Azeroth’s Death Track

Chapter 179 17. Velen's decision [50100]

Kurdran Wildhammer guessed right. The draenei who escaped the orc massacre are not just a stronghold in Teledor. In fact, the draenei living here are less than the remaining draenei. One-fifth of the draenei, most of the draenei live in another place, and there, there is the last armed force of the draenei.

The location of that place is currently the biggest secret of the Draenei. Most of the residents of Teledore don't know where their compatriots are hiding, but for the refugees living here, life in Zangarmarsh is actually quite different. Not bad, the products here are rich, rich in a variety of edible plants and rare resources, as well as enough fish and prey to feed one's hunger.

After lucky enough to survive the crazy massacre set off by the orcs, the draenei have learned patience and contentment...

The Draenei in this city use an ancient and effective method to hide themselves. They built the city on a huge mushroom. This is no joke. After entering Zangarmarsh, Kurdran saw I have seen this kind of huge mushrooms, they grow wildly in this swamp, they are as tall as the towers built by humans, and they are extremely strong.

The dwarves tried to destroy it with a handaxe, but the feeling of the collision was almost like cutting on steel. This kind of weird creature can naturally be used as a place of residence.

The Draenei people chose a huge mushroom hidden in a corner, they hollowed out the inside of the mushroom, carefully hid themselves and their civilization in it, and made the upper and lower back and forth with proficient and superb engineering methods. The highest point of the platform is more than 30 meters from the ground, which is a height that ordinary creatures cannot surpass. Perhaps it is through this method that they successfully escaped the pursuit of the orcs and have lived until now.

And Teledore is just the largest of these mushroom cities. More than 1,000 draenei live here. There are many strongholds of draenei near Teledor.

This kind of scene reminded Kurdran that when facing the orc invasion, the distant relatives of the Wildhammer dwarves, those copperbeard dwarves living in Khaz Modan, they also used the same method to hide themselves in the ground. They escaped the slaughter of the orcs... This gave the Wildhammer dwarves and these newly-acquainted Draenei a lot of common language.

They quickly became friends... at least on the surface, dwarves are really good at dealing with strangers, provided they can drink and are as straightforward as dwarves.

Along the gem-studded stairs, Kurdran followed the priest into the prophet's resting place. The dancing tail dangled in front of the dwarf's eyes. Kurdran wanted to reach out to grab it more than once, but the dwarf held back. Even if you use your butt to think about your own impulse, you can guess that grabbing a draenei's tail is just like laughing at a dwarf's height, which is absolutely impolite.

Here we are, Mr. Kurdran, the Prophet is waiting for you inside.

When reaching the highest point, the Delaney priest stopped, pointed to the meditation room ahead, and said something to the dwarf, who hurriedly arranged his clothes, and the Delaney priestess was surprised to find that, The dwarf, who was still drunk just now, has fully regained his sobriety at this time.

Wait, ma'am, doesn't the prophet need an interpreter?

The dwarf looked at the departing priest, and asked in a low voice, Aren't you going in with me?

This question stunned the pastor, and soon, a mysterious smile appeared on her light blue cheeks, she flicked her tail, and said in a low voice:

Don't worry, Mr. Dwarf, the prophet... can understand any language in this world.

Oh? That's really mysterious.

Kurdran shrugged, stroked his beard to make it look more beautiful, and then reached out and pushed open the door of the meditation room.

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Prophet Velen was already exhausted when he returned to Teledor. The journey through the entire Draenor world was not easy even for a young Draenei, let alone an old man like him?

Velen has lived for tens of thousands of years. Even in the long-lived Draenei society, the Prophet can be called an absolute long-lived person, and is called Immortal by the people. Many people think that the existence of the Prophet has surpassed Having reached the limit of a flesh and blood creature, he may have reached the realm of immortality.

The flight of the draenei from their parent planet Argus has been going on for nearly 25,000 years, and Velen and his brothers ruled Argus for centuries before that, few until the Prophet's exact age, Because the draenei of his time had long died in the ruthless time.

