After Draenei's escape ship Genidal crashed into Draenor, the prophet Veron could only lead his people to build a new home in this strange world, unable to repair the ship.

Draenor does not have Azeroth's planetary defense circle, and in order to avoid attracting the attention of the Burning Legion with his high-profile actions, Veron has repeatedly stressed that the Council of Bishops should try to exercise restraint in the face of provocations from the natives of Draenor.

From the perspective of the big picture, Vinalon's approach cannot be miscalculated.

But the orcs are a race that worships the strong, and they will only show you respect and awe if you show your strength.

Veren had his own considerations, but unfortunately ruled out the correct answer, and chose to tolerate the threat of the orcs again and again.

It can't be said that the subsequent tragedy that befell Draenei was entirely Veron's fault, but his misguided decision did fuel the orcs' arrogance.

The war between the two races was almost one-sided from the beginning, with Ossar's betrayal, the assassination of Archbishop Hataru, and then the defeat of orcs who drank the blood of demons.

One wrong step, one wrong step, and Velon, who lost the opportunity, has been calculated to death by Kil'Gardan's conspiracy, and he has been beaten passively throughout the whole process.

If it weren't for the Holy Light Legion and the fact that the spacecraft came to the rescue at a critical moment, Veron would have fallen into the hands of Kilgardan long ago.

Velen was safely staying on the spaceship to think about the next step, and the group of Delaney refugees led by Maladal were not so at ease.

finally escaped the pursuit of the orcs, and had such a rare pure land.

First, the Blood Ring Clan arrived, and then there was a great battle due to the Alliance Expeditionary Force chasing after them.

Finally, when the Blood Ring Clan was annihilated and the expeditionary force left, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, another behemoth suddenly fell from the sky.

The two scouts, restrained by Salian and Valeera, were like frightened birds, completely lacking the calmness that scouts should have.

However, with the current state of the Draenei, it would be strange to be able to find a suitable scout, after all, their Ranger Archbishop Nelly is nowhere to be found.

"You...... You ......"

"Calm down, we have no ill will."

Sarjan stood on tiptoe and patted the male draenei scout on the shoulder, soothing him in a broken orc voice.

The frightened and speechless appearance of the other party made Sarian speechless.

The Draenei were about the height of the Minotaurs, and their appearance was quite formidable, which was in stark contrast to their timid demeanor at this time.

It wasn't until the hideous beast turned back into a beautiful girl that the two scouts finally calmed down.

"We can't decide, we can only inform the archbishop first, this ......"

"Sarjan, my name is Sarjan Deepshadow."

Saljan still had a friendly smile and introduced himself to the three of them.

"I can understand your frustration, please feel free to wait here patiently for Archbishop Maladal to reply."

The older scout breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Your Excellency, for your understanding...... Larry! What are you waiting for, go and inform the archbishop! ”

"Ah...... Be! ”

The young scout, known as Larry, ran into the Oginny crypt in a puff of smoke, and he had been waiting for his colleague's words for a long time, and rushed out as soon as he received the order.

Leaving himself alone to face the three foreigners, the older draenei scout's muscles tensed all over, and his expression began to panic again.

"Don't be nervous, relax."

Salian raised his hands and took a few steps back, and sat down on a random stone pillar in the ruins.

"Let's talk about it while your colleagues are back, so we can get to know each other better."

……

"Higher ...... Genie? ”

Deep in the crypt of Ogini, a haggard-looking male Draenei dressed in a simple priest's robe turned in confusion.

He is the only surviving archbishop of the Draenei, Maladal.

The Draenei's so-called Soul Priest is, in Azeroth's words, the Shadow Priest.

Many years ago, Velen discovered the mystery of the intertransformation of light and shadow.

For the experienced and pragmatic Veron, the light does not mean justice, and the shadows are not heinous, and each has room to show their strengths.

Oakington is a sacred mausoleum city built to house the souls of the Draenei who have died for various causes until they are taken away by the Shadow Realm's Channelers.

The task of the Soul Priests led by Maladar is to watch over these souls who are temporarily unable to leave the world.

