Under the protection of his orders and the reluctance of the draketars, the draenei were finally unharmed. Durotan quickly ran down the ridge towards his current prisoner. Drektar followed.

"Put out the flames," Durotan said to Drektar. Instantly, the fire that almost burned Durontan's eyebrows disappeared. He stood opposite Viren, and at this moment, he realized that Elder Delaney, even at such a life-threatening moment, was as calm and calm as he had been when he had spoken. Something unknown surged up in him.

"Viren, you and your retinue are now prisoners of the Frostwolf Clan. Durotan said in a soft and dangerous tone.

Viren smiled, sweet and sad. "I didn't expect a better outcome. He said.

When Durotan ordered them to be stripped naked and searched, Viren and his four retinue remained composed. Magnificent robes were given to Durotan's best warriors, while the Draenei were clad in tattered garments soaked in sweat. Seeing that the Draenei was humiliated in this way, the excited orc warriors laughed loudly, insulted them, and even spat on them. Durontan's stomach churned, but he didn't stop it. As long as the prisoners are not harmed by the ** - Durotan watched vigilantly to make sure of this - his warriors mocked them as they pleased, let them go. Drakar, who was beside him, seemed angry at the actions of his clansmen and whispered to him, "My mate, can't you keep them quiet?"

He shook his head. "I want to see how the Draenei react. And...... When the warriors were eager to kill, I told them to stop. I can't stop them anymore. ”

Drakar looked at him, nodded and left. He knew she didn't agree with him at all. He himself didn't like the scene in front of him. But he also knows. His current situation is like stepping on a crumbling single-plank bridge.

"Patriarch!" Durotan's lieutenant, Rocca, shouted. "Look!

Durotan walked over to Rocca's side. Look into the open cloth bag in his hand. His eyes widened. Inside the bag are two crystals of extraordinary beauty, wrapped in soft fabric; One piece is red, the other is yellow. Durotan desperately wanted to touch them, but restrained himself. He looked up, meeting Veren's eyes.

"A long time ago, Restland once showed us a similar crystal. "That crystal protects a city." What are these two pieces for?"

"Each crystal has its own powers. These crystals are part of the legacy left by our ancestors, gifted to us by the one in the sacred mountain. ”

Durotan grunted. "You'd better stop mentioning the one who doesn't save zài. He said. Then he turned to Roca: "Give them food and drink first, then tie their hands and let them go to the wolves." Shamans are in charge of monitoring them. Give the gem to Drektar. We take the Draenei away and hand them over to Neozu. It's him, not me, who is here today. ”

He turned and strode away, without looking back. He didn't want to see Viren's strangely glowing blue eyes, nor did he want to see Drakar's disappointed eyes.

On the long road back from the ride, Durotan's thoughts were tangled. On the one hand, he was just as angry as Drektar. Voshugu is a sacred mountain for orcs. And Viren actually claimed that in addition to the soul of the ancestors. There is something else that lives there, and it is it that draws the souls of the ancestors there...... The thought sent him a creep. And how would the shaman feel about such words. He didn't even dare to imagine it. One qiē and one qiē seem to indicate that Nao Zu's words are right. The Draenei are a threat to the world and must be eliminated.

But what bothered him was...... Here's why. Tonight, he'll know the answer.

They were fast, because everyone - including the five captives - was riding. When I returned to my residence, the sun had just begun to set. Durotan had sent his attendants back earlier to inform them of the good news, and now the entire clan was eagerly awaiting their return. Drektar and Roca stood to his right, as passionate as the entire clan. Drakar, on his left, was unusually silent, silent throughout the celebration. Durotan knew he didn't want to hear what she would say, and he was already distraught.

The five prisoners were rudely stuffed into two tents, and Durotan arranged for a ring of guards to keep an eye on them. Four veteran warriors and Drektar's most trusted shaman formed the circle of guards, and they stood tall and proud of their position. Durotan ordered Viren to be kept in solitary condition. He wanted to talk one-on-one with Prophet Delaney.

