It's been 10 days since the fall of Stormwind.

But the Prophet Viren's mind could not be still, not because of the tragedy he had seen in the human kingdom, but because he had been in Draenor for a long time, he knew that sooner or later Tyrion would attack Azeroth.

He has been mentally prepared, and in the previous battle, although the Draenei did not directly participate in the war, but the three ships back and forth saved at least nearly 200,000 civilians for the Stormwind Kingdom, and in the later period, they also helped the Empire send refugees to various parts of the northern frontier, and the Draenei have repaid the kindness of the Stormwind Kingdom, which even the most demanding king cannot blame.

And now, a huge number of undead are entrenched in the land of the Stormwind Kingdom, they seem to be quiet, and it seems that there is no sign of starting another war in the short term, but Viren knows that there is a flame in the cold necromancer of Tyrion that will not be extinguished, and he will not wait long.

The shadow of war has hung over the skies of the eastern continent, but frankly, it has little to do with the Draenei, as their entire clan has moved to another continent.

Northrend... The northernmost continent of the world is slightly smaller than the Eastern Kingdom, but it is a wild land that has not yet been opened, and there are no territorial disputes, and in the southwest corner of the Northrend continent, the land called the Northwind Tundra, is at the junction of cold and mild climates, and only a few pioneers of the Kingdom of Lordaeron have cultivated land here.

According to the calculations of the great Draenei technicians, this land full of mountains, permafrost, plains and lakes has enough land to support the nearly 300,000 existing Draenei, and most importantly, this land is rich in products, close to the sea on three sides, has developed fish resources, and has enough prey to hunt, and at the northern end is also covered by snow-capped mountains, which close the road to the deeper part of the Norrend continent, which is an excellent place to recuperate.

Over the past year, the Draenei civilians who came here have cultivated a large number of farms, and the more skilled Draenei have a more convenient and complete way of cultivating than the scarcarious pioneers, using mechanical artifacts similar to golems, which makes it much easier for them to build houses and settlements.

At the outbreak of the War of the Dead, the last of the Draenei people who were migrated from the Red Ridge Mountains to the Borean tundra were surprised to find that their compatriots had achieved self-sufficiency in the land of their new home, and they even built a small stone city near the sea in the northern tundra, full of Draenei-style buildings and the peaceful atmosphere of the place, which also made the starry exiles feel a touch of home.

And the most important task of the Draenei people at the moment is to store enough supplies before the cold winter arrives on the Northrend continent, and find a way to break through the space barrier and transfer the Storm Fortress left in the world of Draenor to a new home, they have never forgotten that they still have nearly 200,000 compatriots living in that world controlled by the undead.

Yes, the prophet Viren, who made a deal with Tyrion in the first place, did not tell Tyrion that although the Stormkeep was badly damaged during the landing 200 years ago and had lost the ability to fly, the spacecraft's space movement system was still barely usable, and as long as the time was right, the Stormkeep would return to the New World unharmed.

But that would require a lot of resources, and even according to the most optimistic judgment, the Draenei would only have one chance to move in space, and if it failed, it would be impossible for the Storm Fortress to leave the world of Draenor, and those compatriots who lived there would become hostages of the Draenei in the palm of the hand of the Darkblade Legion.

But to be honest, it wasn't these things that had worried and distressed the Prophet lately, it wasn't these things that he was more concerned about, it was the words that Tyrion had said to him during the Battle of the East Valley.

"He said I sent my compatriots to hell with my own hands..."

The Prophet sat in his meditation room, frowning as he pondered the meaning of Tyrion's words, and while it was possible that they were just a ploy of the Lord of the Blades, the Prophet could sense that Tyrion's words were not unfounded.

"Is there really some dark force in Northrend that I haven't discovered yet?"

The Prophet turned the rosary in his hand, and the sparks of light pulsed between him, and his mind couldn't help but go back to the scene when the Draenei first arrived in Azeroth two years ago, the night on the Endless Sea, the meteor he saw falling to the northernmost point of the world at the moment, and the warped vision of the future that appeared with the meteor.

All of this made the prophet feel a heavy pressure.

"The future is uncertain."

Willen silently recited these words, and picked up the pendant of the song of the soul on his chest, this one-seventh of the Atama crystal diamond, can allow him to see through the future, but as he said, the future he sees is only a fragment of one of countless kinds of futures, and in many cases, the fragments he sees will even contradict himself, to become a qualified prophet, to be able to peek into the future is only the basic skill...

You also have to have enough wisdom and careful thinking to judge whether the pictures you see are worthy of trust, and most importantly, you have to respect fate at the same time, maintain confidence in rebellion against fate, too much respect and blind obedience, fate will bury you, and too stubborn resistance, fate will spurn you.

Certainty is what is really needed to become a prophet.

"Let me see it..."

In the faint shining light, the Prophet closed his eyes, the soul song in his hand trembled slightly, and a trace of purple light began to wrap around the Prophet's hands, like a beating light, in the Prophet's heart, a picture slowly opened up in front of his eyes, but it was like a layer of gauze, and he couldn't see it really.

He saw the borean tundra, he saw the draenei people toiling on the tundra, he heard their laughter of contentment and joy, and in this misty picture, the prophet raised his head, and in the dark northern night, two starlight points of light were shining in the sky, one dark, the other obscure, reflecting each other.

