In the World of Azeroth, Duque had seen many Gods.
There were false Gods, true Gods, and evil Gods.
The biggest feeling that these gods gave Duke wasn't that they didn't have their own ideals, but that they were more humanized.
Hakkar was brainless and xenophobic.
C 'Thun was immoral and devoured everything.
Elune was willing to take care of all good creatures under the stars.
None of these Gods were as pure as the Naaru, and none of the believers were as completely selfless as the Draenei.
Now that Duque had stepped into the realm of the gods, he should be prepared to have some fanatics who worshipped him. After all, he might be like Elune in the future, needing priests to spread his faith.
Perhaps the power of faith mentioned in many novels before he transmigrated would be a necessity.
Although Duque understood the purpose of these people's existence, he was afraid of dealing with fanatics.
"Yes, I'm just Mark Dooku, a little mage in charge of delivering letters and guarding the frontlines."
As soon as he thought of this, Duque immediately activated 'Secret Observation' mode.
At this time, a few huge figures stood in front of the team.
The leader was a burly Draenei in heavy armor — the Shield of Valen, the personal guard of the prophet.
"For safety's sake, I can only let two of you see the prophet."
Thomas was keenly aware that he, the so-called messenger, was not the target of the other party's attention. It was obvious that the scene of Duque planting the flag had stunned the Draenei. In fact, it was not just Thomas who felt this way. Even Imriel noticed that many eyes were focused on Duque.
Imriel flashed a silly smile. "I will wait outside. After the prophet Valen summons you, if you still need me, I will be at your service. "
"Thank you, Imriel." Thomas and Duque both revealed friendly smiles.
Under the guidance of the Shield of Valen, Thomas and Duque slowly walked over.
As they walked, Thomas used small movements to tidy up his armor that he had already tidied up a few times. Duque heard Thomas muttering softly, "I am now representing the Alliance …"
The two walked closer.
Willen wasn't originally a part of Shattrath City.
Valen used to live in the Shrine of Karabor. Duque could still remember the first time he saw the Shrine of Karabor in the game before he transmigrated. Above the shimmering sky, bright stars surrounded the bright moon, shrouding the vast land in eternal twilight. The Shrine of Karabor was located between the vast sea and the dark plains of the Moon Shadow Valley.
Unfortunately, the Karabor Temple had already fallen during the war between the Draenei and the Orcs.
In the original history, Ner 'zhul, who was still the Great Chieftain, had once opened a crack to another world in the Temple of Karabor, which resulted in the explosion of Draenor.
In this life, Ner 'zhul directly knelt in Karazhan.
According to the information that Kael 'thas had previously sent back:
After the Orcs lost Ner 'zhul, the temple was occupied by the Lord of the Abyss, Magtheridon. Then, when Illidan was beaten up by Arthis in Northrend, he returned to the Outland and colluded with Magtheridon. The Temple of Karabor became Illidan's lair.
By the way, when it was occupied by the Orcs, the Temple of Karabor was renamed the Temple of Darkness.
Valen, who was homeless, could only temporarily hide in Shattrath City.
Duque began to look at Valen, the super swindler.
To be honest, no matter how many times he saw the Draenei, especially the male Draenei, Duque could easily associate them with demons.
After all, they were of the same origin. The Draenei only called themselves Draenei after they split from Eredar.
It was hard to imagine that the same race could give birth to the Draenei, a race of extreme light, and also evolve into the incomparably evil race of Eredar.
Valen was very old. Even as a Draenei with an almost eternal lifespan, he still looked very old. Compared to the light blue skin of the hoof Imriel, Valen's skin was more of a deep bluish-purple.
Because of his extremely long white eyebrows, coupled with the long beard that reached his navel, and the long blue beard on his chin that looked like four cow tails, for a moment, Duque thought that he was looking at a lobster man or something.
Hmm, the antennae, the beard, and the like were too powerful.
Valen's white robe had complicated red embroidery with golden edges. Coupled with the noble and elegant purple as embellishments, and the huge back that looked like four torches that were taller than his head, he looked … Hmm, even more like a swindler.
Towards these fancy things, Duque did not feel anything.
However, when Duque and Valen looked at each other, he was suddenly shocked.
At first, Valen's gaze was extremely calm, even to the point that his gaze felt like sunlight. For countless years, months, months, and days, it warmly shone upon every living being.
His deep gaze was filled with wisdom, and it gave off a trance that could easily see through all falsehoods.
However, in the next moment, the eternal calmness on Valen's face was swept away, replaced by a fleeting shock and anger. Compared to the calmness a moment ago, it was even more frightening.
"You …"
Even though Valen had only said one word, it was enough to raise the vigilance of Valen's Shield and the guards.
In less than a tenth of a breath's time, they had already unsheathed the weapons at their waist. Numerous Valen's Shield had already raised their large shields, blocking in front of Valen.
Everything happened too quickly, and Thomas was caught unprepared.
No one expected that in the next moment, Valen and Mark, who was controlled by Duque, would raise their right hands at the same time to stop them.
"It's fine!" The one who spoke was Valen.
"Have we been seen through?" The one who smiled bitterly was Duque.
Valen immediately made a gesture, and all the guards scattered. He turned his head and bowed slightly to Duque, "Please forgive these children. In the long years that have passed, Kil 'jaeden has never given up on killing the Draenei. The one he hates more is me. That is why there has never been a lack of assassinations around me. "
"I understand." Duque replied calmly, "I have my difficulties as well. Can you keep what you saw a secret for me?"
"Of course."
After receiving Valen's reply, Duque turned around and faced the dumbfounded Thomas, "My apologies, Brother Thomas. Actually, I am the envoy for this visit to Shattrath City. I have no choice. I have received a secret order from the highest level of the Alliance. This is a secret order from the commander of the Alliance, Lord Duke Marcus. Please check it. "
Duque handed a very formal document to Thomas.
The document was, of course, real. It was just something that Duque had casually made up last night while controlling Mark to take a dump.
"Thomas, you have already completed your duties very well. Go and rest first. Let me discuss this with Lord Valen. "
After sending off Thomas, who had a strange expression on his face, Duque faced Valen alone.
"Alright, let's get straight to the point."
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