At this time, Kilrog was already drenched in cold sweat.

"You can't come to 'our world'! You can't come here! This is not your domain!" as if asking oneself, as if emphasizing, more like an unconscious self-hypnosis.

Kilrog was in a trance, nervously muttering these words over and over again.

"What did I do wrong? No! I wasn't wrong! Thrall was too weak! 'Orcs will never be slaves'? Phew! What he is doing now is turning the Horde into eternal slaves of the Alliance! This world is the territory of the Orcs! It's the world of the Burning Legion, and you can't do anything as an outside demigod—"

Kilrog is a smart man full of ambition. He would obey the strong, but only if the other party showed his decisive power! Convinced that Illidan under Kil'Gardan would be better able to fight the hateful Alliance, he chose to raise the flag of rebellion when he returned to his familiar place.

The funny thing is that when he faced Duke again, the first thing he remembered was that - the terrible days of being dominated by Duke Marcus!

"Keep charging? No! No, that guy is crazy! He can even burn his own main city, and he doesn't care about the main city of the Draenei!"

The main building of Shattrath City was originally nested in the basin, and it was only through several huge hanging passages that people from the outer city could directly enter the main building.

If you set fire to the basin with oil, the orcs in the passage will be destroyed.

A tumultuous collection of memories came to Kilrog's mind. The more he didn't want to think about it, the clearer the dusty memory became.

Orcs have absolute strength?

Oh, that's not the first time!

A fire burned down the Elwyn Forest, burning nearly 100,000 orcs.

What about attacking Stormwind? Another fire will burn your 100,000 elites!

It has an overwhelming force, but it can let hundreds of thousands of orcs hide at the bottom of the sea every time, and all of them go to feed the fish!

Chiefs knew they had to make a change, so they tacitly accepted Orgrim to come to power.

But so what?

was weakened again and again, ushered in failure again and again, and finally came to an end.

When Kilrog awoke from the onslaught, he took a deep breath and exhaled all the air in his cold lungs at once, his vocal cords, nourished by the power of darkness, emitting a tremor of fear from the deepest part of his soul.

"The whole army obeys the order! Retreat—"

Although the orcs are bloodthirsty and ferocious, they are not completely irrational like the legendary berserkers.

The call to retreat sounded, and even if they were unwilling, they finally evacuated.

The Draenei garrisons and warriors could finally breathe a sigh of relief. They cleared the garrison, and then the main force slowly retreated, returning to the city. Large numbers of civilians began to pour out, most of them acting as logistical figures.

Carry away every one of their compatriots who still have a breath, heal them with the light as much as possible, and purge every orc who has not yet died.

These things are not in the hands of Duke and Thomas.

Here, Iriel, who was still in a state of shock and inexplicability just now, suddenly became a spirit. Duke noticed a faint light in her ears.

Huh? And this kind of operation?

Sure enough, Irel saluted Duke and the others, "Lord Viren is aware of your arrival and is ready to receive you. Please come with me. ”

"Okay!"

Just now, the place where Duke was located was close to the outer city, and it was supposed to be the fastest through the large passage connecting the inner and outer cities. Because of the war, the passage up to 50 meters wide has been filled with all kinds of war machines or makeshift bunkers.

To enter the inner city, it is faster to enter the basin.

Walking through the chaotic basin, the surrounding area has been transformed into a huge barracks, or temporary shelter. Everywhere you look, there are crippled Draenei soldiers, or wizened civilians. It is clear that the city has begun to implement rationing in kind, and all resources are given priority to the garrisons and warriors who can fight.

Irel is clearly a 'celebrity' here, and almost every Draenei knows her and greets her.

Of course, not everyone, everything is good.

"Hey, Iriel, when are you going to pay back the six copper coins you owe me?" said a young lady draenei in draenei.

Duke could clearly see that Irir, who had become light and cheerful from the fight off the orcs, was instantly petrified.

Duke: That's embarrassing!

Is this the so-called black history?

Or is it a penny that stumps the hero?

I didn't expect that Iriel, who was originally famous in history, would have such an embarrassing moment.

As soon as the hooves heard this, they were a little hairy on the spot, and the blue tail stood up in the sky like a cat fried its hair, and she glanced at Duke quickly with a weak heart, and saw that Duke didn't seem to pay attention to this side, so she immediately patted her strong chest, and then hurriedly replied: "Mamie! I took these distinguished guests to Lord Viren, and I have completed the task, and I will pay you back as soon as I get the bonus!"

As soon as the sisters were sent here, the bad Duke was heard over there, controlling Mark Dooku and saying, "Miss Iriel, what six copper coins, do you need me to support you?"

Over there, the young lady shouted again, "Iriel—"

The hoof instantly switched to pretending to be stupid: "What? I can't hear clearly! What are you talking about?"

Over there, he grabbed Duke's hand: "Lord Viren is still waiting for you." Hurry, hero, before she catches up and pesters, let's go!"

Burst!

If it weren't for the fact that it wasn't right now, Duke would have wanted to roll around on the ground a few times, slap the table and laugh or something.

Is this still the serious Draenei Archbishop of later generations?

Entering the passage of the heavy handles, Duke and his party came to the huge hemispherical main hall.

The curved walls around it are carved with mysterious runes that are flooded. A Naru, shimmering with divine light and made of N diamond-shaped hard blocks in human form, was suspended in the middle of the main hall.

Another older draenei stood in front of Naru's side.

In all corners of the main hall, the beautiful armor of the Draenei guards was polished to shine. In the shadow of Naru's holy light, it appears even more divine.

The older draenei was probably Viren, and standing around him were several paladins and garrisons, bowing subtly to show obedience to him. This obedience stems from a top-down pyramid of power that completely eliminates the element of self-interest.

Probably, only a thoroughly idealistic race like the Draenei would have such a thing.

Du has a lot of respect for other people's religious beliefs, even if he himself is on top of the god's stick.

The problem is that he is a complete materialist at heart, who has been educated by the Great Celestial Empire!