That, not an orc.

He didn't even belong to any of the races Danas had ever seen. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and his pale blue skin seemed to glow in the dim light of the fire. His features are upright, with a hint of aristocracy, and his pointed ears and slightly slanted eyes make him look a little similar to an elf, but more rugged than an elf. A row of raised plates shielded his high forehead, two thick eyebrows pierced his stern sù, and silver hair fluttered behind his head. Looking down, under that small handful of goatee, was his dangling tentacles. In one hand he held a very elaborate staff, and his robe was richly embroidered, but it was evident from the shabby Cheng dù that he had been wearing it for a long time. Beneath the worn robes, a pair of cracked hooves were revealed. From behind those hooves, Danas could see something shaking. It seems that this strange creature also has a tail.

The figure spoke, his voice low and pleasant. He raised the staff in his hand, the tip of which shone with a faint purple light, reflecting in his eyes. He saw Gryzke huddled behind Danas, his eyes narrowing. The man spoke again, this time in a furious tone. Gryzke replied to him in the same language.

"What is this guy? What does it want?" Danas yelled at Gryzk. "Obviously, he's not happy to see you here. ”

"I told him that I had brought↘a noble warrior with me, and that was all. ”

The creature turned, its gaze as if to penetrate Danas. Then, he whispered something. The staff in his hand began to glow again. He opened his eyes. Speak in the most standard lingua franca!

"This ...... Creature...... Sue sù me. He brought you here. Who are you, what are you here for, and here are the dead whom we respect. ”

Danas lowered his shield and drew his sword. He was amazed that the man could speak their language, but it was more important to convince him to make the people guò than to wonder how he could speak the lingua franca.

"I apologize for our presumptuousness," he told the stranger. "We will not disturb your dead, or you. But the orc tribe has taken refuge in the tunnels of this place. They caught our friends. We're here to save him and defeat the orcs at the same time. ”

When the creature Danas thought he should be some kind of draenei, as Gryzke had said. This is their holy place, and his eyes widen slightly when he heard the tribe. When Danas finished, he nodded. "Yes, the orcs have invaded our tunnels," he confirmed. The man lowered his staff, bracing the ground with its bottom. "They've taken over the Labyrinth of Shadows, the deepest part of Oakington and the least damaged. They must have brought your friends there, and you'll find the vast majority of the tribal army there. ”

"Most?" Danas leaned forward slightly, asking eagerly.

"There are some orcs who didn't come recently. Nadraeney explained. "They've been here for years, since that explosion. They lived in another tunnel. Delaney shook his head. There was a mixture of anger and sentimentality on the face. "Their existence has defiled our holy place for far too long. ”

"We'll get this out of the way soon," Danas assured him.

"You have told me what you are here for. Now, sue me, what kind of creatures you are. I've been to many places, but I've never seen a creature like you. ”

"I am a human being," Danas replied. "We are from Azeroth, another world where orcs built a portal between Azeroth and Draenor and invaded our world, but we defeated them and drove them back. Now we intend to seal the portal and protect our homeland and our people. ”...

Delaney stared at him, his big eyes not even blinking. Danas knew that the stranger was using some unknown method to test the truth of what he had said. Finally, Delaney nodded. "That's really a noble goal," he said, walking out of the doorway, standing in front of Danas, and began to introduce himself. "My name is Nimryan, one of the few remaining Okinnies. We Auginny are priests of the Draenei and guard the burial of the dead. Danas and Tasresa also introduced themselves and bowed slightly.

"I applaud your determination, both to save your friends and to remove the defilement of the Horde," Nimrian continued, "and if you agree, I will help you in both tasks." ”

"Thank you so much," Danas replied sincerely. He pulled out Grizk's map and handed it to Ogney, "That's all I know about Orangeton." ”

Nimrian looked at the scribbled painting and laughed, albeit in a bitter voice. "It seems that the guy drew it for you?" He asked, pointing his finger at the Raven Man, his tentacled jaw shaking rapidly. Gryzke was no longer huddled in the rear, but Danas noticed that he was still careful to stay between the Alliance fighters. "He's been lurking with us for years," Oginny continued after Danas nodded. But he didn't know much about it other than where to steal. ”

"I don't want to hurt you!" Gryzke protested. "I don't know anyone is still in Oakington! I wouldn't steal, if I knew ......"

