It has been 10 days since the fall of Stormwind City.
But Prophet Velen's thoughts have never been able to calm down, not because of the tragedies he saw in the human kingdom. As early as when he was still in Draenor, he knew that Tyrion would one day attack sooner or later.
Azeroth, it's just a matter of sooner or later.
He had already made psychological preparations. In the previous battle, although the Draenei did not directly participate in the battle, the three spaceships that went back and forth saved at least nearly 200,000 civilians for the Kingdom of Stormwind, and later also helped the empire.
By sending refugees across Northern Territory, the draenei have repaid Stormwind's debt in a way that not even the harshest king could fault.
And now, a huge number of undead are entrenched on the land of the Kingdom of Stormwind. They seem very quiet, and there seems to be no sign of another war in the short term. But Velen knows that Tyrion's cold undead heart
There was a flame that would not go out, and he wouldn't wait long.
The shadow of war has shrouded the sky in the eastern continent, but frankly speaking, this has little to do with the Draenei, because their entire family has moved to another continent.
Northrend...the northernmost continent in the world, is slightly smaller than the Eastern Kingdom, but it is a wild land that has not yet been opened up, and there are no territorial disputes. In the southwest corner of the Northrend continent,
The land called Borean Tundra is at the intersection of cold and mild climates. Only some pioneers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron cultivated land here.
According to the calculations of the Draenei great technicians, this land covered with mountains, frozen soil, plains and lakes has enough land to support the nearly 300,000 existing Draenei people, and most importantly, this land
It is rich in products, surrounded by the sea on three sides, has developed fish resources, and has enough prey for hunting. It is also covered by snow-capped mountains at the northern end, which blocks the road to the deeper parts of the Northrend continent, making it an excellent place to rest and recuperate.
In the past year, the Draenei civilians who came here first have opened up a huge number of farms here. Compared with the pioneers who have scarce supplies, the Draenei people who have higher technology have more convenience.
In a more complete way of reclamation, they will use mechanical creations similar to golems, which makes it much easier for them to build houses and settlements.
When the Undead War broke out, the last group of draenei who were moved from the Redridge Mountains to the Borean Tundra were surprised to find that their compatriots had become self-sufficient in the land of their new home. They even relied on the northern tundra.
A small stone city was built in Haikou, full of Draenei-style buildings and the peaceful and peaceful atmosphere here, which also made the exiles from the stars feel a touch of the warmth of home.
The most important task of the Draenei people at present is to store enough supplies before the cold winter of Northrend arrives, and to find a way to break through the space barrier and transfer the Storm Fortress remaining in the world of Draenor to a new home.
I have never forgotten that there are nearly 200,000 compatriots living in a world controlled by the undead.
Yes, the prophet Velen who had made a deal with Tyrion had a hand. He did not tell Tyrion that although the Storm Fortress was severely damaged during the landing 200 years ago and had lost the ability to fly, that
The space jump system of the spaceship is still barely usable. As long as it waits for the right time, Storm Fortress will return to the new world safely and soundly.
But that requires a lot of resources. Even according to the most optimistic judgment, the Draenei only have one chance to make a space jump. Once it fails, it will be impossible for the Storm Fortress to leave the world of Draenor. Those compatriots living there,
He will become the hostage held by the Black Blade Legion to threaten the draenei.
But to be honest, it is not these things that have worried and troubled the prophet recently. What he cares more about is the words Tyrion said to him during the battle in the East Valley.
"He said that I personally sent my compatriots to hell..."
The prophet sat in his meditation room, frowning as he thought about the meaning of Tyrion's words. Although it might be just a trick of the Dark Blade King, the prophet could feel that Tyrion's words were not without purpose.
.
"Is there really some dark power in Northrend that I haven't discovered yet?"
The prophet turned the rosary in his hand, and the sparks of holy light danced between him, which made his thoughts return to the scene two years ago when the Draenei first came to Azeroth.
At night at sea, he saw with his own eyes the meteor falling at the northernmost point of the world, and the distorted illusion about the future that appeared with the meteor.
All this made the prophet feel heavy pressure.
"The future is uncertain."
Velen muttered these words silently, and then picked up the pendant of the Song of Soul on his chest. This one-seventh of the diamond of the Atama Crystal could allow him to see through the future, but as he said, he saw
The future is just a fragment of one of countless futures. In many cases, the fragments seen may even contradict themselves. To become a qualified prophet, being able to glimpse the future is only a basic skill...
You must have enough wisdom and careful thinking to judge whether the pictures you see are worthy of trust, and most importantly, you must respect fate while maintaining the confidence to resist fate. If you respect too much and follow it blindly,
Fate will bury you, but if you resist too stubbornly, fate will spit on you.
The grasp of this is the ability that is truly needed to become a prophet.
"Let me see it..."
In the faint shining light, the prophet closed his eyes, and the soul song in his hands trembled slightly, and traces of purple light began to twine in the prophet's hands, like a ball of beating light, in the prophet's hands.
In his mind, a picture slowly opened before his eyes, but it was like a layer of gauze, and he couldn't see it clearly.
He saw the Borean Tundra and the Draenei working on the tundra. He heard their satisfied and happy laughter. In this misty scene, the prophet raised his head. In the dark night of the north, two
Points of light like starlight are shining in the sky, a mass of darkness and a mass of obscurity, reflecting each other.
The prophet felt a hint of ominousness from the deep darkness. His heart sank. He controlled his thoughts to rise to the sky and flew towards the north. He saw a huge ice floe, which was as big as a province.
The dark ice floe seems to be part of this continent, and to the south of the ice floe, a dark tower is rising from the ground at an extremely fast speed.
