Kudran. Brute Hammer guessed correctly, the Draenei who escaped the orc slaughter were not just a stronghold in Tyredor, in fact, the Draenei living here were less than one-fifth of the remaining Draenei, most of the Draenei lived in another place, and there, there was the last armed force of the Draenei.

The location of the place is the Draenei's greatest secret at the moment, and most of the inhabitants of Tyredor do not know where their compatriots are hiding, but for the refugees who live here, life in the Zangar Marshes is actually quite good, and it is rich in abundant products, rich in edible plants and rare resources, as well as enough fish and game to feed their stomachs.

After surviving the frenzied carnage unleashed by the orcs, the Draenei have learned patience and contentment...

The Draenei in the city have hidden themselves in an ancient and effective way, and they have built the city on a giant mushroom, which Kudran has seen since entering the Zangar swamp, and they grow wildly in this swamp, as tall as a tower built by man, and extremely strong.

The dwarves had tried to destroy it with their axes, but the collision felt like it was being cut on steel, and this strange biology could certainly be used as a place to live.

The Draenei 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 skilled and superb engineering methods to make a floating platform up and down, the highest point of the platform is more than 30 meters above the ground, which is an insurmountable height for ordinary creatures, perhaps in this way, they successfully evaded the pursuit of the orcs, and have lived until now.

Teredol is only one of the largest mushroom cities, with more than 1,000 Draenei living here, and many, many Draenei strongholds near Teredor.

This scene reminded Kudran of the distant relatives of the Hammer Dwarves, the Copperbeard Dwarves who lived in Kazmodan, who used the same way to hide themselves under the surface and avoid the slaughter of the Orcs when they faced the Orc invasion... This gave the Hammer Dwarves a lot of common language to the Draenei they had just met.

They soon became friends... At least superficially friends, dwarves are really good at dealing with strangers, provided that they can drink and have a straightforward personality like dwarves.

Following the jewel-embellished staircase, Kudran followed the priest into the prophet's resting quarters, and the little jumping tail dangled in front of the dwarf's eyes, and Kudran tried to reach out and grab it more than once, but the dwarf resisted his impulse, and even if he thought about it with his ass, he could guess that grabbing the tail of a draenei was as rude as mocking the dwarf's height.

"Here you are, Mr. Kudran, and the Prophet is waiting for you inside."

As she reached the top, the priest stopped and pointed to the meditation room in front of her, and said a word to the dwarf, who hurriedly tidied up his clothes, and the priestess of the draenei was surprised to find that the dwarf, who had been drunk just a moment ago, had fully regained consciousness.

"Wait, ma'am, don't the prophets need an interpreter?"

The dwarf looked at the departing priest and asked in a low voice, "Won't you go in with me?" ”

The question made the priest pause for a moment, and soon a mysterious smile appeared on her pale blue cheeks, and she flicked her tail and whispered:

"Rest assured, Mr. Dwarf, Prophet... Able to understand any language in the world. ”

"Oh? That's a mystery. ”

Kudran shrugged, stroked his beard to make it look more aesthetically pleasing, and reached open the door to the meditation room.

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The Prophet Viren was tired when he returned to Tyredor, and the journey through the world of Draenor was not easy even for the young Draenei, let alone an old man like him.

Viren has lived for tens of thousands of years, and even in the long-lived Draenei society, the Prophet is an absolute long-lived one, and is called the "Immortal" by his people, and many people believe that the Prophet's existence has exceeded the limits of flesh and blood, and he may have reached the realm of immortality.

The Draenei had been fleeing from their home planet of Argus for nearly 25,000 years, and for centuries before that, Viren and his brothers had ruled over Argus, few of whom had reached the exact age of the Prophet, as his contemporaries had long since died in the unforgiving time.

The Prophet wore a heavy white robe embellished with red and blue gems and strips of cloth, and a golden pendant at the back of his neck, which symbolized his prophetic status, his hair had long since fallen out, and his face was full of wrinkles, which were the marks of time on his body, and on his chin was a white beard that extended to his abdomen, and on his chin the tentacles, which were decorated with golden rings.

