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As Restland approached hesitantly, Viren was meditating deeply. He sat in the courtyard in the middle of the temple of Carabo, not in the comfortable chairs around the rectangular pool, but directly on the cold hard stone floor. The air was filled with the smell of flowering shrubs in the lush garden, the pool swirled softly, and the leaves rustled in the breeze. It was a peaceful sight, but Viren didn't notice it, and was lost in his own thoughts.

The Draenei and Naru have trusted each other for a long, long time. The glorious, almost solid-form beings were at first the caretakers of the Ereda exiles, then the mentors, and then the friends. They have been traveling together and have seen so many worlds. Each time, when Manari found them located, it was Naru, especially the self-proclaimed Naru of Kwure, who helped the Draenei escape. And each time, Kil'Gardan and the monsters who had once been Eredians were one step closer to catching them...... Every time Viren and his people had to leave a world to save themselves, he grieved, knowing that any creature they left behind would be forever changed like the Eredas. Always keen to get more people into the legion he created for his master, Sargeras, Kil'Gardan will not let go of any of the possible candidates.

Cruure was just as sad as Vilen. But it spoke to him in Viren's mind, saying that it would only take the same amount of time for Kil'Gardan, Akmund, and Sargeras to destroy another world; All the worlds. All living things. All races. In the eyes of Sargeras, they were all equals - their role was only to be completely wiped out in a terrible feast of blood and fire. If Viren dies at the hands of his former best friend, he won't change anything, he won't save anyone; Only if he lives, maybe one day, there will be a glimmer of hope.

"Why is that?" Once in a rage, Viren yelled at Naru. "What is more important and valuable about my life than theirs?"

Our build-up was slow. Cwure replied. But the build-up continued. There are other Naru like me in the universe, in contact with the young race. When they are ready, all of them will be called together. Sargeras will eventually fall under the conviction of those who have always believed in the permanent balance of the universe, in truth, goodness and harmony.

Viren had no choice. If you don't believe in this being, who has become a close friend, you can only turn your back on those who trust him and become Manari. He chose to believe.

But, now, he's confused. Orcs have recently begun attacking hunting parties acting alone, and there seems to be no reason for this. The shocked guards couldn't name anything out of the ordinary. But so far, three hunting parties have been slaughtered. There is no life left. After inspecting the scene of the incident, Restland reported that the victims were not simply killed...... Rather, they were brutally slaughtered.

So Viren came to the temple. This temple was built in the days when the Draenei had just come to this world. Here, surrounded by four atama crystals, he could hear the faint voice of his old friend ringing in his head. But this time, until now, Cwulei has not given him an answer.

This time, if something goes wrong, they won't be able to escape. Because...... Cwure is dying. The ship it gave them was imprisoned in that container two hundred years ago when it crashed into this world......

"Lord Prophet," said Restland, his voice soft and tired. "Another attack has happened. ”

Viren slowly opened his eyes, which had seen tens of thousands of years of vicissitudes, and stared sadly at his friend. "I know. He said. "I feel it. ”

Restland's thick fingers brushed through his black hair. "What are we going to do?, each attack seems to be more violent than the last, and the results of examining the bodies of the victims show that their weapons are being upgraded......"

Viren let out a long sigh and shook his head, his white braids jumping slightly. "I can't hear Choure anymore," he said softly, "at least not like it used to." I'm afraid it's running out of time. ”

Restland hung his head, a pained expression evident on his face. Naru actually sacrificed himself for them, and all the Draenei knew and understood it. Its existence, strange and mysterious, has come to be cared for by the Draenei. And it has been trapped in the spaceship and slowly dying for two centuries. For some reason, Viren thought that the Cun Zài would not die so early...... If it would die.

He stood up resolutely, his pale yellow robe fluttering behind him. "It still has something to say to me, but in my ability it can't be heard. I'll have to go find it. Maybe the closer it is, the easier it will be for us to communicate with each other. ”

"Y-you're going to the ship?" Restland asked.

Viren nodded. "I have to go. ”

"Your Prophet...... I don't mean to question your wisdom, but—"

"But you still question it. Viren laughed, his blue eyes narrowing in amusey. "Go on, old friend. Your doubts have always been of great value to me. ”

Restland sighed. "The orcs have made that ship their sacred mountain. He said.

"I know. Viren replied.

"Then why go there and provoke their disgust?" "Whenever they want, they must see this as a provocation, especially now." By doing so, you're giving them a reason to continue attacking us. ”

Viren nodded. "I've thought about this, and I've been thinking about it for a long time. But perhaps, it is time to tell them the truth, to tell them who we are and what their sacred mountain is. They believe that the souls of their ancestors dwell there, and that, most likely, is true. If time is running out for Choure, shouldn't we use its wisdom and power as much as we can, while we still have time? If there is anyone or anything in this world that can build peace between orcs and us, it is this being, this being much stronger than any of us. This may be our only hope. Cauré said that Naru had to find other races, other beings, to join them, to fight for the goal of balance and harmony, against the great evil forces of Sargeras and the one he had created. ”

Veren placed a pale hand on his old friend's armoured shoulder. "In my meditations, I have learned one thing for sure. That is: things won't be the same again. Orcs and Draenei could no longer live as far away as they had for two hundred years. Between us, there is either war or peaceful coexistence; We will either be friends or enemies, and there will be no more middle ground. And if I don't do all I can to find peace, I'll never forgive myself. Do you understand?"

Restland looked at Viren's face with some unpleasantness, then nodded. "yes, yes, I guess I understand. But I don't like it at all. At least let me send an armed escort with you, because the orcs will attack you before you can speak. ”

Viren shook her head. "No, you can't bring weapons. Don't annoy them. In their hearts, they are noble beings. I could get a glimpse into the hearts of the two young orcs who had stayed with us a few years ago. There is no cowardice, no evil, only caution, and fear for some reason that we don't know. At least for now, they are attacking only hunting parties, not citizens. ”

"That's right, it's just a hunting party," Restrand retorted, "it's just a hunting party that is at a great disadvantage in numbers." ”

"The blood that was spilled at the scene of those events was not ours. Viren reminded him. "They brought the bodies back for cremation, but there was already too much orc blood in the soil. As far as I can tell, a small squad of draenei can easily face many orcs. No, I can't agree with you, this time, I have to take the risk. If I had gone apparently defenseless, and had made my intentions respectfully known to them, they would not have killed me on the spot. ”

"I wish I could have your confidence, my prophet. Restland bowed deeply. "Well, I'll just send a squad to escort it. No weapons with you. ”

The Great Lord Kilgardan has been communicating more frequently with Naozu. At first, he only came in a dream, like the soul of an ancestor. In the depths of the night, when Neozu fell asleep, filled with potions that opened his soul to the voice of Kil'Gardan, he would appear to him, whispering to him his appreciation, his congratulations, and plans for further victories for the orcs. (The novel "Totem Burning" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform, and there will be a 100% lottery gift for everyone!Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friends", search for the official account "ddxiaoshuo" and follow, hurry up!) (To be continued......)