Whose tears are flying?

And who is crying with joy?

There is only one answer - the Draenei!

The Draenei are too hard-pressed to be hunted down by their former compatriots for more than 20,000 years, wandering around with nowhere to hide. Almost every planet you visit, it won't be long before a Burning Legion's Void Battleship pursues you. Not to mention a thousand years of peace, incense has already been burned in 50 years.

Many times, they encounter civilizations and races that are weaker than they are. There is no way to help them fend off the Burning Legion. In order not to trap others, they will even take the initiative to leave those planets with intelligent creatures.

How could it be like today, to be taken in and sheltered by a powerful force?

From the astrologers who have become a branch of Shattrath City, they have heard of the powerful legends of the Alliance. Now, it seems that they have the privilege of being witnesses to this invincible legend.

"Be careful not to choke! I've been hungry for too long, and I can't stand eating too much all of a sudden. "A serious hoof, with a flower on her face, as if it was not her who choked on puffed dry food just now, but some passerby.

Fortunately, the Draenei are all believers in the Light, and even the apprentices from the Carabo Temple have a sense of obedience that borders on blind obedience.

Both adults and children were hungry, and they were very disciplined, no crowding, no rushing, and lined up one by one for Irel and the others to be delivered.

"See, there are still tons of grain there, enough for us to eat for a month. Hold out for another week or two, and the Alliance will open the passage from the Hellfire Peninsula to Shattrath City. ”

The Draenei heeded Duke's advice and paraded around Shattrath City with mountains of compressed biscuits and puffed cakes.

There is food in the hand, and there is no panic in the heart.

Originally, the Draenei were known for their toughness. Now they were more confident in defending their main city.

At the door of the main hall, the shield of Viren surrounded Viren and Duke, and the two stood side by side. Viren watched this scene and felt a lot.

"I really didn't expect it. ”

"There are so many things you didn't expect. Draenei's joining the alliance is a win-win for all of Azeroth and for the Draenei. The Alliance needs your skills and the guidance of the Light, and you need the Alliance's power and protection. We're natural allies, aren't we?"

"Definitely. Viren nodded.

There's nothing more wonderful than this combination. You must know that within the Alliance, the Church of the Holy Light is simply a pillar church that spans kingdoms and races. Even though the Night Elves have a true god Elune on their heads, the alliance is still dominated by the Church of Light.

Coincidentally, since the deaths of Alonsos and Uther, the position of Archbishop of the Holy Light has been vacant.

Duke directly offered to let the Great God Stick of Viren sit in this position.

Ethnicity is different, but beliefs share the same roots.

Coupled with the edification of foreigners, this is the crowning glory for the Delaney.

How could you make Viren refuse?

A hanging heart has long been put down.

Only with the follow-up support of the Alliance, it can be announced that Delaney is perfectly integrated into the Alliance.

"Praise the Light—"

"Praise the Alliance—"

"Long live the Prophet!"

When you are full and don't roar, how can you be worthy of this ecstasy and joy?

The whole city of Shattrath was boiling.

The noise was heard thousands of meters away, and the cheers of the Draenei could be heard throughout the orc camp.

Kilrog*Deatheye knew that Shattrath City would not be able to defeat him and his army of orcs.

When he first took refuge in Illidan, the first order Illidan gave him was the death order. In recent days, he has not been able to contact Illidan at all. It was as if his new master had evaporated from the world.

The command center of the entire Outland Legion is completely paralyzed, and the commanders of each place are fighting on their own.

Mathridon asks the Dark Temple for help, but the Dark Temple ignores it.

Asking for help from Vasqi's Naga forces in the Zangar swamp to the west, Vasqi shirked Illidan's order and could only continue to carry out the original order and pump water from the lake in the swamp.

As the saying goes, every family has a scripture that is difficult to read.

At this time, the tribe was also in a difficult situation.

In the frontline camp outside the Hellfire Citadel, Thrall looked up at the sky, and the world of Azeroth seemed to be a distant memory, far away in his mind. As far as the eye can see, only an infinite stretch of darkness is left in the sky, torn apart by the light or mystical energy that passes by from time to time.

Seeing the majestic figure walking to his side, Sal asked, "What's the situation?"

"There are a lot of casualties, but more importantly, our food supply can't keep up. The dead man had no expression to speak of, but Ogrim's voice was full of shame: "It's all my fault." I should have thought that the situation would be worse than I thought. ”

I thought that when I returned to my hometown, the tribe with orcs as the core would be a home battle. Unexpectedly, my hometown is still my hometown, but unfortunately it has long been changed beyond recognition.

Even with the addition of goblins, the tribe's supply method is still primitive, belonging to the kind of local materials, and then consume the surrounding natural resources like locusts.

Twenty-three years ago, when Orgrim left, he could barely hunt near the Dark Gate, despite the lack of resources. Now, the land is completely barren, and if there are monsters that roam, most of them are demonic creatures that have been heavily polluted by evil energy.

There really aren't many prey to eat.

It's not that demonic creatures can't be eaten, the problem is that if you eat them, they will become more and more like evil orcs, which is a complete reversal of the cart before the horse.

Originally, Thrall also asked Kilrog about these orcs who came from the Dark Gate later, but he didn't think that those guys harbored evil intentions, and actually lied that they were not much different from the time of Orgrim.

If the tribe can play elite tactics like the Alliance, it may be possible to reduce the pressure by reducing the number of soldiers.

The point is that no!

"Ask the Alliance for help. I'm willing to bet that Duke guy has calculated our supply difficulties and must have reserved our share. Orgrim gritted his teeth.

It's not hate, it's more of a helplessness.

No tribal boss can blame Duke, because before passing through the Dark Gate, Duke also specially asked Varian to come and ask if he wanted to prepare the tribe's supplies. Of course, supplies are not gratuitous, and require the tribe to exchange more ores and resources.

"It can't be helped. That's all there is to it!" Sal sighed as well.

The tribe was invaded by the Union economy and culture, and he had long noticed. Since the ceasefire and alliance with the Alliance, he has been mindful of boosting the Horde's racial soul and mitigating the invasion of the Alliance's values and social outlooks.

Now, it seems, he failed.

Half a day later, the canned Union beef from Fort Glory arrived. The tribal camp erupted in enthusiastic cheers.

This sound made Sal feel even more frustrated.