The prophet is wearing a white heavy robe, which is dotted with red and blue gemstones and cloth strips. There is a golden pendant on the back of his neck, which symbolizes his prophethood. His hair has long since fallen out, and his face His face was wrinkled, the traces of time on this body, and on his chin was a white beard that extended to his abdomen, and the tentacles on his chin were decorated with golden rings.

This attire has been with the husband all his life and has become a part of his existence.

On the forehead of the prophet, there is a halo of purple runes, which symbolize the leader of the draenei and the patron of the holy light. Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the eyes of the prophet... in the eyes of those eyes In the reflection, you can even see a complete starry sky...

This is a true legend. It is very stupid to weigh him with pure power. His existence has surpassed the power itself. Although the power of the holy light possessed by the prophet is definitely not weaker than a naaru, But in reality, the Prophet rarely used his powers...he was a pacifist through and through.

Some people say he is cowardly, some say he is not worthy to lead the Draenei, and some say he will just run away with his people like a mouse, but in the 25,000 years of exile, all the Draenei are right Velen has never left, which already shows the status of the Prophet in the hearts of his people...

In other words, it is also very stupid to comment on Velen without knowing what he has endured. The prophet and his past are the most complicated stories under this starry sky. He has seen the darkness with his own eyes. The Titan Sargeras, he personally rejected the temptation of the Dark Titan, and saved his race with difficulty in the choice of degeneration and extinction. This qualification alone is enough for anyone to admire.

At this time, the Prophet was sitting in his meditation room like a dying old man, turning a string of black rosary beads in his old hands, and every time he turned one, there were traces of holy light beating at his fingertips.

In front of his eyes was an old friend, a once loyal draenei, now an exile, a Broken One wearing a blue robe that hid his face in it.

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

With a gleam of pure joy in the Prophet's eyes, he smiled and said, I told you long ago that there is always hope, and congratulations, you and your people have finally found it.

This should be attributed to Akama...it is he who selflessly taught us the faith of the elements.

Nobundo's voice was the same as that of other Broken Ones, somewhat chaotic, inarticulate, and hoarse.

Akama also suggested that the Broken unite. He said that the new master of the Black Temple recognized the status of the Broken. He invited us to go to Shadowmoon Valley to start a new life...but I rejected him.

Although the Broken were once a member of the Draenei, they contracted an unknown disease during the orc war, which distorted their bodies and caused the Draenei to expel them. It was a tragic history of blood and tears , so now, more than ten years later, neither the draenei nor the broken ones know that they are compatriots.

In fact, many Broken are very hostile to the Draenei. In the initial difficult time, it was those Draenei who drove them to the wilderness to wait to die in front of the orcs. Although the Draenei were ashamed, they did not Don't feel like they've done anything wrong, that disease is contagious, and they have to protect their children.

This is a mess, and no one can figure it out. In short, the Draenei and the Broken are two completely different races. The two sides rarely communicate with each other, but when necessary, their leaders will reunite. Together, like now.

Akama...

Hearing this name, Velen fell silent. He closed his eyes and said softly: Up to now, I can still remember the figure of Akama wearing a black robe. He is a promising archbishop who should have become A pillar of the draenei, alas, that war...destroyed him.

That war ruined me too...but I'm not here to discuss history with you, Velen.

Nobundo raised his head, took out a scroll from his robe, and handed it to the Prophet. He said softly, This is what Akama asked me to hand over to you. It is a letter from the new owner of the Dark Temple. Divide the relationship between the undead and the Draenei.

The dark blade knight?

The Prophet took the scroll, he sighed:

Things are difficult, Draenor is not peaceful, and now there are undead raging, the disaster that should have come has not yet happened, but the future that I never expected is appearing little by little, the fate of this world has made me unpredictable. ..well.

I'm more curious about how you will handle the relationship between you. I heard that many draenei are very dissatisfied with what the death knights did in Auchindoun. They think that they desecrated the remains of the living. An evil act... What do you think, Velen?