This dress has been with Mr. all his life and has become a part of his existence.

And on the prophet's forehead, there is a beating halo of purple runes, which are the runes that symbolize the leader of the Draenei and the patron of the Light, and of course, the most striking thing is the prophet's eyes... In the reflection of those eyes, you can even see a full starry sky...

This is a true legend, it is very foolish to weigh him with pure power, his existence has gone beyond the power itself, although the power of the Holy Light possessed by the prophet is definitely not weaker than that of a Naru, but in reality, this prophet rarely uses his own power... He was a pacifist through and through.

Some say he's cowardly, some say he's unworthy to lead the Draenei, others say he's just running away with his people like a mouse, but the fact that all the Draenei have been in exile for 25,000 years shows the Prophet's place in the hearts of his people...

In other words, it would be equally foolish to comment on Viren without understanding what he had endured, the Prophet and his past are the most complicated story under the stars, he had seen the Dark Titan Sargeras with his own eyes, he personally rejected the temptation of the Dark Titan, and saved his race with great difficulty in the choice of depravity and perdition, this qualification alone is enough to make anyone admire.

At this moment, the Prophet sat in his meditation room like a dying old man, his old hand flipped a string of black rosaries, and with each turn, traces of holy light danced in his fingertips.

Before his eyes was an old friend, a once-loyal Draenei, now an exile, a broken man in a blue robe who hid his face from it.

"Nobeldon, my friend, I heard that you have found a new faith?"

The Prophet's eyes shone with pure joy, and he smiled and said, "I told you a long time ago that there is always hope, and congratulations, you and your people have finally found it." ”

"This should be attributed to Akama... It was he who selflessly taught us the belief in the elements. ”

Nobordon's voice, like the other Breakers, was chaotic, slurred, and hoarse.

"Akama also suggested that the Breakers unite together, saying that the new owner of the Dark Temple has recognized the status of the Broken, and that he has invited us to go to Shadowmoon Valley to start a new life... But I turned him down. ”

Although the Shatterers were once a member of the Draenei, they were infected with an unknown epidemic in the Orc War, which distorted their bodies, causing the Draenei to expel them, which was a tragic history of blood and tears, so now, more than ten years later, neither the Draenei nor the Shatterers themselves know that the two sides are compatriots.

In fact, many of the Broken were hostile to the Draenei, and in the first hard times, it was the Draenei who drove them into the wilderness and the orcs to die, and the Draenei, though ashamed, did not feel that they had done wrong, that the disease was contagious, and that they had to protect their children.

It's a mess that no one knows, but the Draenei and the Shattered are now two completely different races, and they rarely communicate with each other, but their leaders are reunited when necessary, as they are now.

"Akama..."

When Viren heard the name, he fell silent, he closed his eyes, and whispered: "To this day, I can still remember the figure of Akama in a black robe, he was a promising archbishop, he should have been the pillar of the Draenei, but unfortunately, that war... Ruined him. ”

"That war ruined me, too... But I'm not here to discuss history with you, Viren. ”

Nobalton looked up, took a scroll from his robes, handed it to the Prophet, and whispered, "This is the letter that Akama asked me to pass on to you, the new master of the Dark Temple, who seems to want to re-divide the relationship between the Necromantic and the Draenei. ”

"Darkblade Knight?"

The Prophet took the scroll, and he sighed:

"It's going on, Draenor is already restless, now there are undead raging, the disaster that should have happened has not happened, the future that I never expected is emerging little by little, and the fate of this world has made me unpredictable... Alas. ”

"I'm more curious about what you're going to do with your relationship, I've heard that many of the Draenei are very unhappy with what the Death Knights did in Orangeton, and they think it's evil to desecrate the bodies of the living... What do you think, Viren? ”

With a hint of malice, Nobunton asked softly, and the question silenced the Prophet again, and after a moment he turned his rosary and whispered:

"Blasphemy? Perhaps, but if it's blasphemy, we didn't protect Oakington in the first place, which is in itself our responsibility, tradition is important, but for the current Draenei, survival is more important... The people can't afford the next war. ”

Viren looked at Nobelton, and he whispered:

"The demon's minions have never left us, and the disaster caused by the devil in this world is also part of our responsibility, you have personally experienced the Great Escape, Nobundun, who is our real enemy compared to the undead?"

