The Broken were once a race of Draenei who were influenced by the power of the Burning Legion. Many of them had lost their rationality and ego due to various circumstances, or changed their appearance and temperament.
The current batch of Breakers were the brainless ones.
After sacrificing half of their companions, they were lucky enough to escape and entered the Thorn Trail. They were then surrounded by dozens of Steel-Fang Marauders, and in the end, only Hoof Imriel was left.
The original captain and vice captain were all killed on the way.
Duque scratched his head and thought: Is this the Lucky E of the Ancient Walk-On?
But this was war. Although high-end martial arts could be used as the deciding factor, most of the time, it still depended on the efforts of mortals to tilt the scales of victory in their favor.
Duque felt a little sorry for the Draenei.
After transmigrating for so long, Duque had seen many worlds. But now, Duque finally had a taste of what it felt like to continue to hold on to a world that was about to fall into the abyss of hell. He could not help but recall the rich Elven Forest. Even though it was once burned by the flames of war spread by the Beastmen, with the washing of time and the efforts of mortals, it was still able to recover.
And not this land that was getting more barren by the day.
"Let's go! To Shattrath. "Thomas said, but realized that Imriel did not move.
It was obvious that this Draenei was acting out what it meant to be a rookie trembling.
That was really trembling! The trembling was even more obvious on her tail.
That was because every member of the Alliance team was riding on a large bug. These bugs looked very tame. But no matter how she looked at them, they were no different from the Steel-Fang Marauders that almost took her life.
"Come on, it's okay." Thomas, who was riding on the bug, gently reached out his hand.
Imriel looked left and right, and said weakly, "Mr. Dooku, can I ride on the same mount as you?"
At this moment, Thomas' body suddenly stiffened, and the expression on his face froze. It was not hard to imagine that his single dog heart received a hundred thousand points of critical damage at this moment. The bystanders couldn't help but wonder if a gust of evil wind would blow in the next second and cause his entire body to be eroded and dissipate with the wind.
Duque's face was full of embarrassment.
In Karazhan, Jaina slammed the table and laughed. "Duque! I didn't expect you to be able to provoke the little girl even though you're controlling an avatar! Wahahaha! "
Uh, is this the legendary fatal invisible flirting?
What else could Duke do when the other party had already said so?
Mark, who was controlled by Duque, smiled and said, "It's my honor, Madam. There's another advantage to sitting behind me. At least you don't have to be afraid of being pricked by the edges of the armor. "
If that was the case, then forget it.
"I … I've never ridden a mount before. Can I sit in the front? I'm afraid I'll fall off."
"…" Thomas received an additional one million points of critical damage to his soul.
"Sure."
While riding on it, Imriel noticed a detail. She noticed that there was a line of words engraved on the hard shell of the worm's neck: Mount Akina!
"This is …"
Duque's face turned red, but he immediately put on a serious face. "There's no time to explain. Get on! Oh, no, get on quickly. "
"Oh, okay." The newbie was pure. She realized that she had been delayed here for too long. Now that her capital was under siege, and her people were constantly being sacrificed, she was still dawdling here. She even needed Mark, an ally, to remind her. She really shouldn't have done that.
At that moment, Imriel couldn't help but respect Duque.
With someone leading the way, the rest of the matter was much simpler. They still needed to pass through those few areas. Under Imriel's lead, the Alliance's advance party could avoid many places where monsters gathered.
While looking for a place to insert the Magic Net's signal booster, they pushed forward. The advance party spent five days and finally passed through the Thorny Rocky Grounds, bypassing Turem, and arrived at the southwest of Shattrath City.
Shattrath City was and was the capital of the Draenei people of Draenor. Another meaning of its name was' where the Holy Light is. '
After Kil 'jaeden deceived Ner' zhul and provoked the Orcs to start a war against the Draenei, a fierce battle broke out here. Although the Draenei held fast to the capital, Shattrath City still fell. The entire city was reduced to ruins until Shatar came here.
Originally, this place had already begun to be rebuilt. Although the progress was incomparably slow, it was indeed being rebuilt. Unexpectedly, after Illidan returned to the Outland, in order to make the entire Outland his strongest backing, he began to purge all those who opposed him.
At that moment, the sound of war drums outside could be heard even a few kilometers away, reaching the center of Shattrath City.
Unlike the tense atmosphere of the battle outside, the center of Shattrath City was quiet.
Shattrath City had a strange structure. In the center, there was an incomparably huge hemispherical hall.
The buildings of the Draenei all had a similar style. This hall was a bit like the Temple of Karabor, the Draenei's holy land. It was supported by huge grey-brown pillars. In between the gaps of the stone building, it was all dazzling purple and blue glass. The pointed leaf-shaped doors were stacked one after another. No matter when it looked, it looked like a beautiful work of art.
In the center of the hall, there was a human figure made of countless golden leaf-like fragments floating in the air. That was the synonym for Holy Light – Naaru!
This kind of energy creature with a strong sense of self was the most resolute existence against the Burning Legion.
In front of the surging energy of the Naaru's Seat, even the most bloodthirsty warrior would be at peace, and the most exhausted believer would be in awe.
In front of the Seat of Naaru, anyone who glanced at it from afar would receive great comfort from the Pillar of Holy Light.
In front of the Seat of Naaru, Valen carefully recalled the clues he had recently sensed about the future, trying to discern the deep or shallow connections between them. Over the past few months, he had sensed more and more fragmented clues.
The Draenei Prophet crossed his legs under his body and put his hands on his old knees. When he meditated, the crystal seemed to respond to his power. It shone, pulsed, and danced around him in a chaotic but not orderly way. Countless illusions that could happen in the future were surging towards him.
Once again, he sensed a variable full of hope coming from the east.
At this moment, on the wide passage of Shattrath City, Garrison Officer Maralad was holding a huge crystal warhammer, fighting against those hateful Beastmen. These guys looked no different from 20 years ago.
He was very tired. Even if the Holy Light gave him endless courage, it still could not completely offset the exhaustion of his body.
At this moment, his hooves slipped, causing him to fall to his knees. Seeing an incomparably filthy broken axe about to chop his neck, he could even feel the aura of death emanating from the poorly made axe blade with a few notches.
Suddenly, the tribe blew the horn to retreat.
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