Valen was still in a daze. He could not believe his ears.
Didn't the Draenei need the Alliance?
Of course they needed it!
The intermittent encirclement of the Beastmen and Demons had already pushed the Draenei to the brink of collapse.
Now, the remaining Draenei were not even one percent of the original number.
It seemed like the price of recovering Shattrath City was the loss of almost all the young adults. Look, once they walked out of this hemispherical hall, they could see dying tribesmen everywhere in the residential area.
They moaned weakly in the dirty and smelly muddy water, quietly waiting for the arrival of the Grim Reaper.
Holy Light was not omnipotent. Holy Light could heal wounds and soothe the soul, but Holy Light could not solve malnutrition, could not let people regrow lost limbs, and could not kill the parasites that had burrowed into the body.
Although Valen did not doubt that if those evil and dirty Beastmen invaded the residential area, his dying brethren would teach the invaders what willpower was and what a desperate counterattack was, this could not stop this from being the best manifestation of the cruel reality of 'dying struggle'.
25,000 years of fleeing did not shatter Willen's incomparably tenacious heart. If he were to fall, there would be no one else who knew the Burning Legion's background like he did.
He could not fall, even if his tribesmen were all dead, even if he was the only one left.
At this time, he learned about the Alliance, and that there was a world in this world that the Burning Legion could not even touch.
Even the astrologer of Shattrath City showed him a short video of the Burning Legion's invasion, including Archimonde's corpse hanging on the World Tree's severed limb on Mount Hyjal.
Back then, in order to boost morale, the Alliance played this video on repeat in the main cities of the Alliance for three months.
Of course, Valen recognized that this was his old friend, Archimonde, who was at loggerheads with him back then.
From that day onwards, Valen was mentally prepared to hug his thigh.
Again, happiness came too suddenly, and he really didn't dare to believe it.
After a short silence, there was a flash of joy.
Valen bowed deeply. "On behalf of 300,000 Draenei, I thank the Alliance for their generosity and acceptance. This is the honor of the Draenei."
Three hundred thousand was definitely a rough estimate. The Draenei had been killed off a long time ago, and were chased everywhere by the Beastmen like ducks.
Duque truly wondered if there were still a hundred thousand sane Draenei. Of course, Duque did not doubt that Willen had a special way to communicate with his people. For example, the Twin Emperors. F * ck, that kind of precise number, which was accurate down to the single digit, had almost scared Duque out of his wits when he had first reported it.
Of course, Duque would not deny this number. For a human population of tens of millions, even if all the Draenei went to Azeroth, they wouldn't even cause a ripple.
"That's easy. All countries in the Alliance are equal, and the Draenei are no exception. Let the subordinates discuss the specific details. Now that the connection to the magic network is good, you can tell us if you have any requests. The Alliance will try our best to satisfy you. "
"Food!" Valen blurted out. As if he was afraid that Duque did not understand the severity of the problem, Valen emphasized, "A large amount of food. The war destroyed all production. We've lost all our fields, so we can only send a small number of our compatriots through the secret tunnel every day to gather food in the forests outside the orcs' control. "
"Food, right? How much do you want? "
"The first batch, I hope to have a hundred tons, and the sooner the better."
"As you wish!" At this moment, Du Mouke's level shot up from zero to a hundred. He did not even need to blink.
Du Mouke — Magic Lamp Possession!
He heard Duque snap his fingers, and the next moment, a few dimensional bags suddenly opened beside Duque.
"Clang clang clang —" The sound of hard objects falling to the ground was continuous.
Rectangular strips about twenty centimeters long, shining with golden light, fell out of the void.
In just a few blinks of an eye, they had already piled up into a small mountain in front of Valen.
Duque smiled. "Please call Hoof … Imriel here."
Valen nodded almost imperceptibly. Naturally, there were servants who called in Hoof, who was wandering outside the hall, staring at Thomas while simultaneously activating 'Secret Observation' mode.
Hoof was curious. She looked calm on the surface, but her cheerful footsteps and large swishing of her tail betrayed her mood.
What calmness? It was obvious that he had eagerly rushed over!
"Teacher Valen, you called for me?" Imriel was a little excited, but also a little nervous.
Valen looked at his young disciple with a loving gaze. "Ambassador Dooku is looking for you."
Hoof turned her head and blinked her eyes. "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Duque smiled without saying a word. He snapped his fingers again, and a fifty centimeters long, twenty-five centimeters wide, and twenty centimeters tall thing that looked a little like an ice basin formed in front of the Draenei.
At the same time, he also communicated with the Water Elemental Plane and poured a basin of water into it.
"Although the taste will not be too good, it is indeed made from high-quality food." After saying that, Duque casually picked up a piece of 'gold' and tore off the surface wrapping, revealing a solid brown piece.
Duque casually threw it into the pool.
At first, it was nothing, but soon the small brick at the bottom of the pool began to react with the water, and bubbles kept coming out.
"Plop plop!" The strange sound attracted the attention of the surrounding Draenei.
In less than thirty seconds, the small piece of 'brick' greedily absorbed the water at a speed visible to the naked eye, and became a big soft cake that almost burst the ice basin.
Duque made a gesture of invitation.
A Valen Shield stepped forward, broke off a small piece, and put it in his mouth. Soon, a smile appeared on his rough face. "I tasted wheat, eggs, and a few plant seasonings. It is quite nutritious. "
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Imriel's tail spun like a windmill. "Let me try it too?"
With light steps, Imriel also broke off a piece. "Hmm, it tastes good! Why did you say it did not taste good? "
At this moment, in Karazhan, Duque slapped his forehead, his face full of bitter smiles. Aurelia, who was beside him, touched his nose and smiled faintly.
Whether it tasted good or bad was relative.
As a transmigrator, Duque's understanding of modern warfare definitely surpassed that of the World of Azeroth. He had long proposed the concept of compressed biscuits.
Before Duque transmigrated, the humans and dwarves of the Azeroth all ate bread as their staple food. But during the two large scale battles across the sea, bread was too troublesome and took up too much space.
So, Duque insisted on adding things like compressed biscuits and canned fish to the logistics.
To be honest, these were all warehouse goods from a few years ago, but the Draenei treated them like treasures!
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