"Viren, your words today are tantamount to adding fuel to the fire. He said quietly, "What you have declared not only shows your arrogance, but also an insult to us. The orcs who had long been ready to slaughter you at the behest of their ancestors would be even more impatient when they heard these words. I don't understand how this happened to me, but you are now forcing me to choose between the people I trusted, the traditions that gave birth to me, and your words!"

He turned to face the Draenei. "I choose my people. Remember, if you meet me on the battlefield, I won't show mercy. ”

Viren just looked a little curious. "So...... You're not taking me to see Naozu?"

Durotan shook his head. "No, it won't. If he's going to catch you, do it himself. He entrusts me with you, and I choose what I think is most appropriate. ”

"You're going to bring him a prisoner. "Viren Dao.

"According to the official language, what I want to do is meet with you and listen to what you have to say.?? 3W," Duron said frankly. "If I take you captive on the battlefield, take down a weapon from your hands, and push you to the ground, then you are my prisoner. But there is no honor in tying up an enemy who voluntarily stretches out his hands. We're at an impasse now, you and me. You insist that you have no evil thoughts towards the orcs, but my leader and my ancestors told me the exact opposite. ”

Durotan knelt in front of the Delaney once more. "They call you prophets, then, do you know the future, and if you know, sue me, what can you and I do to stop what I am afraid of that will happen. I'm not going to take the lives of innocent people, Viren. Tell me anything, anything. Give me a proof that you are true to Naozu!"

He realized he was pleading. But he couldn't care about that much. He loved his wife. His clan, his people, he hated what he saw now, he hated the scene of an entire generation of young people entering the adult world without experiencing childhood, and there was only blind hatred in their hearts. If he asked the strange creature in front of him to change this qiē, then he was willing.

An indescribable sympathy appeared in those strange blue eyes. Viren stretched out a pale hand and pressed it on Durontan's shoulder.

"The future is not like a book, you can read it by turning the page. Viren said softly. "The future is always changing, like a flowing river, swirling flying sand. Sometimes, I get some guidance and nothing else. Like today, I felt very strongly that I should come unarmed. And lo and behold, it was not the greatest shaman who greeted me, but a man who had slept peacefully under my roof. I don't think it's a coincidence, Durotan. If there is something that can prevent what you are afraid of from happening. That can only be found by the orcs, not us draenei. I've done what I can qiē. Said what I had to say. The course of the river of time can be changed, but now it is you who can change it. That's all I know. I pray that these will be enough to save my people. ”

The look on that old strange face, and the tone of the voice, told Durotan what had not been said in those words: Viren had no hope for that last sentence.

Durotan closed his eyes, thought for a moment, and took a step back. "The gem is ours. "Whatever power they have, the shaman will try to harness them." ”

Viren nodded sadly. "I knew it was going to be like this. He said. "But even so, I have to bring them with me, and I have to believe that we can find a way to get through this qiē together......"

Why, Durotan couldn't help but wonder. Why, at this moment, would he feel more intimate with this being, who was called the enemy, than with the spiritual leader of his own people? She knew it all along. She remained silent the whole time, for her incomprehensible wisdom made her understand that he should face the moment on his own. But he'll talk to her tonight, just the two of them, in their own tents. ...

"Get up. He said roughly, masking all his emotions. "You and your entourage can leave safely. He grinned suddenly, "Well, in the dark, without weapons, I don't dare to say how safe you can be." If you're unfortunate enough to hang outside of our territory, it has nothing to do with me. ”

"If that happens, it can't be more convenient for you. Viren agreed, and stood up. "But I guess that's not what you really want. ”

Durotan did not answer. He strode out of his tent and said to the guards waiting outside, "Safely escort Viren and his four retinues to the border of our territory, where they will be released and let them walk back to their cities on their own." You are not allowed to hurt them. Got it?"

The guard looked like he was about to protest, but another warrior next to him gave him a clever look.

"Understood, Patriarch. The first guard muttered. The two guards went to lead the other Draenei, and at this time, Drektar ran towards Durotan in three steps and two steps.

"Durotan, what are you doing? Naozu expects you to bring him a prisoner!"

"Naozu can catch prisoners on his own. Durotan snorted coldly, "But I'm the one who handles this now, and that's my decision." Do you question my decision?"

Drektar looked around and dragged Durotan to a place where no one could hear. "I do doubt it!" He hissed, "You heard what he said, too! He said that our ancestors were like moths to a fire gathered to him as a god! The soul of the ancestors told us the same!"

"That's how it should be, and that's how we're going to be. Duron said frankly. "But not tonight, Drektar. Not tonight. ”

As he and his companions walked slowly on the dew-stained pastures, past the silhouettes of the towering trees of the Teroka Forest, and towards the nearest city, their hearts were heavy.

The two Atamar crystals were now in the orc's hands, and he had no doubts, though he also knew that the shamans wouldn't unlock their secrets as quickly as Durotan had said. However, they missed a crystal.

They didn't find it because it didn't want to be discovered. When the crystal was found, the purple crystal deflected the light, allowing it to escape the orc's eyes. Now he held it tightly to his chest, feeling its warmth seep into his ancient body.

He made a desperate bet and lost. He didn't lose outright, as evidenced by the fact that he and his friends were alive to walk to safety. But what he hoped was that the orcs would listen to him, or at least go with him into the heart of the sacred mountain, and see what not only did not deny their faith, but made that faith a step further......

The shape shì is very grim. As he walked into the orc camp, he paid attention to what was happening around him. The children were so trained that they were so exhausted that they almost collapsed. The blacksmith shop worked around the clock. Even though he was now free, Viren also knew that what happened today did not change what was about to happen. The entire orc race—even those led by the wise Durotan—were not just preparing for a possible war, but were already convinced of it. Tomorrow, when the sun shows her golden face, she will see that there is no return.

The crystal close to his heart pulsated, presumably sensing his thoughts. Viren turned to his companions and looked at them sadly.

"Orcs won't be persuaded anymore. He said. "So, if we want to live...... We must also embark on the path of war. ”

Far, far away, shattered and on the verge of death, Choure, who was living as peacefully as possible under the deep waters of the Holy Pool, let out a low, painful roar.

Viren was startled. He recognized the voice and hung his head deeply.

The orcs of the Frostwolf Clan gasped and looked at the Sacred Mountain of Voshugu, which had a perfect triangular outline.

"The Ancestral Soul is angry!" A young shaman shouted, "We've them off by letting them go!"

Durotan shook his head. He should have disciplined this boy. If something like this comes up tomorrow, he'll really be able to train people. But now, all that left in his heart was sadness. The voice coming from the holy mountain was not an angry roar. The voice was heart-rending and excruciating. Thinking about why the soul of the ancestor was so sad and grieved, his whole soul couldn't help but tremble. (To be continued......)

Chapter 189: The Thoughts of Good and Evil.

Chapter 189: The Thoughts of Good and Evil: