Duque was not at all surprised that Willen could see through him.
Willen was originally an Eredar. This mysterious race not only had high intelligence, but they also had talents that other races could only look up to in terms of the soul and the use of various energies.
Duque could trick passersby and trick hooves, but he definitely could not trick Willen.
Willen had probably already seen through the fact that this Mark Dooku in front of him did not have a soul. Thinking of the elemental line that connected from outside Shattrath City to the forehead of this "person" in front of him, it would be strange if Willen did not know that this Mark Dooku was a puppet.
Duque guessed that Willen had also used some special backtracking methods to find out that he was a demigod or something. It was very magical. Even after Willen had done so much, Duque still did not feel touched in Karazhan's defense system or his own spiritual senses.
This method was also amazing.
As expected, he could not underestimate the heroes of the world.
At this time, Willen spoke. The four lobster-like tentacles on his chin made Duque's balls ache. Was this four blue balls glued to his chin?
"I did not see through everything, but I deduced that it was you. Alright, honorable guest, how should I address you? "
"Just call me Mark Dooku. But the agreement I reached with you will be sent over in the form of an official document from Fort Glory within three days. " Duque was still very careful. He did not doubt the loyalty of Willen's subordinates, but the Burning Legion's methods of gathering intelligence had nothing to do with loyalty.
Any detail could be analyzed, and a lot of things could be calculated.
Mark Dooku was not a suitable chess piece to be exposed at this time. If there was no direct video and firsthand information, then Duque, who could not leave Azeroth, could only command blindly if he really wanted to.
When Willen heard Duque's words, there was an obvious sense of relief on his face.
The situation of the Draenei was too bad. It should be said that they had not been well for the past 30 years. Recently, with Illidan becoming the King of the Outland, the situation of the Draenei had worsened.
It wasn't that Willen hadn't come into contact with the Alliance from the alien planet called Azeroth. In his eyes, the Draenei were the natural allies of the Draenei, who had fought against the Old Horde and fought against the Burning Legion.
He was also confident that he could convince any of the higher-ups of the Alliance. The problem was, if he couldn't even meet them, he would be in despair!
Kael 'thas took good care of the Draenei, but Kael' thas sent a division to Shattrath City and ran to the Draenei's spaceship. The Draenei's retreat was important, but Shattrath City was also crucial.
The most troublesome thing was that Valen learned from the Astrologer who had defected to them that the seemingly powerful Prince Kael 'thas didn't have much say in the powerful Alliance.
The Alliance was a union formed by a bunch of countries of different races. The foundation of the Alliance was the kingdoms, so each king or leader would have a certain degree of say. The race with the largest number of kingdoms was the humans, who were the core race of the Alliance.
And above all the kings was the commander who was jointly elected by the kings of the various countries. That was the human Mage Duke Marcus from Stormwind.
Valen was very happy that the Alliance was made up of the Church of Holy Light, who also believed in the Holy Light. But there was another problem. Only a king called Kalia Menethil believed in the Holy Light, and Kalia was almost a mascot in Kael 'thas' words.
Most of the power of the Alliance was in the hands of the Mages and Warrior leaders.
What else could Valen do? It was very difficult for him too!
Due to the inconvenience of transportation and communication difficulties, he barely knew that the Alliance and the so-called new Horde had begun an expedition to Draenor through the Astrologer's intermittent magic transmission. He also heard that it was the King of Stormwind City who had come. Valen was both happy and nervous.
For the arrival of the Alliance, Valen could be said to have painstakingly prepared a lot of materials. Originally, Valen was already very happy to be able to get on William's good side. Who knew that after using his soul to backtrack, he would find out that the master of the puppet in front of him was actually the only Demigod in the Alliance. Valen was so excited that his hands were almost trembling.
"Although due to the situation, I was unable to reach a face-to-face exchange, I am still very grateful to the Alliance's commander, His Excellency Duke Marcus, for taking this seriously."
"I am the one who is embarrassed that I can't come personally."
"Then, before we officially talk, I hope to show you something, His Excellency," the older Draenei said softly. He stretched his body and floated up.
The Prophet maintained a height of about ten centimeters above the complicated and gorgeous patterns on the ground of Shattrath City. He approached Mark and tried to press his palm between Mark's eyebrows.
"I am very sorry for this action. To achieve telepathy, this is necessary," the Prophet said.
Duque was curious. "Is it about Argus? Or is it about the period when you were one of the three heads of Eredar? "
"Uh." Valen was struck by lightning.
He was struck by lightning.
One had to know that at this point in time, the Draenei's contact with the Alliance was simply too one-sided. Many of the big shots in the Alliance had not even seen a living Draenei. They had only seen the fragments of the magic mirror from Kael 'thas. In addition, there were not many people from Eredar in the Burning Legion. Even Archimonde, his appearance had changed a lot under the dark energy change.
Most of the Alliance had no way to connect the Burning Legion demons with a pair of bat wings with the Draenei. And the ones they were fighting on the frontlines were still their old enemies, the Fel Orcs.
Who would have thought that Duke would reveal Valen's background right from the start?
That was not all.
There was more to come.
"Don't be surprised. I once went back ten thousand years ago through the Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu, who controls time in Azeroth. There was a small mistake that time, and I mixed into the Burning Legion. I faced Kil 'jaeden's main body. I also know the grudge between Kil 'jaeden and you and your people. So, in the matter of fighting against the Burning Legion, our interests are absolutely the same. If there are no major problems, I will represent the Alliance to invite the Draenei to join. "
Wait!
Wait wait wait!
Happiness came too suddenly, and Valen simply did not know what to do.
For the past twenty-five thousand years, the Draenei had been hunted down and defeated again and again. It was fine if they were not a match for the Burning Legion. When they came to Draenor, they continued to be beaten by the Orcs. After the Orcs were finished, Illidan continued to beat them.
In the eyes of many of the Alliance's higher-ups, the Draenei were scum. Small population, weak combat power.
In Kael 'thas' report, it only mentioned that helping the Draenei could gain an advantage in the war in Draenor. After all, the enemy of the enemy was an ally. He never mentioned inviting the Draenei to join.
Well, Duque came up and said, "Bro, don't even think about it. The Alliance and you are destined to be brothers."
It was as if Valen had prepared for today's exam for several years, memorized countless books, and imagined countless possibilities. In the end, Duque just said, "No time to explain, get in the car!"
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