Stormwind God

The Broken are the races of the former Draenei who were affected by the power of the Burning Legion. Many of them have lost their reason and self due to various circumstances, or have changed their appearance and changed their tempers.

Now the group of broken people are the ones with brain damage.

After paying half of their companions, they fortunately escaped, entered the thorn rock ground next to the thorny path, and were besieged by dozens of steel-tooth flying raiders. Only one hoof was left.

The original captain and deputy captain were all hanging on the road.

Duke scratched his head, thinking: Is this lucky since the ancient dragon?

However, this is war. Although high-end force can be used as the winner in determining victory or defeat, more often, the efforts of mortals are still used to tilt the balance of victory to one side.

Duke felt a little sympathy for the Draenei.

Through so long, Duke has also seen many worlds. But still sticking to the taste of this world that is about to slip into the abyss of hell, Duke now has a little experience. He couldn't help recalling the rich Elwynn Forest, even if the flames of war spread by the orcs once were bright, with the cleansing of the years and the efforts of mortals, they could still be alive.

It's not the land that is more barren day by day.

"Let's go! Go to Shattrath." Thomas finished, but found Yrel not moving.

Obviously, this draenei Mengxin is interpreting what Mengxin trembles.

That's really shaking! The obvious jitter was more clearly visible on her tail.

Because of the members of the league team, everyone is riding a large bug. These bugs look very meek. It's a pity that it's not fundamentally different from the steel-tooth flycatcher who had almost killed her.

"Come on, it's okay." Thomas on the bug mount gently stretched out his hand.

Yrel looked left and right, and said weakly, "Mr. Duku, can I ride a mount with you?"

At this moment, Thomas' body suddenly became petrified and stiff, and his expression was stagnant. It is not difficult to imagine that his single dog heart was hurt by 100,000 critical hits at this instant. Others couldn't help wondering if there was a wicked wind blowing in the next second that would cause him to weather away and dissipate with the wind?

A large cricket was written on Duke's face.

At Karazhan, Jaina slaps at the table and laughs: "Duke! I didn't expect you to provoke a little girl by controlling an avatar! Wow ha ha ha ha!"

Uh, is this the legendary invisible sister-in-law most deadly?

Everyone said that. What else could Duke do?

Duke controlled Mark said with a smile: "It's my pleasure, ma'am. There's another benefit to sitting behind me, at least you don't have to worry about getting caught in the edges of the armor."

If so, forget it.

"I ... I haven't mounted any mounts. Can you let me sit in front, I'm afraid I will fall."

"..." Thomas' heart was hurt by a million additional critical strikes.

"can."

While riding, Yrel noticed a detail. She noticed that there was a line of common words inscribed on the hard shell of the worm's neck: Qiu Mingshan!

"this is……"

Du Mouke's old face blushed, and he immediately put on a serious face: "No time to explain, get on the car! Oh no, come on."

"Oh, okay." Mengxin is pure, and she realizes she's been here too long. Now that her capital is under siege, her clan is constantly sacrificing, and she is still tormenting here, and even Mark, who is an ally, reminds her that it is really not appropriate.

At this moment, Yrel could not help but pay respect to Duke.

With the lead, things are a lot simpler. Passing still needs to pass through those areas. Under the leadership of Yrel, the Alliance advance team can avoid many places where monsters gather.

While looking for a place to insert the signal booster of the magic net, while advancing, the advance team spent five days, finally crossing the thorn rock, bypassing Turem, and came to the southwest of Shattrath City.

Shattrath used to be and is now the Delaney capital of Draenor. Another meaning of its name is

‘Where the Holy Light’ is.

Fierce fighting broke out after Kil'jaeden deceived Ner'zhul and provoked the orcs to wage war against Draenei. Although the Draeneis clung to the capital, the city of Shattrath fell. The whole city was in ruins until Shatar came here.

Reconstruction has begun here. Although progress is extremely slow, it is indeed rebuilding. Unexpectedly, after Illidan returned to the Outland, in order to make the entire Outland into his most solid backing, he began to clean up all opposition to his existence.

At this moment, the battle drums were loud outside, and the screams of fighting even spread a few kilometers away to the middle of Shattrath City.

Unlike the tense fighting atmosphere outside, the city of Shattrath was quiet in the middle.

Shattrath City has a peculiar structure, and in the middle is an extremely large hemispherical hall.

The Draenei buildings all have a similar style, and this hall is a bit like the Draenei shrine of Karabo. Supported by huge taupe columns, in the middle of the gap between the stone buildings, all are dazzling purple and blue glass, and the sharp-leaf gates are layered on top of each other, and it looks like an aesthetic work of art at any time.

In the center of the hall, there are numerous pieces of gold-shaped leaves suspended in the air. That's synonymous with Naruto!

This energy creature with a strong self-consciousness is the strongest existence against the Burning Legion.

In the face of the surging energy of the Naaru, even the most bloodthirsty warrior will be at peace, and the most exhausted believers will be respected.

In front of the throne, anyone can get great comfort from the Pillar of Light, even if he glances far away.

In front of Naaru's seat, Velen thought about the clues about the future he had recently felt, trying to understand the deep or shallow connections. For months, he felt more and more fragmented clues.

The Prophet Draenei crossed his legs and covered his aging knees with his hands. When he meditated, the crystal seemed to echo his power, shining, pulsating, in a chaotic rather than orderly Whirling around and dancing around him. Countless possible future illusions are coming towards him.

He felt once again a hopeful variable coming from the East.

At this moment, in the wide aisle beside Shattrath City, Vindicator Marad, holding a huge crystal-forged warhammer, was fighting the hateful orcs. These guys look the same as they did twenty years ago.

He was very tired, even if the Holy Light gave him endless courage, he could not completely offset the exhaustion of his body.

At this moment, his hoof slipped, which made him kneel to the ground. Seeing an extremely filthy broken axe about to cut his neck, he could even feel the breath of death emanating from the inferior axe with a few gaps.

Suddenly, the tribe sounded the horn of retreat.

What happened?