Who was the one crying tears of joy?
Who was the one cheering for the seemingly ordinary food?
There was only one answer — the Draenei!
The Draenei were too bitter. They had been chased by their former compatriots for over twenty thousand years, wandering everywhere with nowhere to hide. Almost every planet they went to, there would be Burning Legion's void battleships chasing after them. Forget about a thousand years of peace, it was already good enough to have fifty years.
Many times, the civilizations and races they encountered were weaker than them. They could not help them resist the Burning Legion. In order not to screw them over, they would even take the initiative to leave those planets with intelligent beings.
How could they be like today, receiving shelter and protection from a powerful force?
From the astrologers who had already become a branch of Shattrath City, they had heard of the powerful legends of the Alliance. Now, it seemed like they were lucky enough to be witnesses to this invincible legend.
"Be careful not to choke! If you've been hungry for too long, your stomach won't be able to take it if you suddenly eat too much. " She had a serious expression on her face, as if the person who had just choked on the food was not her, but some passerby.
Fortunately, the Draenei all believed in the Holy Light. Even the apprentices from Karabor's Temple had a sense of blind obedience.
Both adults and children were hungry, but they were very disciplined. There was no crowding, no fighting, and everyone lined up to wait for Imriel and the others to distribute the food.
"Do you see that? There are many tons of food there, enough for us to eat for a month. Hold on for another week or two, and the Alliance will open up a path from Hellfire Peninsula to Shattrath City. "
The Draenei listened to Duque's little suggestion, and took the mountain of compressed biscuits and soft food that looked like puffed cakes and patrolled one round around Shattrath City.
With food in their hands, they did not panic.
The Draenei were famous for their resilience. Now, they were even more confident that they could defend their main city.
At the entrance of the main hall, the Shield of Valen surrounded Valen and Duque, standing side by side. Valen looked at this scene and felt a lot of emotions.
"I really didn't expect this."
"There are many things that you didn't expect. The Draenei joining the Alliance is a win-win for all of Azeroth and the Draenei. The Alliance needs your technology and the guidance of the Holy Light. You need the Alliance's combat power and protection. We are natural allies, aren't we? "
"Indeed." Valen nodded.
Nothing could be more beautiful than this union. One had to know that within the Alliance, the Church of Holy Light was a pillar that transcended nations and races. Even though the Night Elves had the protection of Elune, the Holy Light Church was still the main force in the alliance.
Coincidentally, ever since Alonsos and Uther died, the position of Archbishop of Holy Light had been vacant.
Duque immediately suggested that the Great Trickster Willen should take this position.
They were of different races, but their beliefs were the same.
In addition, educating outsiders was a great honor for the Draenei.
How could Valen refuse?
His heart that was hanging in the air had long since been put down.
As long as the Alliance sent reinforcements, they would be able to announce that Delaney had perfectly merged into the Alliance.
"Praise the Holy Light!"
"Praise the Alliance!"
"Long live the prophet!"
Now that he was full, if he didn't roar, how could he be worthy of this ecstasy and joy?
The entire Shattrath City was boiling.
The noise spread thousands of meters away, and the entire Fel Orc camp could hear the unique cheers of the Draenei.
Kilrogg Deadeye knew that Shattrath City wouldn't be able to be conquered by just relying on him and his Fel Orc army.
He was also suffering! When he first joined Illidan, the first order that Illidan gave him was a death order. But in the past few days, he couldn't contact Illidan at all. His new master seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth.
The command center of the entire Outland army was completely paralyzed, and the commanders of each place were fighting their own battles.
Magtheridon asked for help from the Dark Temple, but the Dark Temple ignored him.
He asked for help from Vashj's Naga army in Zangarmarsh to the west, but Vashj said that without Illidan's orders, she could only continue to carry out her original orders and extract the lake water from the swamp.
As the saying goes, every family has its own problems.
At this time, the tribe was also in trouble.
In the frontline camp outside Hellfire Citadel, Thrall looked up at the sky. The Azeroth sky and earth seemed to be a distant memory, far away in his mind. All he could see was the endless darkness in the sky, torn apart by the occasional flash of light or mysterious energy.
Seeing the stalwart figure beside him, Thrall asked, "What's the situation?"
"There are a lot of casualties, but more importantly, our food supply can't keep up." The dead man had no expression to speak of, but Orgrim's voice was full of shame, "It's all my fault. I should have known that the situation would be worse than I thought. "
He thought that when he returned to his hometown, the tribe with the Orcs as the core would be fighting on home ground. He didn't expect that his hometown was still his hometown, but it had long changed beyond recognition.
Even with the addition of the goblins, the tribe's supply method was still primitive. It was the kind of gathering local materials and then consuming the surrounding natural resources like locusts.
23 years ago, in the era when Orgrim left, it was still possible to hunt near the Dark Portal, despite the lack of resources. Now, the land was completely barren, and even if there were monsters wandering around, most of them were demonized creatures that had been seriously contaminated by dark energy.
There really weren't many prey that could be eaten.
It wasn't that demonized creatures couldn't be eaten, but the problem was that eating them would make them more and more like Fel Orcs, and that was completely putting the cart before the horse.
Originally, Thrall had also asked Kilrogg and the other Orcs who came from the Dark Portal later, but he didn't expect them to have ulterior motives. They actually lied and said that they were not much different from Orgrim's time.
If the tribe could learn from the Alliance and use elite tactics, they might be able to reduce the pressure by reducing the number of soldiers.
The point was that they couldn't!
"Ask the Alliance for help. I'm willing to bet that Duque calculated that we would have a problem with supplies, so he must have reserved our share. "Orgrim gritted his teeth.
This wasn't hatred, it was more like helplessness.
None of the tribe leaders could blame Duque, because before they passed through the Dark Portal, Duque had specially asked William to ask if they wanted to prepare supplies for the tribe. Of course, supplies were not free, and the tribe needed to exchange more ore and resources.
"There's no other way. That's the only way! "Thrall sighed.
He had long noticed that the tribe was being invaded by the Alliance's economy and culture. Ever since the ceasefire and forming an alliance with the Alliance, he had been paying attention to boosting the tribe's race soul and reducing the invasion of the Alliance's various values and social views.
Now it seemed that he had failed.
Half a day later, the canned beef from the Alliance arrived from Fort Glory. There was a burst of enthusiastic cheers in the tribe's camp.
This made Thrall feel even more defeated.
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