At this time, Kilrogg was already drenched in cold sweat.
"You can't possibly come to 'our world'! You can't possibly come here! This is not your domain! "It was as if he was asking himself, but also as if he was emphasizing it. It was more like an unconscious form of self-hypnosis.
In his dazed state, Kilrogg muttered these words over and over in a neurotic manner.
"What did I do wrong? No! I didn't do anything wrong! Saar was too weak! 'Orcs will never be slaves'? Bah! What he's doing now is to turn the Horde into eternal slaves of the Alliance! This world is the territory of the Orcs! It's the world of the Burning Legion. You're just a demigod from the outside world, you can't do anything — "
Kilrogg was a smart person full of ambition. He would obey the strong, but that was under the premise that the other party had shown his decisive strength! He firmly believed that Illidan under Kil 'jaeden could better fight against the detestable Alliance. So, after returning to a place he was familiar with, he brazenly chose to raise the flag of rebellion.
The funny thing was that when he faced Duque again, the first thing he thought of was the terrifying days when he was dominated by Duke Marcus!
"Continue to charge? No! No way! That guy is crazy! He can even burn his own main city, so he wouldn't care about the main city of the Draenei! "
The main building of Shattrath City was originally nested in the basin, and it relied on a few huge suspended tunnels for people from the outer city to directly enter the main building.
If they used kerosene around the basin and set it on fire, then all the Orcs in the tunnels would be finished.
Chaotic memories floated into Kilrogg's mind. The more he didn't want to think about it, the clearer his dusty memories became.
The Orcs had absolute military strength?
Haha! That wasn't the first time!
One fire burned the Elven Forest, and nearly a hundred thousand Orcs were burned to the ground.
So what if they attacked Stormwind City? Another fire burned another hundred thousand of your elites!
They had an overwhelming military strength, but every time, hundreds of thousands of Orcs would be buried at the bottom of the sea, all to be fed to the fish!
Every chief knew that changes had to be made, so they tacitly agreed to Orgrim taking power.
But so what?
He was weakened time and time again, and faced defeat time and time again. Finally, he reached the end of the road.
When Kilrogg woke up from the mental shock, he took a deep breath and exhaled all the air in his cold lungs in one go. His vocal cords, which were nourished by Shadow Power, let out a tremor of fear that came from the deepest part of his soul.
"All troops, heed my command! Retreat — "
Although the Evil Beastmen were bloodthirsty and ferocious, they weren't like the legendary Berserkers who completely lost their reason and couldn't distinguish between friend and foe.
The signal to retreat rang out. No matter how unwilling they were, they still had to retreat.
The Draenei guards and soldiers could finally breathe a sigh of relief. They lined up the guards, and then the main force slowly retreated back into the city. A large number of civilians began to pour out. Most of them served as logistics.
They carried away every compatriot who was still breathing and used Holy Light to treat them as much as possible. They also cleaned up every Evil Beastman who was still breathing.
This was not something that Duque and Thomas could handle.
On the other side, Imriel, who was still in a state of shock, suddenly quivered. Duque noticed the faint Holy Light that shone beside her ear.
Hmm? There's such a thing?
As expected, Imriel bowed to Duque and the others. "Lord Valen is aware of your arrival and is now ready to receive you. Please follow me. "
"Alright!"
Duque and the others were near the outer city. Originally, the fastest way to get there was through the main passage that connected the inner and outer city. Because of the war, the 50-meter-wide passageway was already filled with all kinds of war machines or temporary bunkers.
To enter the inner city, it was faster to walk through the basin.
Walking through the messy basin, the surroundings had become a huge military camp, or rather, a temporary shelter. There were injured Draenei soldiers and skinny civilians everywhere. It was obvious that the city had begun to implement rationing, and all resources were prioritized for the guards and soldiers who could fight.
Imriel was obviously a 'celebrity' here. Almost every Draenei knew her and greeted her.
Of course, not everyone and everything was good.
"Hey! Imriel! When are you going to pay me back the six copper coins you owe me? "A Draenei lady said in Draenei language.
Duque could clearly see that Imriel, who had been walking briskly after defeating the Orcs, was instantly petrified.
Duque was speechless!
Was this the so-called dark history?
Or a hero stumped by a single coin?
Who would have thought that the famous Imriel in history would have such an embarrassing moment.
When Hoof heard this, her hair stood up on the spot. Her blue tail stood up like a cat's fur. She glanced at Duque guiltily. Seeing that Duque did not seem to be paying attention to her, she patted her chest and hurriedly replied, "Mamie! I've brought these guests to Lord Valen's place. That means I've completed my mission. I'll pay you back as soon as I get the reward! "
Just as she sent the sisters away, the naughty Duque, who was controlling Mark Dooku, said, "Miss Imriel, what six copper coins? Do you need me to back you up?"
On the other side, the missy shouted again, "Imriel —"
Hoof immediately switched to playing dumb, "What? I can't hear you! What did you say? "
On the other side, she grabbed Duque's hand and said, "Lord Valen is still waiting for you. Quick! Hero! Before she catches up to us, let's go! "
Pfft!
If it were not for the fact that it was not the right time, Duque would have rolled on the ground a few times, slapped the table and laughed out loud.
Was this still the serious Draenei archbishop from his previous life?
After entering the heavily guarded passage, Duque and the rest arrived at the huge hemispherical main hall.
The curved walls were engraved with mysterious runes that glowed with light. A Naaru, who was glowing with a holy light and formed from a number of diamond-shaped blocks, was floating in the middle of the hall.
Another older Draenei stood in front of the Naaru.
In every corner of the hall, the beautiful armor of the Draenei guards was polished until it shone brightly. Under the Naaru's holy light, it looked even more holy.
That older Draenei should be Valen. Standing around him were a few Holy Knights and guards, who bowed subtly to show their obedience to him. This obedience stems from a top-down power pyramid that is completely devoid of self-interest.
Perhaps, only a race like the Draenei, who were completely idealistic, would have such a thing.
Duque respected the religious beliefs of others, even if he himself was at the top of the hierarchy.
The problem was, he, who had received the education of the great Celestial Empire, was a complete materialist!
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