Kurdran Wildhammer guessed well. The draenei who escaped the massacre by the orcs were not just a stronghold in Teledor. In fact, there were fewer draenei living here than the remaining draenei.
Most of the draenei live in another place, and there is still the last armed force of the draenei there.
The location of that place is currently the biggest secret of the draenei. Most residents of Teledor don't know where their compatriots are hiding, but for the refugees living here, life in Zangarmarsh is actually still pretty good.
Not bad, the place is rich in products, rich in a variety of edible plants and rare resources, and there are enough fish and prey to satisfy the hunger.
After surviving the crazy massacre caused by the orcs, the draenei have learned to be patient and content...
The Draenei in this city used an ancient and effective method to hide themselves. They built the city on a huge mushroom. This is no joke. After entering Zangarmarsh, Kurdran saw
I have seen these huge mushrooms. They grow wildly in this swamp. They are as tall as the towers built by humans and are extremely strong.
The dwarves tried to destroy it with hand axes, but the feeling of the collision was almost like cutting on steel. This weird creature could of course be used as a settlement.
The draenei people chose a huge mushroom hidden in the corner. They hollowed out the inside of the mushroom, carefully hid themselves and their civilization in it, and used their good and superb engineering methods to create an up and down loop.
The highest point of the platform is more than 30 meters above the ground, which is a height that ordinary creatures cannot overcome. Perhaps it is through this method that they successfully avoided the pursuit of the orcs and have been living until now.
Teledor is just the largest of these mushroom cities. More than 1,000 Draenei live here. There are many Draenei strongholds near Teledor.
This scene reminded Kurdran of the Bronzebeard dwarves who were distant relatives of the Wildhammer dwarves and lived in Khaz Modan when they faced the orc invasion. They also used the same method to hide themselves under the ground.
Next, they escaped the slaughter of the orcs... This allowed the Wildhammer dwarves and the newly acquainted Draenei to have a lot in common.
They quickly became friends... at least on the surface, dwarves are really good at dealing with strangers, provided that these strangers can drink and are as straightforward as the dwarves.
Along the stairs dotted with gems, Kurdran followed the priest into the residence where the prophet rested. The beating little tail dangled in front of the dwarf's eyes. Kurdran wanted to reach out and grab it more than once, but the dwarf held back.
Even if he thought about it with his buttocks, he could guess that grabbing the draenei's tail was just like laughing at the height of a dwarf. It was definitely a very impolite behavior.
"We're here, Mr. Kurdran, the Prophet is waiting for you inside."
When reaching the highest point, the Delaney priest stopped, pointed to the meditation room in front, and said something to the dwarf. The latter hurriedly arranged his clothes, and the Delaney female priest was surprised to find,
The dwarf, who was still drunk just now, has completely recovered from his sobriety.
"Wait, ma'am, doesn't the prophet need an interpreter?"
The dwarf looked at the priest who was leaving, and asked in a low voice: "Won't you go in with me?"
This question made the pastor stunned for a moment. Soon, a mysterious smile appeared on her light blue cheeks, her tail flicked, and she whispered:
"Don't worry, Mr. Dwarf, the prophet... can understand any language in the world."
"Oh? That's really mysterious."
Kurdran shrugged, stroked his beard to make it look more beautiful, and then reached out and pushed open the door to the meditation room.
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Prophet Velen was already very tired when he returned to Teledor. The journey through the entire world of Draenor was not easy even for a young Draenei, let alone an old man like him.
Velen has lived for tens of thousands of years. Even in the long-lived Draenei society, the prophet can be regarded as an absolute longevity person. He is called the "immortal" by his tribe. Many people believe that the prophet's existence has transcended
Having exceeded the limits of flesh and blood creatures, he may have reached the realm of immortality.
The flight of the draenei from their homeworld of Argus had lasted nearly 25,000 years, and Velen and his brothers had ruled Argus for centuries before that, with few until the exact age of the Prophet.
Because the Draenei of his generation had long since died in the ruthless time.