The excitement around finally subsided somewhat. Durotan took a deep breath. He wasn't looking forward to the conversation at all. But he had to go. He nodded to the guards and walked into the small tent where the Prophet Viren was being held.

He had ordered Viren to be tied up, expecting to see the old man with his hands tied...... What catches your eye is a ...... The scenario of the excessive fanaticism of the guy who carried out this order is clearly indicated.

The tent was erected around a solid tree, and Viren was tightly tied to the trunk of the tree. The arms were torn back at an unnatural angle, and the ropes around the wrists were so tightly tightened that even in the dim twilight, Durotan could see the whiteness of the flesh turning black. A rope was loosely wrapped around his neck, forcing him to look up or suffocate. He had a dirty cloth in his mouth, his knees on the ground, and his hooves tied behind him.

Durotan cursed and pulled out a dagger. Viren looked at him, and there was not a trace of fear in his deep blue eyes. But when Durontan's dagger sliced the rope instead of Draenei's throat, he noticed a look of surprise on Viren's face. Veren didn't say a word, but a look of pain flashed across his pale face as the blood returned to his limbs.

"I told them to tie you up, but I didn't say that I would tie you up like a tarbu sheep to the slaughter. Durotan muttered.

"It seems that your people are full of blood. ”

Durotan handed the old man a water bag and watched him drink it carefully. Right now, Viren sat in front of him, disheveled, gulping warm, tasteless water, and his pale skin was deeply strangled and scarred, and he really didn't look like a threat. What would he think if he received news that the Draenei were abusing Lady Cashur like this? But it was Mother Cashur herself who assured Drektar that the Draenei were a threat, an almost unimaginable danger......

There was a bowl of cold bloody porridge on the floor. Durotan pushes the bowl towards Viren with his right foot. Viren looked at it and didn't eat.

"There's no comparison to the meal you invited Orgrim and me to at Taymour," Duron confessed. "But this thing can make you feel restored. ”

Viren smiled. "It was an unforgettable night. ”

"Did you get there that night? Did you get what you wanted from us?" Duron asked sharply. He was angry and annoyed, but not because of Viren. He was angry that things had come to this point, and he was annoyed that he had taken a prisoner of a man who had always been polite to him...... With nowhere to vent, he poured all his anger on Viren.

"I don't understand. All we want is to be the hospitality of two adventurous kids. ”

Durotan leaped to his feet and kicked over the porridge bowl. The half-solidified porridge slowly seeped into the soil. "You think I'm going to believe your?"

Viren was not provoked, but said calmly: "What I say is the truth, and it is your choice whether to believe or not." ”

Durotan fell to his knees and snapped his face close to Viren's. "Why are you planning to destroy us, and what have we done to you?"

"Maybe I'll ask you that," said Villan, a blush creeping across his pale face. "We've never done anything to hurt you, but you've killed more than twenty Draenei!"

This statement is true. Durotan was even more annoyed. "The spirits of the ancestors will not lie to us," he cried angrily, "and they warn us that you are not what you seem—they say you are our enemies. Say, if you don't want to attack us, why do you want to bring those crystals?"

"We felt that it would help us communicate more smoothly with that cunzài in the mountains. Viren said quickly, as if trying to finish his sentence before Durotan stopped him. "It's not an enemy of the orcs, and neither are we. Durotan, you are clever and wise, I saw it that night a long time ago. You are not the kind of man who kills like a beast!Durotan, I don't know why your leaders lie to you, but what they say is not the truth. We have always tried to live in peace with you. You shouldn't be the way you are, son of Garrard. You're not like everyone else!"

Durotan's dark brown eyes narrowed. "You're wrong, Delaney. He said contemptuously, "I'm proud to be an orc." I love my race. ”

Viren was taken aback, "You misunderstood. I'm not slandering your race, I'm just saying—"

"Say what, say that we can see our beloved ancestors only because of your ...... who are bound in the mountains God?"

"It is not God, it is our friend, and if you want to, it will be your friend. ”

Durotan cursed, stood up, and paced in circles around the tent, fingers opening and closing. Eventually, he sighed deeply, and the anger in his heart gradually subsided. (To be continued......)