As Nobalton crossed over a few giant mushrooms that towered like towers, he heard a sudden noise: there was a commotion at the edge of the camp.

He hurried to see what was happening. Three wounded Draenei, two men and one woman, were being led into the camp, while another was carried unconscious.

Nobalton gave one of the guards a questioning look, who answered his unspoken question: "Survivor of Shattrath." ”

Nobalton followed the group back to the cave, where the survivors were carefully laid down on blankets. Roo first put his hand on the unconscious Delaney, but he couldn't wake him up.

The woman, who didn't seem to have recovered from the fright, was muttering, "Where are we? What's going on? I don't feel it—something ......."

Luo went over and booed her. "Take it easy. We are all your friends. A qiē will be fine. ”

Noubolton was skeptical. Will it really be all right? The pursuing army of orcs has discovered and destroyed a camp. And these four people, how did they survive, what kind of fright did the woman endure, what happened to the unconscious guy, and how they looked and behaved...... Noubolton suspects that they are not just physically injured: they are exhausted. Looks very frustrated.

They look like he feels the same way.

After a few days, the survivors' condition gradually improved, and Nobordon was able to ask them about Shattrath City.

The woman, Colleen. Start by opening. Her voice was as fragmented as her narrative. "We were lucky. We stayed deep in the mountains, leaving one of those undiscovered hideaways...... At least for the most part. ”

Nobalton looked very confused.

"A team of green-skinned monsters found us. The battles that took place later...... I've never seen anything like it. All four men who volunteered to protect us were killed, but they also killed a lot of orcs. In the end, only Herac and Estes escaped with me. The orcs brutally killed all who were left. They are cruel beasts. Those eyes, those horrible eyes......" Colleen recalled with a shudder.

"There was an explosion," Estes said. After a while, the place where we were hiding was full of nasty gases, and it suffocated us. Make everyone sick and sick. ”

"How many of you have there?"

Herac replied, "Twenty, maybe more." Most were women, some were children. A few more people came in the next few days, such as the unconscious ...... over there Akama, they say that's his name. We've heard that he inhaled more gas than any other survivor. Roo wasn't sure if he would always be like this......" Herac stopped, falling silent.

Estes continued, "Later we dispersed to several camps in the Zangar Marshes and Nagrand. That way, even if one of the camps were discovered by the orcs, we wouldn't all be killed. ”

"Are any of you pastors or apologists - users of the Light?"

The three of them shook their heads together. "I can't say Akama, but Estes and I are simple craftsmen, unaccustomed to weapons. So we are sent to these holes: unless no one else goes to war...... We're the last defense. ”

Colleen asked Noubolton. "Were there any other survivors with you when you escaped? We heard that the orcs had entered the slums, but we didn't dare venture to see them, so we all ran away. ”

Nobalton thought back to the slums...... Hearing the sounds of begging coming from the heights of Aldo, he struggled to push the tormented screams out of his head.

"No," he replied, "as far as I know, no." ”

The seasons change, the years go by.

Viren, their prophet. Leader, I visited them two days ago...... Or four days ago? It's been getting harder and harder for Nobuton to remember things lately. Viren arrived from a nearby camp, but his exact location was known only to the close guards, in case any of them were captured alive and could not withstand the orc's torture. The Draenei were hungry for more information. Viren often spoke to them about their future. For example, they had to hide for a long time, maybe years, to watch, wait, and witness how the evil deeds of the orcs ended.

According to Viren, the Greenskins seem to be concentrating all their energy and resources on building something. These projects have undoubtedly diverted their attention from the pursuit of the surviving Draenei, at least for now. As for what the orcs had built on the withered land on the edge of their homeland, it looked like some kind of door.

Viren looks like he's hiding a lot of things. But he was, after all, a prophet, a prophet. The noble sage, Nobordon thought, must have known many things, and that he and others might not have had enough wisdom to understand them.

Noubolton watched as Colleen slammed her speargun into the water. Something was different about her. It seems that her body has changed in the last few weeks. Her forearms had grown slightly, her face looked elongated, and her posture had gotten worse. As incredible as it sounded, her tail was indeed wrinkled.

Herak and Estes approached them, and Noborton could swear the same change would be seen in them. He looked at his forearm. Was it his imagination, or did they really swell......? He hadn't felt normal since that night. He had tried to tell himself that after a while he would be cured. But now, his anxiety is growing.

Colleen leaned in. "Today's work is over. I had to lie down and rest. She handed Nobalton her speargun.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

Colleen squeezed out a not-so-confident smile. "It's just a little tired," she replied. (To be continued.) )