"Hehe, you're still so cowardly, Viren."

Noborton stood up, slowly retreated into the shadows behind him, and before he disappeared, he whispered:

"But you're still as wise as ever, and you can always see the essence through the surface of the problem, but... It has nothing to do with me, I will take my people to Nagrand, to Washugu to learn the shamanic ways, my friend Viren, may you and your people have the last peace. ”

"Goodbye, Nobalton... I regret the mistakes made by the people in the past, if you will..."

"We won't be returning to the Draenei civilization! Viren... This is the last dignity of the Broken! ”

"Ugh..."

With a long sigh, the meditation room was once again at peace, and in the light that lingered around him, Viren read the short letter in his hand, he turned the rosary in his hand, thinking about the question in front of him, and after a moment, the dwarf Kudran pushed open the door and walked into the meditation room.

The first thing he saw was the Prophet sitting there, and the dwarf let out a cry of surprise.

"Oh my God! I have never seen such an old being as you, Exalted Prophet, you look like a true elder. ”

It was said in the dwarven language, and it was clear that the dwarves were deliberately testing the prophet Viren to see if he was as mysterious as the legend suggests, and the next moment, Viren opened his eyes, smiled a little, looked back at Kudran, and replied in a dwarven language with a brute hammer accent as pure as he was:

"It's just that you live longer, and that's nothing to be respected... Mr. Dwarf from another world, I've heard your story, come and sit down, I want to hear about your world, tell me the story of that world. ”

"The flames of the forge are above!"

Kudran let out a sigh of emotion, he walked up to the prophet, sat down across from him, and looked at those star-like eyes, the dwarf couldn't help but hold his breath, in the dwarf's long life, he had seen many liars who claimed to be prophets, but his intuition told him that this old Draenei in front of him... Probably the most authentic of all the prophets in the world.

Seeing that the dwarf did not speak, Viren smiled, reached out and poured himself a glass of water, and took out a bottle of fine wine for the dwarf and put it in front of his eyes, Viren looked at Kudran, and he whispered:

"I know your intentions, and although the Draenei cannot join you in the war, I will gladly accompany you to the city of Shattrath to mediate between war and peace."

"How do you know I'm going to Shattrath?"

Kudran's eyes widened, and Viren smiled mysteriously, which made the dwarf feel more and more "mysterious" and "powerful" of the prophet in front of him, so in the following inquiry, he told Viren the history of Azeroth almost without saying anything.

What the dwarves don't know is that the matter of Shattrath City is clearly stated in Tyrion's letters, but this does not prevent Viren from using this to deceive the simple dwarves, as an elder who has lived countless years, Viren knows very well how to deal with strangers, the identity of the prophet... In fact, it is still very useful occasionally.

"Wait, Mr. Kudran, you're saying that your world has once defeated a demon called the Burning Legion?"

"Well, that's what those long-eared people who live in seclusion on the continent of Kalimdor say, after all, that was 10,000 years ago, and no one knows the truth except them, but I'm more inclined that they're actually bragging..."

"Can you elaborate on this?"

"Well, I don't know much... But if you want to hear it, let me tell you about it, it is said that it is because the queen with long ears, a queen named Azhara, is said to be as wise and powerful as her beauty, and then this queen played a game when she was bored, and as a result, she attracted demons..."

With Kudran's somewhat upside-down narrative, the story of the world of Azeroth and demons 10,000 years ago unfolded before the Prophet's eyes, Kudran didn't realize that as he told the story, the Prophet's eyes grew brighter and brighter as he told the story...

It's like... It's like a person who struggles to move forward in the darkest desperate situation and finally finds a glimmer of hope.