There were faint blue light spots shining on the ice floe. The prophet thought they were lights, but when he looked carefully, he found that they were... undead walking on the dark ice floe!
The densely packed undead were uglier than the Dark Blade undead commanded by Tyrion, mixed with too many dead bones. Under the control of a huge will, they built a dark palace for their king, and the escaping
In the dark clouds in the sky, the obscure and cold laughter made the prophet shudder, and then came the fire. The fire from the north of the ice floe was like igniting the dead wood piled together, burning everything.
In the midst of the panic and fire, the scene in front of me was like a disturbed pool, dissipating in ripples.
"Another wave of undead! Is this the hell he's talking about?"
Viren took a deep breath, and the picture in front of him turned into mist and dissipated little by little. This was not reality, but a scene in the infinite future. Before getting enough information to support it, the prophet could not even judge whether it was true.
Fake.
And when he looked back, in this fragment of the future that had not yet dissipated, Viren suddenly discovered that a huge eyeball was floating behind him, just like those weird gods in the void, it moved silently
Looking at him, if he hadn't seen its existence, the prophet wouldn't even have felt it, and there was a shadowy light floating in that weird eyeball.
The prophet felt a trace of ridicule, a trace of contempt, and a trace of confusion from those eyeballs.
"You...I saw you..."
The dry voice sounded strangely in the prophet's mind, like a monster breeding in the darkness, suddenly waking up the meditating prophet, and the purple lines entangled in his palms also quickly dissipated.
Viren touched his heart. He couldn't tell whether the voice appeared in the future clips or whether it really sounded in his heart just now.
But regardless of whether this clip is true or false, one thing Velen can already tell is that Northrend is not peaceful. If they want to continue to live in the home they have built, the Draenei still have a lot to do.
a lot of.
"Maraad, come to me!"
The prophet called the draenei's bravest garrison in his heart. Soon, the fully armed Maraad appeared in the prophet's meditation room. He looked at Velen who looked tired and asked softly.
:
"Prophet, have you seen a bad future again? Is it a devil?"
"demon?"
Velen was stunned for a moment. Indeed, in the past peeks into the future, every time a draenei appeared, there must be a demon following him. But this time... this time, he saw a threat, but he
Not from the devil anymore.
Could it be that fate is guiding him... and he no longer needs to worry about the threat of demons?
"No, not the devil."
The prophet shook his head to let the weird thoughts in his heart dissipate. He looked at the great defense officer in front of him. He pondered for a moment and said:
"I saw the hidden darkness in the north of Northrend. There are two completely different forces affecting this continent. Behind the snowy mountains that isolate the Borean Tundra from other lands, in the world surrounded by snow,
Top... I will prohibit the people from exploring further north, but we must make all preparations, Maraad. After this cold winter is over, I need you to take the bravest garrison officers to establish an observation base outside the snow-capped mountains.
"
Velen stroked his beard, poured a cup of hot tea for the Grand Vigilante, and said softly:
"Darkness will not spread to our new home for the time being. The fate of this world is changing every minute and every second. No one knows whether that future will become a reality... The Forbidden Demon Ship arrives in the spring of the new year.
It will be repaired in time. When you set out, take the Forbidden Demon Ship with you. This battleship with the strongest firepower in our hands will become the new line of defense for the Draenei!"
"Um."
The Grand Guardsman nodded, but after a moment, he asked again:
"Prophet, with all due respect, if we want to find out what is hidden on this continent, why don't we ask those ancient settlers? You also know that the blue dragons living on the islands in the southwest of the strait, they
Surely they know all this better than we do."
"Blue dragons... they are not friendly, Maraad. In the legends of dragons in Azeroth, the blue dragons who control the power of magic have always appeared as hermits. In the situation where we have just established a foothold,
If we rush to visit you next time, it will appear that we are too impatient."
The rosary beads in the prophet's hand were rotating, and he whispered:
"Of course, I will visit them at the right time. I will go there in person to meet the King of Magic. In the collection of Dalaran, the human mage describes Malygos in gorgeous and respectful words.
This is a high-level power we have never seen before, and we must maintain the necessary humility."
"Yes, Prophet, I have withdrawn the tribesmen who were inspecting the terrain along the southwest coast."
Maraad said: "But when they returned, they passed a place called Amber Cliff. It is said that there are red dragons there... Could it be that all the dragons in Azeroth have settled in Northrend?
?”
"I don't know about that."
The prophet smiled, took a sip of tea, and said softly:
"Ah, it's rare to come to a new world with rich materials. Maraad, after the cold winter passes, I plan to hold a summer solstice celebration here again. Our people have not celebrated ours for more than ten years.
It’s the holidays, it’s time to re-pass on our traditions.”
"Of course that's very good."
The great defender also smiled. He looked at the gentle prophet and asked:
"I don't know if it's an illusion, Prophet, I always feel that after coming to this world, you seem to be full of confidence in it..."
"I certainly have faith in Azeroth, Maraad."
The prophet narrowed his eyes and said with emotion:
"In the past tens of thousands of years, I have never seen a scene of victory in the fragments of the future. In the continuous dark nightmare, I even lost confidence myself. We hid in Draenor and lingered.
, expecting every day to be a new hope, but that’s just self-comfort until we get here.”
"In Azeroth, Maraad, you don't see what I see, and I've seen it more than once... I've seen demons driven from the world, and I've even seen
, we set foot on the path of the stars again, but it is no longer to escape, but...but to return to our true hometown with the help of new allies, I saw it."
"Argus, we will definitely go back, but here...Azeroth, this will also become our home, our forever home."