Nobundo asked softly with a hint of malice, and this question silenced the prophet again. After a while, he twirled his rosary and whispered:

Profanity? Maybe, but if it is blasphemy, we failed to protect Auchindoun at the beginning. This is our responsibility. Tradition is important, but for the current Draenei, survival is more important. ...the people cannot afford another war.

Velen looked at Nobundo, and he said softly:

The devil's minions have never left our side. The disasters caused by the devil in this world are part of our responsibility. You have experienced the great escape yourself, Nobundo. Compared with the undead, who is our real enemy? ?”

Hehe, you are still so cowardly, Velen.

Nobundo stood up and slowly retreated into the shadow behind him. Before he disappeared, he said softly:

But you are still as wise as before, and you can always see the essence through the surface of the problem, but... this has nothing to do with me, I will take my people to Nagrand and Oshu'gun to learn the way of shaman , my friend Velen, may you and your people be at last safe.

Goodbye, Nobundo... I regret the mistakes made by the people. If you are willing...

We will not return to Draenei civilization! Velen...this is the last dignity of the Broken!

well...

With a long sigh, the meditation room returned to tranquility again. In the lingering light, Velen finished reading the short letter in his hand. He twirled the rosary in his hand, thinking about the problem in front of him. After a while, the dwarf Kurdran pushed Open the door and walk into the meditation room.

The dwarf let out a cry of surprise at his first sight of the Seer seated there.

My God! I have never seen you so old, respected prophet, you look like a real elder.

This was said in the dwarf language. Obviously, the dwarf was deliberately testing the prophet Velen to see if he was as mysterious as the legend said. The next moment, Velen opened his eyes and looked back with a smile. Kurdran, in dwarven with a Wildhammer accent as pure as his, replied:

Just live longer, that's nothing to be respected... Mr. Dwarf from another world, I've heard your story, come sit down, I want to hear about your world, tell me about it The story of that world.

The flames of the forge are on!

Kurdran let out a sigh of emotion. He walked up to the Prophet and sat opposite him. Looking at those star-like eyes, the dwarf couldn't help but hold his breath. In the long life of the dwarf, he has seen many people who claim to be He was a liar of a prophet, but his intuition told him that the old draenei in front of him... was probably the most genuine one among all the prophets in the world.

Seeing that the dwarf didn't speak, Velen smiled, stretched out his hand to pour himself a glass of water, and took out a bottle of fine wine for the dwarf, and placed it in front of his eyes. Velen looked at Kurdran and said in a low voice:

I already know your reason for coming. Although the Draenei cannot join your war, I am happy to accompany you to Shattrath City to participate in this mediation about war and peace.

How did you know I was going to Shattrath?

Kurdran's eyes widened, while Velen showed a mysterious smile, which made the dwarf feel more mysterious and powerful of the prophet in front of him, so in the ensuing questioning, he almost knew everything. He told Velen exactly what he knew about the history of Azeroth.

What the dwarves don't know is that the things about Shattrath City are clearly stated in Tyrion's letter, but this does not prevent Velen from using it to deceive simple dwarves, as a long-lived elder Or, Velen knows how to deal with strangers, and the identity of a prophet...in fact, it is still very useful occasionally.

Wait, Mr. Kurdran, are you saying that your world once defeated a demon called the Burning Legion?

Uh, this is what those long-eared people living in seclusion in the continent of Kalimdor said. After all, that happened 10,000 years ago. No one knows the truth except them, but I prefer that they are actually bragging... .”

Can you tell me more about this?

Well, I don't know much... but since you want to hear, I'll tell you. It is said that it is because of the queen with long ears, a queen named Azshara. It is said that her wisdom and strength are comparable to her The beauty of the queen is the same, she is unparalleled in the world, and then the queen played a game when she was bored, and the devil was attracted...

Accompanied by Kurdran's somewhat upside-down narration, the story of the world of Azeroth and the demons 10,000 years ago unfolded before the eyes of the prophet. Kurdran did not notice that when he told the story, the eyes of the prophet sitting opposite him getting brighter...

It's like... like a person who has finally found a glimmer of hope after struggling in the darkest and most desperate situation.