The prophet wore a thick white robe, which was dotted with red and blue gems and strips of cloth. There was a golden pendant behind his neck, which symbolized his identity as a prophet. His hair had long since fallen out, and his face was
His face is covered with wrinkles, which are the traces left by time on this body, and on his chin is a white beard that extends to his abdomen, and the tentacles on his chin are decorated with golden rings.
This outfit has been with Mr. Wang all his life and has become a part of his existence.
On the forehead of the prophet, there is a beating halo of purple runes, which are the runes symbolizing the leader of the Draenei and the protector of the holy light. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the eyes of the prophet... in those eyes.
In the reflection, you can even see a complete starry sky...
This is a true legend. It is very foolish to measure him with pure power. His existence has transcended the power itself. Although the power of the Holy Light possessed by the prophet will never be weaker than that of a Naaru,
But in reality, the prophet rarely used his powers...he was a pacifist through and through.
Some said he was cowardly, some said he was not worthy of leading the draenei, and some said he would just run away like a mouse with his people, but during his 25,000-year exile, all the draenei
Velen's persistence shows the prophet's status in the hearts of his people...
In other words, it is also very stupid to rush to comment on Velen before understanding what he has endured. The prophet and his past are the most complicated stories under the starry sky. He has seen the darkness with his own eyes.
Titan Sargeras, he personally rejected the temptation of the Dark Titan and struggled to save his race from the choice of degradation and destruction. This qualification alone is enough to make anyone admire him.
At this time, the prophet was like a dying old man, sitting in his meditation room, turning a string of black rosary beads in his old hands. Every time he turned one, there were traces of holy light beating on his fingertips.
In front of him was an old friend, a once loyal Draenei, now an exile, a Broken One wearing a blue robe, hiding his face in it.
"Nobundo, my friend, I heard that you have found a new faith?"
A touch of pure joy shone in the eyes of the prophet, and he said with a smile: "I have told you long ago that there is always hope, and congratulations, you and your people have finally found it."
"This should be attributed to Akama... who selflessly taught us the faith of the elements."
Nobundo's voice, like other Broken Ones, is somewhat chaotic, slurred, and hoarse.
"Akama also suggested that the Broken ones unite together. He said that the new owner of the Black Temple recognized the status of the Broken ones. He invited us to go to Shadowmoon Valley to start a new life... but I rejected him."
Although the Broken Ones were once a member of the Draenei, they contracted an unknown disease during the Orc War, which distorted their bodies and caused the Draenei to expel them. It was a tragic history of blood and tears.
, so now, more than ten years later, neither the Draenei nor the Broken Ones themselves recognize that they are compatriots.
In fact, many Broken Ones are very hostile to the draenei. In the early difficult times, it was those draenei who drove them into the wilderness and waited for death in front of the orcs. Although the draenei were ashamed, they did not
They don't feel that they have done anything wrong. The disease is contagious and they must protect their children.
This is a mess, and no one can figure it out. In short, the Draenei and the Broken are now two completely different races. The two sides rarely communicate with each other, but when necessary, their leaders will reunite
Together, like now.
"Akama..."
When Velen heard the name, he fell silent. He closed his eyes and said softly: "To this day, I can still remember Akama's figure in black robes. He was a promising archbishop who should have become
The pillar of the draenei people, it's a pity that the war... destroyed him."
"The war also destroyed me...but I am not here to discuss history with you, Velen."
Nobundo raised his head, took out a scroll from his robe, and handed it to the prophet. He whispered: "This is what Akama asked me to forward to you. It is a letter from the new owner of the Dark Temple. He seems to want to re-
Divide the relationship between the undead and the draenei."
"Dark Blade Knight?"
The prophet took the scroll and sighed:
"The times are difficult, Draenor is already unrest, and now the undead are raging. The disaster that should have come has not yet happened. The future that I never expected has emerged bit by bit. The fate of this world has eluded me.
..well."
"I'm more curious about how you will handle the relationship between you. I heard that many Draenei are very dissatisfied with what the death knights did in Auchindoun. They think it desecrated the remains of the living. Then
It's an evil act... Velen, what do you think?"
