From his true nature, Mimiron was actually very covetous of all the technologies of the Draini. After all, this was precious knowledge accumulated over countless years by a civilization that could set foot in the universe.
But being anxious doesn't make you fat. Things still have priorities after all. Mimiron finally knows how to write the word emotional intelligence.
For now, let's start from the angle that both parties are concerned about. As for the other things... we have a long way to go.
It has been more than 25,000 years since the Draenei fled Argus, and Velen doesn't know what his home planet has become now.
But no matter what, Argus has always been the hometown that all Draini people dream of. In his lifetime, Velen wants to return to Argus to see those familiar scenes.
In terms of restoring various technologies for manufacturing spaceships, the Draini and the high elves have already begun to cooperate in depth. The addition of Mimiron, a great inventor, can effectively improve efficiency, and Velen certainly has no reason to refuse.
"No problem... Romul."
"I understand, Prophet."
Archbishop Romul, the technician who had learned the news in advance, was by his side at this time.
After entering the Quel'Thalas Embassy in New Shattrath, he immediately waved to a group of file administrators who were already on standby, and placed a large number of relevant documents on a temporary desk specially prepared for Mimiron.
Seeing that Mimiron quickly entered the state and began to read the documents, Sarlayan and Velen did not want to disturb the communication between the technical staff, leaving Romul with them and quietly exited.
"Lately, I've been having the same strange dream."
After Sarlayan and Velen took their seats in the embassy's living room, Yin Ruil happened to return wearing a set of clothes that were more convenient for movement.
Hearing the beginning of Wei Lun's words, Yin Ruier rolled his eyes angrily.
"Yeah~ It's that old-fashioned so-called precognitive dream again, right? I can almost recite it."
Yin Ruil deliberately made a serious face and said in a low voice: "In the dream, a red-skinned Eredar with evil energy blisters all over his body accused 'me' of ruthlessness and betrayal more than once. He was lying dying.
In my arms, 'I' looked at him with tears in my eyes."
Yin Ruier's voice returned to its normal crispness. She curled her lips and said to Weilun: "Teacher, are you sure this is really a precognitive dream? Why do I feel like I think about it every day and dream about it at night?"
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The words that Wei Lun had not yet spoken were stuck in his throat, and Yin Ruier finished everything. He could only smile helplessly: "Child, I know the difference between ordinary dreams and precognitive dreams. Anyway, I have also been
People are called prophets.”
Yin Ruirui waved his hand impatiently: "Yes, prophet, what does this dream mean? Every time I ask you to interpret the dream, you can't tell anything."
Velen smiled and said nothing, but Sharlayan saw deep sadness in his eyes.
He does not mean that.
At the reminder of the barrage, Sarlayan temporarily ignored the daily bickering between the master and the apprentice, and his eyes fluctuated slightly.
'The dying red-skinned Eredar lies in the arms of Velen, whose face is full of sadness...'
[Isn’t this Rakish? There is something about Velen, can this be predicted? 】
[Nonsense, do you think the title of prophet is self-proclaimed? 】
[There is only the wrong name, not the wrong title.]
Rakish, which means butcher in Ereda, is obviously not suitable as a name.
It is indeed true that "Rakish" is not the real name of the eredar, but the name Kil'jaeden gave him out of twisted evil taste.
Rakesh is Weilun's long-lost son.
Even Velen himself doesn't know this yet. He thought that his wife and son died in Argus tens of thousands of years ago.
Strictly speaking, this prophetic dream did not just start to appear recently. Velen had foreseen this scene as early as when Lakish was born.
This is the ending Rakish should have gone to.
[No, in the original history Rakish came to hunt Naruvolos, a direct descendant of the Mother of Light, but Volos is still in Shattrath in Draenor in this timeline. 】
[Nothing wrong, the future that can be seen with the ability to predict is just a fragmented picture on countless timelines.]