The Prophet felt ominous in the deep darkness, his heart sank, and he controlled his mind and floated up to the sky, heading north, and he saw a huge ice floe, a dark ice floe the size of a province that seemed to be part of the continent, and to the south of the ice floe, a dark tower was rising at great speed.

There were blue spots of light shining on the ice floe, and the Prophet thought it was a light, but when he looked closely, he saw that it was walking on the dark ice floe... Undead!

The dense undead, uglier than the Grimblade undead of Tyrion, mixed with too many dry bones, were manipulating a great will, building dark palaces for their kings, and the dark clouds that escaped the sky, the obscure and icy laughter made the prophet shudder, and then there was the firelight, which burned from the north of the ice floe like it ignited the dead wood piled together, and burned everything to the ground.

In the midst of the panic and fire, the scene in front of me dissipated in ripples like a pool of disturbed water.

"Another group of undead! Is that the hell he was talking about? ”

Viren took a deep breath, and the image in front of him dissipated little by little, this was not reality, but a scene in the infinite future, and the prophet couldn't even tell if it was true or false until he had enough information to support it.

And when he turned around, in this fragment of the future that had not yet dissipated, Viren suddenly found that a huge eyeball, levitating behind him, like those strange gods in the void, it was silently looking at him, if it had not seen its existence, the prophet would not even feel it, and the light of the shadow floated in that strange eyeball.

The Prophet sensed a hint of mockery, a hint of contempt, a hint of confusion in that eyeball.

"You... I see you..."

The dry voice sounded strangely in the prophet's mind, like a monster breeding in the darkness, which woke the meditating prophet violently, and the purple lines wrapped around his palm quickly dissipated.

Viren touched his heart, he couldn't tell, was the voice in the future fragment, or was it really sounding in his heart just now?

But whether this clip is true or not, one thing can be judged by Vilen, Northrend is not peaceful, and if they want to continue living in this already built home, there are many, many more Draenei people have to do.

"Marrad, come to me!"

The Prophet called in his heart the bravest garrison of the Draenei, and soon a heavily armed Marad appeared in the Prophet's meditation room, and he looked at the tired Velen, and asked softly:

"Prophet, do you see a bad future again? Is it a demon? ”

"Demons?"

Velen paused for a moment, indeed, in the past snooping into the future, every time a Draenei appeared, the demon must follow, but this time... This time, however, he saw a threat, but it was no longer from the demon.

Could it be that fate was guiding him... Don't you need to worry about the threat of demons anymore?

"No, not a demon."

The Prophet shook his head, letting the strange thoughts in his heart dissipate, and he looked at the great garrison in front of him, and he muttered for a moment, and said:

"I saw a hidden darkness in the north of Northrend, two completely different forces affecting the continent, just behind the snow-capped mountains that separated the borean tundra from the rest of the land, at the top of the snow-covered world... I will forbid the people to explore further north, but we must be ready for anything, Marlad, and after this cold winter is over, I need you to establish an observation base beyond the snowy mountains with the bravest garrisons. ”

Rubbing his beard, he poured a cup of hot tea for the Grand Garrison, and he whispered:

"The darkness will not spread to our new home for the time being, the fate of this world is changing every minute and every second, and no one knows if that future will become a reality... The Forbidden Ship will also be repaired when the spring of the new year arrives, and when you set off, take the Forbidden Ship with you, the most powerful battleship in our hands, which will become the new defense line of the Draenei! ”

"Hmm."

The Grand Garrison nodded, but after a moment he asked again:

"Prophet, IMHO, if we want to find out what is hidden on this continent, why not ask the ancient settlers? You know, in the islands to the southwest of the strait, the blue dragons who live must know all this better than we do. ”

"Blue Dragon... They're not friendly, Marrad, and in Azeroth's legend of dragons, the blue dragon wielding magical powers has always appeared as a recluse, and it would seem too impatient to visit us when we're just getting a foothold. ”

The prayer bead in the Prophet's hand turned, and he whispered:

"Of course, I will visit them at the right time, I will go in person, and meet the Lord of Magic, in the collection of Dalaran, the mages of the human race describe Malygos in ornate and respectful words, and we must maintain the necessary humility for this high power that we have never seen before."

"Yes, Prophet, I have withdrawn my people who have surveyed the terrain along the southwestern coast."

"But on their return," said Marrad, "they passed by a place called Amber Cliff, where it is said that there were red dragons... Could it be that the dragons of Azeroth have settled in Northrend? ”

"I don't know."

The Prophet smiled, took a sip of his tea, and said softly:

"Ah, it's rare to come to a new world rich in supplies, Marlad, after the cold winter has passed, I intend to hold a summer solstice celebration here again, our people have not celebrated our festival for more than ten years, it is time to renew our traditions."

"Of course that's pretty good."

The Grand Garrison smiled as well, and he looked at the mild Prophet as he asked:

"I don't know if it's a delusion, Prophet, I always feel that after coming into this world, you seem to have a lot of faith in it..."

"Of course I'll have confidence in Azeroth, Marrad."

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 a future fragment, and in that continuous dark nightmare, I have lost even my confidence, and we hide in Draenor, hoping that every day is a new hope, but it is only self-comforting until we come here."

"In Azeroth, Marrad, you don't see what I see, and I have seen more than once... I've seen demons driven from this world, and I've even seen us re-embark on the path of the stars, no longer to escape, but... Rather, with the help of new allies, to return to our true homeland, I saw. ”

"Agus, we're bound to go back, but here... Azeroth, this will be our home, forever. ”