With Oakington defeated by the Orcs, the mausoleum lost its original purpose and was temporarily transformed into a shelter fortress by Maladale.

If the original history continues, the Oakington Labyrinth will be severely damaged when Draenor is torn apart by the turbulence of space, and will no longer be able to defend itself against foreign invaders.

At that time, Okington will be divided between the four forces of Auginny Priests, Exiled Ravens, Shadow Council, and Ethereals, each occupying a part of the area, and Archbishop Maladar will gradually fall into madness in the despair of being unable to protect the people.

At this point in time, nothing has happened yet, and there is still room for redemption.

Since returning to Oakington, Maladal has been busy in the ruined city, with only two unqualified scouts on the sidelines.

This is not to blame for Maladar, who has too many tasks and a serious shortage of manpower to take care of all aspects.

Oakington's outer layer has a fairly reliable labyrinth protection, and after confirming that the Blood Ring Clan has been annihilated and the Alliance Expeditionary Force has left, Maladar has not paid attention to the changes in the outside world and has focused on internal affairs.

Food shortages are a top priority for him, and if he can't find enough food, the refugees who have taken refuge in Oakington will eventually starve to death.

Maladar had no contact with anyone from Azeroth, and had never heard of the High Elves before.

"Why are these...... The High Elves will know my name and position, why would they know we are hiding in Oakington? ”

Due to the lack of intelligence, Maladar could not analyze the reason.

"Forget it...... There is no point in speculating here. ”

Calming down, Maladal beckoned to a nearby female Delaney, who was also busy with her feet on the ground.

"Tulani, come here."

"Yes, please wait."

The female draenei with dark circles on her face smiled apologetically at the two in front of her, and strode towards Maladar with her recurved hooves.

"Wow!"

After many days of sleeplessness, the woman named Tulani overestimated her physical condition, and after only a few steps, her feet went limp, and her hands waved wildly and fell forward.

"Hey~"

Maladar stepped forward and grabbed his assistant: "Tulani, it's time for you to rest. ”

"Hey~"

Tulani scratched her head embarrassedly: "Archbishop, haven't you also rested, I can still hold on." ”

Bitterness flashed in Malada's eyes: "Forget it, I really don't have a position to say that you ......"

"Getting back to the point, I have something to go outside, and Oakington will be handed over to you to manage for the time being, can you do it?"

"Of course!"

Tulani puffed up her chest and said confidently: "Hope will always be with us, and we will never give up until the last moment." ”

Maladar sighed silently: "Then please, I hope that this trip can solve some of the problems we are currently facing." ”

……

"I see."

The scout who stayed outside to "monitor" the three of Saljan was named Samion, who was not a full-time scout, but a temporary employee selected from among the refugees.

The selection rules are simple, choose those who still have the courage to stand up and take responsibility.

Having never received professional training, Samion was clearly unqualified as a scout, and provided some information about his side to Sarjan's party before they could determine whether they were friends or foes.

Sarean learned from Samion that Oakington had been in a food crisis more than a month earlier, just around the time when the Bloodring Clan had camped on the outskirts of the labyrinth.

In order to avoid further persecution by the orcs, the hunting party did not dare to go out at all, so they could only sit in Oakington and eat empty.

After more than a month of starvation and a full meal, the efficiency of the hunting team was greatly reduced, and the food crisis, which was already beginning to appear, intensified, causing Maladar a headache.

Samion himself was hungry and persisted in completing the scout mission, in order to keep the dangerous job so that he could get a larger share of the food ration for his wife and children.

"It's not easy for you."

Sarjan patted Samion's shoulder with emotion, and the barrage no longer complained about his unprofessionalism.

It's all exhausted to this point, and it's good if someone is willing to pluck up the courage to serve as a scout, and what kind of bicycle do you want.

"Tu~Tu~"

The rhythmic sound of object tapping came from inside Oakington, and Samion, who was complaining to Sarren and the others, stood up excitedly, trying to puff out his chest and look dutiful.

Salian also stood up from the stone pillar of the ruins, his eyes blazing into the inside of the crypt.

'Come, Archbishop Maladal. ’