It's amazing to see the other Draenei up close, but it's another thing entirely to see Viren. The Draenei Prophet was half a head taller than the city's tallest guard, but not as strong. Beneath the soft pale yellow robes, he even looked a little weak. And his skin! It was a warm snow-white color. His eyes were so deep, so wise, shining with a bright blue light; Surrounded by deep marks of time, suggesting that he was not just an elder, but more like a ...... The ancients. His silver hair was not draped behind him like the others, but was braided in a braid, revealing his pale head. The silver-white beard hung down to his waist like a waterfall.

He's not just an elder. It's not even just an ancient, Lin Yue thought to himself. Almost...... Beyond time itself.

He remembered what Restland had said that he had spent at least two hundred summers.

Viren was much older than that.

"Welcome," Viren said in a mellow voice, nodding his head as his braids danced. "I'm Viren. I'm glad my people have found you today, but I have no doubt that in a few years you'll be able to easily deal with a single ogre, or even a goron or two. ”

"Well, I didn't expect to see a powerful human here, what a surprise to me. ”

Durotan didn't know how he felt, but again, it wasn't a casual comment. Orgrim felt it too; He straightened his back and looked Draenei in the eye.

Viren waved for the three to take their seats, and they complied. Sitting at such a gorgeous table, such a delicate chair. Durotan was uncomfortable. I don't know where to put my hands and feet. When the food is served. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The loin and leg of the tarbe, the roasted white-feathered bird, the wheels of bread, and the piles of vegetables on the plate—all foods he knew. Somehow, he thought it was something completely unfamiliar. But why? The Draenei may have built and lived differently than the orcs, but like the orcs, they depend on the land for their survival. The way they cook is a little unusual - orcs like to eat food boiled, or roasted over a campfire, or more often simply eaten raw - but food is food anyway. Besides, the food served by the Draenei was delicious.

Viren was an excellent host. He asked them many questions and listened attentively to their answers. How old do boys have to be to hunt ogres, how old are they to find mates, what do they like to eat, what weapons do they like to use? Orgrim was more enthusiastic about this conversation than Durontan, and began to talk about his bravery. To his credit, he doesn't have to add fuel to his story at all.

"When my father dies, I will inherit his hammer," said Ogrim proudly, "and it is an ancient warhammer that has been passed down from father to eldest son, and has been passed down from generation to generation." ”

"It must be mighty in your hands. Orgrim. "But I believe it." There are still many years left before you inherit the name of the hammer of destruction. ”

For a moment, the young orc seemed to have forgotten the fact that he could only bear the surname of the hammer of destruction after his father's death. Hearing Viren's words, he immediately became stern. Veren smiled slightly, with a hint of sadness, wrinkling his smooth, pale face.

"Tell me about the hammer. It must be a formidable weapon. ”

Orgrim's face lit up again. The stone hammer head is black and hard, and the handle is elaborately made of wood. Over the years, the handle of the hammer has been changed many times, but the hammer head has not scratched at all! It is called the Hammer of Destruction because of a prophecy that if its owner takes it into battle, it will bring destruction to the enemy!"

"I see," Viren still smiled.

The more Ogrim spoke, the more excited he became. "However, there is another prophecy," he continued, "and legend has it that the last descendant of the Hammer of Destruction will use it to bring salvation to the orcs, and then to Destruction. Then it will be passed on to people outside the Blackstone Clan, and a qiē will change again, and it will also be used again for the cause of justice. ”

"A very powerful prophecy indeed. Viren said. He only said this, but Durotan couldn't help but tremble. This man was called a "prophet" by his people. Does he know, then, that the prophecy of the hammer of destruction will come true?

Orgrim continues, passionately describing every detail of the hammer of destruction. Durotan had seen the hammer, so he stopped listening to Orgrim's tirade and focused on Viren. Why is this person so interested in them?

And Lin Yue is like an outdoor air, and it is obvious that Wei Lun is not very interested in him.

Durotan was a sensitive young man, and he knew it himself. He had overheard his parents talking to Kashur's mother. His parents said they were worried that he was too sensitive; Patriarchal Casshur scoffed at this, and told them to take care of more important things and "let the boy go his own way." Durotan could see the feigned interest on a person's face, even if it was a Delaney. But Viren's bright blue eyes, which shone brightly, stared at them intently, his kind, though somewhat strange face was undisguised, and his every question was so sincere. He genuinely wanted to understand the orcs. And the more he listened, the more sad he became.

If only the Lady of Cashur could be here in my place, it occurred to Durotan that she would cherish this opportunity more than me and Orgrim.

Orgrim finally finished his hammer of destruction. Durotan asked, "Can you tell us about your people, Prophet? I've seen more in the last few hours than any of my people have known in hundreds of years, I think. ”

Viren's bright blue eyes turned to Durontan. That gaze made Durotan want to flinch, not out of fear, but because he had never been so ...... before The feeling of being seen through.

"The Draenei never skimp on knowledge, young Durontan. But...... I believe that you were the first to ask us. Say, what do you want to know?"

A qiē, Durotan wanted to say, but he still concreted his problem. "Orcs had never encountered a Draenei until two hundred years ago. Restland said that you have come in a large vessel that can cross the sky. Let's talk about this. ”

Viren took a sip of the beautiful summer wine and smiled. "It all started with the name 'Delaney'. Actually, it's not our real name. It means ...... 'exile'. ”

Durotan's mouth opened wide.

"We have a disagreement with the rest of our world. We chose not to sell our people into slavery, for which we were exiled. It took us a long time to find a suitable place to live, a place where we could call home. We fell in love with the land. We call it Delaenau. ”

Durotan nodded. He'd heard the term "Draenau" before, and he loved the feeling of saying it. The orcs never gave the land a name, they just called it "our world".

"That's what we say, and we're not arrogant enough to think that orcs will use it too. But that's what we call the world, and we love Draenor dearly. Of all the worlds we've seen, this is a very beautiful world. ”

Orgrim gasped, "You've seen other worlds?"

"Definitely. We've met many, many people. ”

"Like orcs? And humans?"

Viren smiled softly. "We've never seen anyone like an orc," he said, his voice full of respect. "You are unique. ”

Durotan and Orgrim looked at each other and straightened up in their chairs. (To be continued......)