Nobundo asked softly with a hint of malice, and this question made the prophet silent again. After a moment, he turned his rosary and whispered:
"Blasphemy? Maybe, but if it is blasphemy, we failed to protect Oakington at the beginning. This is our responsibility. Tradition is important, but for the current Draenei, survival is more important.
...The people cannot afford another war."
Velen looked at Nobundo and said softly:
"The minions of the devil have never left us. We are partly responsible for the disasters caused by demons in this world. You have personally experienced the great escape. Nobundo, who is our real enemy compared to the undead?"
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"Haha, you are still so cowardly, Viren."
Nobundo stood up and slowly retreated into the shadows behind him. Before he disappeared, he whispered:
"But you are still as wise as before, and you can always see the essence of the problem through the surface, but... this has nothing to do with me. I will take my people to Nagrand and go to Washugu to learn the way of shamanism.
, my friend Velen, may you and your people have the final peace."
"Goodbye, Nobundo... I regret the mistakes made by the people in the past, if you are willing..."
"We will not return to Draenei civilization! Velen... This is the last dignity of the Broken Ones!"
"well..."
With a long sigh, the meditation room once again regained peace. In the surrounding light, Velen finished reading the brief letter in his hand. He turned the rosary in his hand and thought about the problem at hand. After a while, the dwarf Kurdran pushed
Open the door and walk into the meditation room.
The first time he saw the prophet sitting there, the dwarf let out a cry of surprise.
"Oh my god! I have never seen someone as old as you. Dear prophet, you look like a real elder."
This was said in dwarf language. Apparently, the dwarves were deliberately testing the prophet Velen to see if he was as mysterious as the legend. The next moment, Velen opened his eyes and looked back with a smile.
Kurdran, speaking in Dwarvish with his own pure Wildhammer accent, replied:
"Just living longer is nothing respectable... Mr. Dwarf from another world, I have heard your story. Come and sit down. I want to hear about your world and tell it to me.
The story of that world."
"The flames of the forge are up there!"
Kurdran let out a sigh. He walked to the prophet and sat opposite him. Looking at those star-like eyes, the dwarf couldn't help but hold his breath. In the dwarf's long life, he had seen many people who claimed to be
He was a liar of the prophet, but his intuition told him that the old Draenei in front of him... was probably the most genuine of all the prophets in the world.
Seeing that the dwarf was silent, Velen smiled, reached out to pour himself a glass of water, and took out a bottle of wine for the dwarf, placing it in front of him. Velen looked at Kurdran and whispered:
"I already know your purpose of coming. Although the Draenei cannot join your war, I am happy to accompany you to Shattrath City to participate in the mediation of war and peace."
"How did you know I was going to Shattrath?"
Kurdran's eyes widened, while Velen showed a mysterious smile, which made the dwarf feel more and more "mysterious" and "powerful" about the prophet in front of him, so in the next inquiry, he almost told everything
He told Velen everything he knew about the history of Azeroth.
What the dwarves don't know is that things about Shattrath City were clearly stated in Tyrion's letter, but this does not prevent Velen from using this to deceive the simple dwarves, as an elder who has lived for countless years.
Moreover, Velen knows how to deal with strangers, and his identity as a prophet... is actually very useful occasionally.
"Wait a minute, Mr. Kurdran, are you saying that your world has once defeated the demon called the Burning Legion?"
"Well, this is what the long-ears who live in seclusion on the continent of Kalimdor say. After all, that happened ten thousand years ago. No one knows the truth except them, but I am more inclined to think that they are actually bragging.
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"Can you tell me more about this?"
"Well, I don't know much... But since you want to hear it, let me tell you. It is said that it is because of the queen with long ears, a queen named Azshara. It is said that her wisdom and strength are the same as hers.
Her beauty was the same, unparalleled in the world, and then the queen played a game when she was bored, and ended up attracting demons..."
Along with Kurdran's somewhat confusing narration, the story of the world of Azeroth and the demons ten thousand years ago was unfolded in front of the prophet. Kurdran did not notice that when he told this story, the eyes of the prophet sitting opposite him
Getting brighter and brighter...
It's like... like someone who has struggled through the darkest desperate situation and finally found a glimmer of hope.
