Stormwind God

Whose tears are flying?

Who is crying with joy?

The answer is only one Draenei!

The Draenei were so hard-pressed that they were hunted down by their former compatriots for more than 20,000 years, wandering everywhere, nowhere to hide. Almost every planet will soon be chased by the Void Warship of the Burning Legion. Not to mention millennium peace, it can be burned in 50 years.

Many times they encounter civilizations and races that are weaker than them. It's impossible to help them fend off the Burning Legion. In order not to hang people, they will even take the initiative to leave the planets with intelligent creatures.

How can you get a strong force to take over and take refuge like today?

From the astrologers who have become a branch of Shattrath City, they have heard the powerful legend of the Alliance. Now it seems that they are fortunate to be witnesses to this invincible legend.

"Be careful not to choke! I've been hungry for too long. Suddenly I can't take too much belly." A serious hoof with flowers on his face, as if the person who just ate puffed dry food was not holding her but a passerby .

Fortunately, the Draenei people believe in the Holy Light. Even apprentices from the Temple of Karabo have a sense of obedience that is almost blind.

Both adults and children are hungry. They obey their disciplines very well. They are not crowded and looted, waiting in line for food delivery by Yrel and others.

"See? There are still tons of food there, enough for us to eat for a month. Hold on for a week or two, and the alliance will open the passage from Hellfire Peninsula to Shattrath City."

The Draenei listened to Duke's suggestion, cruising around Shattrath with compressed biscuits piled up on a hill and puffed food like soft cakes.

I have food in my hand, and don't panic.

The Draenei's resilience was famous for it. Now they are more confident to keep their main city.

At the door of the hall, Velen's Shield surrounded Velen and Duke, and they stood side by side. Velen looked at this scene and felt a lot.

"I didn't expect it."

"There are many things you didn't expect. Delaney's joining the alliance is a win-win situation for the entire Azeroth and for the Delaneys. The alliance needs your technology and the guidance of the Holy Light. You need the alliance's combat power And asylum. We are all natural allies, aren't we? "

"Indeed." Velen nodded.

There is nothing more wonderful than this. You should know that within the Alliance, the Church of Light is a pillar church that crosses the kingdom and race. Even though there is a true **** Elune on the night elves' head, the Alliance is still dominated by the Holy Light Church.

Coincidentally, the archbishop of the Holy Light has been suspended since the death of Alonthos and Uther.

Duke directly proposed to have Velen the great stick to sit in this position.

Races are different, but beliefs are the same.

Coupled with indoctrination, this is the supreme glory of Draenei.

How could you let Velen refuse?

A dangling heart has already dropped most of it.

Only after the Alliance's follow-up support comes, can we declare that Draenei is perfectly integrated into the Alliance.

"Praise the light"

"Praise Alliance"

"Long live the prophet!"

I'm full and I don't yell, how can I live up to this ecstasy and joy?

The whole Shattrath city was boiling.

The noise was heard thousands of kilometers away, and the entire Orc camp could hear the cheers unique to the Draenei.

Kilrogg * knows deadly that Shattrath City cannot rely on him and his evil orc army alone.

He's trying hard too! When he first turned to Illidan, Illidan's first order was a death order. In recent days, he could not reach Illidan at all. His new master seemed to evaporate.

The command center of the entire Outland Regiment was completely paralyzed, and the commanders in various places were fighting on their own.

Magtheridon turned to the Dark Temple for help, and the Dark Temple ignored it.

Calling for help from Naga's Naga troops in Zangarmarsh in the west, Vashki evaded Illidan's order, and he could only continue to execute the original order to extract the lake water in the swamp.

As the saying goes, every family has a difficult scripture.

At this time the tribe was also in trouble.

In the frontline camp outside Hellfire Citadel, Thrall looked up at the sky, and Azeroth's world seemed to be a distant memory, far away in his mind. As you can see, there is only infinite darkness left in the sky, torn by the light or mysterious energy passing by from time to time.

Seeing the figure of Wei An walking to his side, Thrall asked, "What's the matter?"

"There were many casualties, but more importantly, our food supply could not keep up." The dead had no expression at all, but Orgrim's voice was full of shame: "Blame me. I should have thought that the situation would be more than expected terrible."

I originally thought that returning to my hometown, the tribe with orcs as the core was regarded as home battle. Unexpectedly, hometown is still hometown, but unfortunately it has become beyond recognition.

Even if a goblin is added, the tribe's supply method is still primitive, it belongs to the kind of local material, and then consumes natural resources like locusts.

At the time when Orgrim had left 23 years ago, despite the lack of resources near the Dark Gate, he could still hunt. Now, the earth has been completely barren. Even loitering monsters are mostly demonized creatures seriously polluted by evil energy.

There are really not many prey to eat.

Demonized creatures are not incapable of eating, the problem is that they will become more like evil orcs when they eat them, that is to put the cart before the horse.

Thrall had also asked Kilrogg these orcs who came from the dark gates later, and did not expect those guys to hide their misfortunes, and actually lied that they were not much worse than Orgrim.

If the tribe can learn to play elite tactics like the Alliance, it may also reduce the pressure by reducing the number of soldiers.

The point is no!

"Let's ask the league for help. I bet that Duke's guy made sure of our supply difficulties and must have reserved our share." Orgrim clucked his teeth.

This is not hate, it is more like a helplessness.

No tribal chief can blame Duke, because before crossing the gates of darkness, Duke specifically asked Varian to come and ask if he was going to prepare supplies for the tribe. Of course, the supply is not free, and the tribe needs to exchange more ore and resources.

"No way. Only that!" Thrall sighed.

The tribe was invaded by the alliance's economy and culture, and he had long noticed. Since the ceasefire and alliance with the alliance, he has been paying attention to boosting the tribal spirit of the tribe and reducing the invasion of various values ​​and social values ​​of the alliance.

It now appears that he failed.

Half a day later, the canned Alliance Beef arrived from Fort Glory. There was a burst of cheering in the tribal camp.

This sound made Saar feel frustrated.