After Lin Yue inspected the messy battlefield, he hurriedly ran towards the gathering place of Delaney. After such a strict incident, Lin Yue believed that the prophet Wei Lun had already known about what happened here. And Lin Yue also knows the tragic history of orcs and draenei, and he wants to try to change this qiē.

Lin Yue, who was moving at full speed, finally failed to catch up with Wei Lun's pace. When he arrived, he was told by the Draenei that their Prophet had set out for the Orc Sanctuary of Voshugu.

The tone of the letter brooks no objection. Durotan stared at the letter for a moment, sighed deeply, and handed it to his partner. Drakar quickly read the text of the letter, and growled in displeasure in his throat.

"Just throw this thing at your feet...... Naozu is such a coward. She spoke softly so that the messenger who was waiting outside would not be heard. "Draenei invited him, not you. ”

"I swore to obey his orders," Durotan said similarly softly. "Nao Zu is the spokesperson of the soul of the ancestors. ”

Drakar tilted his head, 3 thinking. A ray of sunlight streamed in through a tent line and shone on her face, her strong jaw and high cheekbones more vividly. Durotan looked at his lover and unconsciously forgot to breathe. In the midst of the chaos - even madness - that unsuspectingly befell him and his people, he was deeply grateful to have her by his side. His sharp fingertips brushed her cheek, and she smiled.

"My partner...... I don't know if I believe in Naozu. She said, almost in a whisper.

He nodded. "But we all believe in Drektar, and what he said about Naozu is true...... The Draenei are planning to wipe us out. In the letter, Naozu said that Viren even insisted on entering the ...... of Voshugu"

The Frostwolf Patriarch's gaze returned to the letter. "Thankfully. At least Naozu didn't let me kill Viren on the spot. Maybe once we control him. will convince him to abandon his evil plans. Let him explain why they are so obsessed with hurting us...... Perhaps, we can make peace. ”

It dawned on him that the thought gripped him tightly. The time he spent with Draqa was wonderful, he was so proud of his clan, but if he could simply live like his father, hunting in the woods, dancing in the moonlight of the Koshhaq festival, bathing in the loving warmth of the souls of the ancestors, listening to ancient tales...... How nice that would be. He didn't tell Draka that he had been secretly glad she wasn't pregnant. Now in this era. Life is not easy for children. Their childhood was deprived, and they were not broad enough to carry the weight of adulthood on their shoulders...... If Drakar had a child, Durotan would not hesitate to let his son or daughter go through the same training as all children. He would never ask other parents to do something he himself would not want to do as a father. Thankfully, he hasn't faced such a situation yet, which is something that makes him happy.

Drakar's eyes narrowed, and his gaze was sharp, as if he had seen through his thoughts.

"You've seen Viren once," she said, "and when the news of their intention to ruin us came, and you tried to revisit that meeting in your mind, I saw it all. I know. That's not easy for you. ”

"It's not easy now. He answered. "Maybe that's why they sent me on this mission. I'm sure Viren remembers that night. He may be willing to talk to me, but he may not be willing to talk to Naozu. If only I could see his letter......"

Drakar sighed and stood up. "If that were the case, we wouldn't be as confused as we are now. ”

Durotan also sighed and got up. "I went to tell the messenger to reassure his master. I'm not going to shirk my responsibilities. ”...

As he walked out, he felt her worried gaze follow his back all the way.

Viren holds the purple crystals close to her chest, while the red and yellow crystals are placed at her sides. He sat on the floor, meditating, the crystal light falling softly on his snow-white skin. The other four crystals are now placed in four parts of the Draenei realm, serving his people with their own power. There was only this purple one, and he never left him.

The crystal's power helped him open his mind and body, and in some cases, even made him feel like he was talking directly to Naru. Every time Viren meditates with purple crystals, he always feels stronger, purer, and his soul is baptized. The seven crystals are all very precious, and the power they possess is also extremely powerful. But the purple piece is his most cherished one.

