"What do you mean, he's not there?" Gul'dan screamed. That's impossible.

"I mean," Blackham growled. "We searched the whole city and couldn't find Viren. ”

"Maybe an overly agitated infantryman found him first and dismembered him," Gul'dan said nervously. This is not good news. He asked Blackhan to find the body of the prophet Viren and bring his head back to Gul'dan. He was going to give it as a gift to Kilgardan.

"Perhaps, that's quite possible. Blackhan said. "But according to you, even if his body is chopped into pieces, it will not be confused with ordinary Draenei. ”

Gul'dan shook his head, anxious and a little uneasy. The Draenei had blue skin, ±.$ns≧ b.≠ skin, and black hair, while their prophet Viren had gray skin and white hair. As long as he still has a full piece of skin, he will be recognized.

"Have you searched the whole city?"

Blackhan's brows were pressed together. "I told you we searched," he said in a low voice. He was a little angry, his breathing began to quicken, and his eyes became redder.

Gul'dan nodded. As stupid as the orcs are made by bloodlust, they won't fail to search for the corpse their leader most wants to find, the rewards are too great, and the rage is terrible if they miss.

Regardless, Viren escaped, which means that it is likely that there are other Delanees who have fled with them. The sudden panic made his heart beat faster, and he wondered how many draenei had slipped through his fingers... And where will they hide in this vast part of the world?

Once Viren owned an entire temple, full of acolytes and sacrifices, as well as servants. There he meditated and prayed. And now he's in a small room. Only a handful of draenei have their own rooms. He took the purple crystal in his hand. Tears flowed down his face silently and imperceptibly.

He watched the fall of the city. He had thought about staying, to cast his not-insignificant magic in the midst of this calamity, but that would mean death—not just himself, but their entire nation. The orcs no longer need a commander, they are permeated with demonic blood in their bodies, burning with the ** of killing, even if they kill every draenei on the delaenor**, they will not die until death makes their corpses stiff**. They now belong to the Demon Burning Legion of Kilgardan and Sargeras. Orcs have a numerical advantage. Ogre, warlocks, and fury will get them to a point where no sane mind dares to set foot in them, both physically and mentally. Viren had no choice but to let the city fall, as he had no way to save it.

The orcs are also irretrievable. The only hope for the tribe's ultimate salvation fell on the clans who did not drink blood, and there were only about eighty orcs who were not bound by the contract and whose minds and hearts were still their own. Eighty orcs to fight against more than a dozen other clans, most of which are stronger than them. And their chief was the strictest of them all. Any time Draenei encounters orcs from now on, they will be treated as mad beasts. To deal with it quickly and mercifully, understand that if the orcs don't know what they're doing, they must die.

Viren thought about abandoning the city and letting the orcs attack an empty city in order to save as many draenei as possible. But La Roche, the clever general who succeeded him after Restaran's death, convinced him that it would not work.

"If there are not enough draenei to be slaughtered," said La Rohi, his voice soft and emotional yet categorical, "then the ** who controls them will not get even temporary satisfaction." They will hungrily follow the fresh trail to find us. Those who escaped will also be killed. They must believe that they killed the vast majority of us. And in order to convince them of this...... This has to be a reality. ”...

Viren's eyes widened in horror. "You want me to consciously send my people to be slaughtered?"

"We all but a few know what we are running away from Argus," Larohi said. "We remember that. We remember what Kilgardan did. What happened to our people. We were willing—and we are willing—willing to die in order to keep even a small part of our race from declining. ”

Viren lowered his head, feeling pain in his heart. "If the orcs believe that, with the exception of a few, they have exterminated us, then Kil'Gardan will be satisfied, and will leave. ”

"Orcs are going to be very painful," Larohi said, but he didn't look sad. Given what the orcs have done to Draenei lately, Viren doesn't blame him. "Yes, and there is no doubt that they will continue to hunt us down. ”

"But the method they use to track down dozens of draenei is not the same as if they suspect that we have hundreds of survivors," Mr. Larohi said. "It will be our strength to be as dispersed and helpless as possible. ”

Viren looked up at La Rohi anxiously. "It's easy to say. But it's not you who decides, it's me. I had to say to them, 'You— you and your family live with me.'" And you, you, and you—you stay and let the demonized orcs tear you to pieces and smear them with your blood. ’”

La Roche did not speak, and there was nothing to say.

Viren spoke to every one of the people he had decided to die. He embraced them and blessed them, he carried objects that had special meaning to them and promised them to keep them. He watched stoically as the dying men repaired their armor and sharpened their blades, as if the outcome was not yet clear. He also watched them set out, singing old songs, and going into the walls, waiting for a hammer or an axe or a spear to end their lives.

Viren can't be with them. He has unique abilities, and if the Draenei are to survive, he must too. But he saw every moment of the battle through Guò Crystal, and the pain he felt was so terrible and yet so clear that these people would not die in vain.

The orcs didn't know about the Zangar Swamp, they hadn't found this hiding place yet, and if Viren had to say, they would never have found it. Here, the brightest minds of the Draenei will continue to search for ways to control the energies and guide them to ensure the safety of the few who survive. Here they will recuperate, waiting and praying that they have finally deceived the fraudster Kilgardan and escaped from his terrible gaze.

The orcs got their hands on three gems, but Viren had four: the Kiss of Fate, the Eye of the Storm, the Shield of Naru, and, of course, the Song of Souls, and despite his weak connection to Naru, it was still possible to sense that Choure was not gone.

Even as tears dripped from his white face onto the purple crystals, even as he grieved over the tragedy of this life, Viren, the prophet of the Delaney, felt hope churning within. (To be continued......)