[Maybe in a certain timeline, what Velen foresees will definitely happen, but it will not necessarily affect the main timeline where Sarlayan is. 】
[That’s strange. Since Velen knew what the precognitive dream represented, why didn’t he explain it to Yin Ruir directly, but instead had to repeat it in front of Sarlayan? 】
After reading the analysis of the barrage, Sarlayan raised his eyebrows slightly and said straight to the point: "Prophet, if you have anything to say, you might as well say it directly. You should already know the origin of this dream, right?"
Wei Lun stopped arguing with Yin Ruier and smiled noncommittally.
"Salayan, do you think this dream will eventually come true?"
Sarlayan shook his head: "I don't know, I can't foresee the future, but I know that the future is constantly changing, and the illusions you see may not actually happen."
"I know."
Wei Lun leaned on the back of the sofa with a tired look on his face, looking at the ceiling with somewhat empty eyes.
"I am already old. Only when people get older will they start to miss the past even more, miss those things that have been lost long ago, and even have some extravagant hopes that should not be had."
"Perhaps it's time for me to officially retire, leave the future of the Draini people to Yin Ruil, and do some private things that have nothing to do with the general trend of the race, and resolve some of the grievances and entanglements in the past."
Sarlayan looked deeply at Velen, who seemed to have made up his mind: "Prophet, do you want to die?"
"No, that's not the case."
Seeing the sudden change in the expression on Yin Ruier's face, Wei Lun smiled and waved to her.
"Indeed, I have lived long enough. If the moment of my destiny has really arrived, I will no longer escape, but will bravely embrace my destiny."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "However, at least that is not now, not in his hands."
Velen said meaningfully: "Before we counterattack Argus, we must first solve some historical problems, weaken the strength of the Burning Legion as much as possible, and reduce our own losses, right?"
Sarlayan probably understood what Velen meant, and he nodded solemnly: "That's true, but...is it a bit risky? Is he really that easy to take the bait?"
"Will do."
Wei Lun's eyes became sharper: "I know him very well, and he will never let go of this perfect opportunity to settle old grudges."
"Similarly, neither can I."
…
The riddle conversation between Sarlayan and Velen not only confused Yin Ruier, but also some Shatuo netizens whose cerebral cortexes were relatively smooth were filled with questions.
[The Riddler, get out of Azeroth! What on earth did you say? 】
[Isn’t it? Isn’t it? You don’t understand this? You’ve already made it very clear. I can only say that everyone who understands understands it, and it’s hard to say much about what you don’t understand.]
[Brother, if you understand, let’s go aside and explain it in a serious way.]
[In fact, it is not difficult to understand that Velen wants to use himself as bait to lure Kil'jaeden to Azeroth to resolve it once and for all and end the tens of thousands of years of grudges with him. ]
At the same time, Sarlayan was also explaining to Yin Ruil, who took the initiative to stay after Velen left to seek answers.
After listening to Sarlayan's explanation, Yin Ruil suddenly showed a look of surprise.
"Kil'jaeden...I have also heard about the grudges between the Deceiver and the Prophet who have been in love and killed each other for many years."
"So, could it be that the red-skinned Eredar mentioned by the prophet is..."
"No." Sarlayan shook his head: "That's not Kil'jaeden. Deceivers are not so easily predicted."
"If my prediction is correct, that person...should be a relative of the prophet who should have died long ago."
"What?!"
Yin Ruil stood up from the sofa in surprise: "Didn't the prophet's relatives long ago..."
In order to gather as many people as possible to follow him to escape from the clutches of the Burning Legion, Velen, who forgot about food and sleep, did not even remember to take care of his wife and son.
When he came back to his senses and tried to save them, it was already too late. Kil'jaeden had already controlled them.
Including Velen himself, all the Draenei who fled Argus thought that his wife and children were destined to die.
They guessed half of it.
Velen's wife was indeed dead long ago, but his young son was tortured by Kil'jaeden, who was filled with revenge and rage, until he suffered a mental breakdown and was transformed into what the Draenei call the Man'ari - the eredar demon.
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Sarlayan shook his head and interrupted Yin Ruil's words: "I don't know the specific situation. It can be speculated from the prophet's precognitive dream that he and his demon son will meet again sooner or later, and... that scene obviously did not