Viren was still stunned, he didn't believe his ears.

Don't the Draenei need an Alliance?

Absolutely!

The intermittent encirclement of orcs and demons has long brought the Draenei to the brink of collapse.

Now the remaining Delaney is not even the original hundredth.

It seems that the city of Shattrath has been recovered, and at the cost of losing almost all the young and strong. Take a look, once you step out of this hemispherical hall, you can see dying people everywhere in the residential area.

They groaned weakly, waiting for death to come in the filthy, stinking muddy water.

The Light is not omnipotent. The Light can heal the wounds and soothe the soul, but the Light cannot cure malnutrition, grow lost limbs, or kill the parasites that burrow into the body.

Although Viren had no doubt that if the evil and filthy orcs invaded the residential area, the dying compatriots would tell the invaders what the will was and what the despair was to fight back, but that could not stop it was the best representation of the harsh reality of the 'dying struggle'.

Twenty-five thousand years of fugitive life did not break Vilen's incomparably strong heart, and if he also fell, then there would be no one else who knew the details of the Burning Legion as well.

He cannot fall, even if all his people are destroyed, even if he is the only one left.

It was at this time that he learned about the Alliance, and that there was a world in this world where the Burning Legion rats could not pull the tortoise.

Even the astrologers who took refuge in Shattrath showed him a small image of the Burning Legion's invasion, including Akmund's body hanging from the stump of the World Tree on Mount Hyjal.

At the beginning, in order to boost morale, the alliance played this video on a loop in the main city of the alliance for three months.

Of course, Viren recognized that this was his old friend Akmund himself, who was at odds with him back then.

From that day on, Viren was mentally ready to hug his thighs.

Again, happiness came so suddenly that he couldn't believe it.

After a brief silence, there was the joy of a flash flood.

Viren bowed deeply: "I thank the Alliance for the generosity and acceptance of the 300,000 Draenei, it is an honor for the Draenei. ”

300,000 or something, it's definitely an approximate number. The Draenei had been killed a long time ago, driven everywhere like ducks by the orc Mandranor.

Duke genuinely doubted that there were still 100,000 sane Draenei. Of course, Duke had no doubt that Viren, the magic stick, had a special psychic connection to know the number of his people. For example, the Twin Emperors, Nima, the kind of accurate numbers that are accurate to the single digits, almost frightened Duke when they were first reported.

Of course, Duke will not deny this number. For humans with a population of tens of millions, even if all of these Draenei go to Azeroth, they won't even make a splash.

"That's easy, the alliance is equal to all nations, and the Draenei are no exception. The specific details are for the following people to discuss. Now that the magic network connection is good, you can ask for anything from your side first, and the alliance will try to accommodate you. ”

"Food!" Viren burst out, as if he was afraid that Duke would not know the seriousness of the problem, and Veren emphasized repeatedly: "Lots of food." The war destroyed all production. We have lost all our fields, and we can only send a small number of our compatriots through secret passages every day to gather food in the forests outside of orc-controlled areas. ”

"How much food, huh?"

"I want to have a hundred tons of the first batch, and the sooner the better. ”

"As you wish!" At this moment, Du someone's forced grid soared from zero to a hundred yards, and he didn't even need to blink.

Du Mouke - magic lamp possession!

I only heard Duke snap his fingers crisply, and the next moment, several space bags suddenly opened next to Duke.

"Bang dang-" The sound of hard objects falling to the ground continued.

Strips of golden light, about twenty centimeters long, fell out of the void.

In the blink of an eye, it was already piled up in front of Viren.

Duke smiled, "Trouble is called hoof...... Irel comes. ”

Viren nodded in an almost undetectable magnitude, and naturally someone called in the hooves that were dangling outside the main hall, staring at Thomas wide-eyed, and at the same time turning on the 'secret observation' mode.

The hooves were curious and superficially calm, but the cheerful steps and the large flicking tail betrayed her mood.

What kind of calm? This is clearly a fart rushing over!

"Mr. Viren, you call me?" asked Iriel, a little excited, and a little cramped.

Viren looked at his young disciple who was a little out of the way with a loving gaze: "It's Ambassador Doku who is looking for you. ”

The hoof turned his head and blinked, "Is there anything I need help with?"

Duke laughed without saying a word, snapping his fingers again, and a thing fifty centimeters long, twenty-five centimeters wide, and twenty centimeters high, a bit like an ice basin, took shape in front of the Draenei.

By the way, he also communicated with the water elemental plane and poured a basin of water into it.

"It doesn't taste very good, but it's made with the finest food. With that, Duke picked up a 'gold bar' and tore open the wrapping paper on the surface, revealing a brown solid.

Duke casually threw it into the pool.

At first, nothing happened, but soon the small brick at the bottom of the pool began to react with the water, and bubbles kept coming up.

"Puff puff!" The strange sound attracted the attention of all the Draenei people around him.

In less than thirty seconds, the small 'brick' that started out greedily sucked up the water at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into a large fluffy cake that almost broke the ice basin.

Duke made a gesture of please.

A Veron Shield stepped forward, broke a small piece, and ate it in his mouth, and soon a smile appeared on his rugged face: "I tasted wheat, eggs, and a plant or two spices. Quite nutritious. ”

Almost as soon as the words fell, Iriel's tail spun like a windmill, "Let me taste it too?"

With a brisk step, Irel went over and broke off a piece, "Mmmm, it tastes good, why do you say it doesn't taste good?"

At this moment, in Karazhan, Duke slapped his head with a wry smile on his face. Aurelia next to him hooked his nose and smiled lightly.

Whether it tastes good or bad is relative.

As a time-traveler, Duke's understanding of modern warfare is definitely beyond the world of Azeroth. He came up with the concept of compressed biscuits for a long time.

Prior to Du's crossing, both humans and dwarves in Azeroth had eaten bread as their staple food. But in the two large-scale cross-sea wars, bread and other things were too troublesome and too occupied.

So Duke insisted on adding compressed biscuits and canned fish to the logistics.

Seriously, these are all warehouse bottom goods from a few years ago, but the Delaney people regard them as treasures!