He tried his best to hear Cwure's soft whisper, but he failed. Viren's heart ached and he lowered his head.

There was a noise, and Viren opened his eyes to see Restland talking to an apprentice. Viren beckoned him over.

"What's the news, old friend?" Viren asked, gesturing to a pot of hot tea.

Restland waved no. "There is good news and bad news, prophet. He said. "I regret that the messenger you sent to the shaman leader Naozu was killed by a team of orcs. ”

Viren closed his eyes. The amethyst attached to his body warmed up for a while, as if he wanted to comfort him.

"I felt his death. Viren said heavily. "But how I wish it had been an accident...... Are you sure he was deliberately killed?"

That's what Naozu said, and he didn't apologize. Restland's voice was full of anger and indignation. He knelt beside Viren, beside the Red Crystal. Viren's dark blue eyes looked over, and the crystal pulsated for a moment, responding to Restrand's affection.

"It seems that your theory that 'they don't attack the unarmed' is self-defeating. Restland continued bitterly.

"That's what I hoped. Viren said quietly. "But there is good news, as you just said?"

Restland had a look of disgust. "It's hard to say how good it is. Neozu said he would send an orc representative to meet us at the foot of the mountain. ”

He ...... Not in person?"

Restland lowered his gaze and shook his head. "He will not come, Prophet. He whispered.

"Who did he send?"

The letter didn't say it. ”

"Give it to me. Viren held out a snow-white hand. Restland placed the parchment in the palm of his hand, and he unfolded the roll of paper, skimming through it quickly.

Your Messenger is dead. You should thank the people who killed him for not forgetting to search for the body. Letter, I read it. I agreed to send a representative to talk to you. But I don't make any guarantees. I do not guarantee your personal safety, nor do I guarantee that any agreement will be reached with you. Again, I make no guarantees. But we'll hear what you have to say.

Viren let out a long sigh. It was a far cry from the longing for a reply in his heart. What happened to the orcs? Why are they so obsessed with harming the Draenei, who have never touched a finger of the orcs?

I make no guarantees. The words of Naozu's strong, powerful handwriting replayed before Viren's eyes.

"Okay. "Well, then, we won't have any guarantees." He smiled at Restland. "It's like life. ”

Today's weather...... It's too bright and sunny to be at an opportune time, Durotan thought. The dazzling summer morning light leapt down from the sky, causing him to squint his eyes. He was depressed and sad, but the weather was against him. At this time, it should be a cold drizzle, or at least a little cloud! But God does not care for the heavy heart of an orc, or even the fate of their entire race. The sun still shone merrily, as if all the places it shone were settled as usual. And Voshugu, the reflection of its crystal-like surface was so intense that in such sunlight it looked like it was on fire. ...

Durotan chose a strong position. From the direction in which he had placed his soldiers, he could clearly see Viren's squad before the draenei spotted the orcs. He decides to wait and let the Delaney come to him. He skillfully laid out the plan to ensure that once the Draenei entered their encirclement, there was no way to escape. On this day of glory, every orc on a mission was fully armed, and the shaman was ready by the warrior's side.

With a keen eye and superior fighting skills, Drakar is his best scout. He placed her among the soldiers on the front line, as part of the sentry. As soon as Viren appears, she will use a spell from Guò Drektar to inform her partner of the message.

Drektar himself stood beside Durontan. As the chief shaman of the clan, his duty is to protect the clan leader. Two orcs stood on a jutting rock, just above the entrance to the shining Holy Mountain. In front of them, dozens of warriors with bows and arrows, axes, and throwing spears waited silently. The other soldiers had spent days arranging the boulders, and at the slightest command from Durotan, a single action would cause tons of boulders to pour down, crushing all the Draenei.

...... Well, in fact, on this beautiful mountain peak on this clear day...... The threat of death, everywhere.

A light breeze stirred Durontan's black hair, and a bird sang merrily. Drektar looked at the patriarch with a hint of worry in his eyes. (To be continued......)

Chapter 186: Meet Again.

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