"If you knew you might get caught?" Nimrian interrupted him. "Be careful with him," he warned Danas. "The Raven People will always be a cunning and selfish race. ”

"He's been the talker so far," Danas replied, "and I think I can trust him when he says he hates the tribe." ”

"Yes!" Gryzk agreed excitedly, his black eyes shining. "I hate them all! Please, please! We all have the same enemy!"

"For that matter. Yes. "After a while. Nimrian admitted. "Very good, Raven Man, from this moment on, we are clear. Ogini turned to look at Danas, took the parchment from his hand, and took a black bat from his robe. Nimrian changed a few lines on it, connected a few passages, and then expanded the map quite a bit. "The orcs are here. He said, pointing to a piece on the map. "Come on. I'll take you with me. Without saying anything else, Nimrian shoved the map into Dinas's hand, turned and walked up the stairs, his hooves rattling on the stone floor.

Danas looked at Tasresa and Rarian, who nodded. Danas took a deep breath and followed Okinney deeper into Oakington.

Nimrian led them down another wide hallway, and through a twisted corridor. Danas asked him softly, "Have you lived here alone all these years?"

"There are others," Oginny replied. Raise your staff to light the way. "Some of us survived the Horde attack and fled into the tunnels. Other Delaney joined us shortly after. Dodge the sudden slaughter of the Horde. Many of them died in that explosion, others were missing, and only a few of us remained. ”

Danas looked around, wondering where the rest of the draenei would be, but Nimryan, who was ahead of him, shook his head. ...

"You can't see them. As much as you seem to be a noble and trustworthy person, I do not want to risk putting my people in danger. They will remain in hiding while I help you. In this way, if you do betray me, our race can continue. ”

"Prevention is better than prevention," Danas agreed, "and if it were me, I would do the same." ”

They continued on their way for a while, eventually stopping at another door. "This is where the Labyrinth of Shadows begins," Nimrian explained. "The tribe is right behind this door. He turned and looked at Danas close to his face. Although his face was melancholy, there was a ...... in his eyes Are you looking forward to it, are you excited?" I will continue to help you, if you will allow it," he said softly, "though I would like to make it clear beforehand that such help may cause some kind of uneasiness. ”

Danas frowned, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean?"

Ogini bowed his head, "I watch over the souls of all our dead," he explained humbly, clenching his staff in both hands. "I might summon them in case of urgent need. I'll do it now, and they'll give us a chance to banish the orcs' filthy defilement from here. ”

Danas shuddered at the fact before him. He knew that the death knights of the tribe were all orc souls plus human corpses, so it was obvious that souls could transcend death and exist, although since he was a child, others told him that the dead should have a little peace after death. But if Nimrian is the guardian of the dead, then there is nothing wrong with him asking the dead for help...... Wasn't it? Danas had previously told Tulayan that when they found the orcs, the souls of the fallen would fight with him, but that was only symbolic. Now it seems that some of the souls of the dead took what he said seriously. Eventually, Danas shrugged. These questions are for those who like to get to the bottom of it, and from a military point of view, he can certainly use whatever help he can get.

"It is a great honor," he told Sù Nimrayan, "that we will welcome their assistance if it does not disturb or provoke them." ”

Nimrian nodded and bowed deeply, showing that he was very satisfied with Danas's reply. Then he straightened up and raised his staff aloft. A fuchsia light shone brightly, illuminating the entire foyer, and faint flashes of light were everywhere in response. The light gradually became brighter, and as it gradually diminished and expanded to form a form, their color changed from violet to blue, green, red, and even gold. The light closest to Danas and Nimrayan eventually turned into a tall figure, a draenei who appeared to be, but more robust than Nimreen, and was dressed in well-made plate armor, with a huge warhammer on one of his shoulders, and a long shawl fluttering behind his back. Everyone else began to be visible, taking up the room.

Moreover, they all stared at Danas and his soldiers. (To be continued......)