The Draenei were similar to the Night Elves in that they had a dictatorship. In the entire race, the power was concentrated in the hands of the Archbishop and the Bishop.
For Hoof to be able to become a Bishop candidate, it was already a sign of ascension.
In any normal race or country, this would be an incredible thing. Because Imriel was too young and lacked experience.
Unfortunately, the Draenei had been hunted for 25,000 years. It was not easy for them to sneak into Draenor to recover their strength. Then, Kil 'jaeden instigated Ner' zhul to launch the Orcs and once again, the Draenei were almost annihilated.
Now, the Draenei did not even have many soldiers, let alone talented people. Most of them were civilians who were malnourished not long ago. Not to mention education, they could not even hold a weapon.
Imriel's ascension was a little like picking the tall ones out of the short ones. On the other hand, it was because Imriel was in the right place!
Don't forget, even if Imriel was just an apprentice of Karabor, her teacher was Valen!
The God Race had never cared about bloodline, only about teacher.
With this relationship, as well as a good battle record, Imriel was able to get along well with the major races of the Alliance, and of course, more importantly, she was a talent that the Alliance's commander, Duke Marcus, valued.
Although the Alliance's reliance on Holy Light weapons was quite high, on the contrary, the Draenei's reliance on the Alliance's daily necessities was even heavier. The Draenei urgently needed a bridge to smoothly communicate with the Alliance, and obviously, Imriel was quite suitable.
Regardless of the motive, Imriel's promotion was inevitable.
The current Hoof was no longer the novice apprentice who wore rough leather pants, a white shirt that revealed the back, and held a broken axe when Duque first met her.
The Burning Legion's demons had destroyed and swept through countless worlds, and their equipment was also the best. Darkness and light were mutually exclusive, and when the demon's equipment was purified, it would become the sharpest holy weapon.
At this time, Hoof was wearing a set of light purple patterned plate armor. Whether it was the middle of the gauntlets, the middle of the leggings, or the center of the breastplate, there was a magic stone the size of an egg. The faint Holy Light energy that flowed out was enough to shock any demon below the level of a Lord.
It was a short warhammer with a hexagonal edge. It was full of holes that had been repaired after many battles.
It was an Epic-ranked small round shield. One could even see the marks left by the Hellhound's horns, the marks left by the Demon Guard's axe, and the marks left by the Apocalypse Guard's greatsword …
Duque sighed softly. It had only been a few months, but the young and inexperienced hoof had already grown up.
Imriel had changed a lot. The only thing that did not change was the exaggerated curve of her buttocks and the standard S-shaped bend of her legs.
Noticing that Duque's gaze was on her perky buttocks, she blushed slightly and shifted her body so that she was facing Duque.
Now she knew that the little advance party Mage Mark Dooku, who had been with her before, was actually a substitute for the leader of the Alliance. He really couldn't tell anyone about this strange feeling. After that, he didn't have the chance to talk to Duque about it. No matter what, this was a strange fate and a very special experience.
But now, she had to express her will in a business-like manner, just like Marad.
Duque looked at Imriel, the heroine who was supposed to be the leader of the Draenei in history, and then at the old shaman Valen. He sighed and said, "Our main force is restraining your old friend, so we can't give you too much support. If you know this, then I have no reason to stop you."
The old friend was obviously Kil 'jaeden.
When Valen heard this, the light in his eyes sharpened. He couldn't help but have a higher opinion of Duque in his heart. For 25,000 years, the Draenei had attached themselves to many forces and asked for help from many powerful beings. There was even a force that successfully resisted the Burning Legion, but in the end, that force was destroyed by Kil 'jaeden's conspiracy.
It was really commendable for Duque to be able to maintain a clear mind while conquering the Black Temple.
"There are some things that need to be done. For my people, for the evil cause of resisting the Burning Legion, I will not shirk my duty. "Valen's persistence made Duque feel that something was not right.
Valen must be hiding something from him.
Everyone had different thoughts, but the truly great people mostly had the same thoughts. Valen was definitely one of the few great people in the world, and Duque always had respect for this kind of person whose actions were all based on justice.
Duque raised his index finger lightly and shook it.
Two figures suddenly appeared beside Duque. It was a man and a woman with similar facial features.
"They are the van Cleef father and daughter, my most capable thieves. With their help, it will be easier for you to resist the sneak attacks from the Dark. "
Then, Duque waved to the other side, and Lilas and Solarian walked over.
"The fourth son of the Windrunner family, and the Great Astromancer Solarian. I believe their participation will make up for your lack of long-range attacks."
Marad wanted to say something, but Valen waved his hand. Valen knew that this was Duque's bottom line.
"Thank you for your kind offer, Your Excellency. The Draenei have accepted it. I hope that we can successfully retrieve our Divine Soul Box this time. "
"I hope so."
"May the Holy Light guide the people of the world." Valen softly uttered a blessing that sounded like a charlatan. He led his people away and followed the tribe.
Other than Varrock Salufar, who stayed behind in Orgrimmar City, and the retired Lord Howl, all the big shots of the Tribe had arrived.
In addition to a few powerhouses from the Alliance, the Tribe could be said to have a strong army.
The Alliance seemed to be weaker, with only Varian, Fandral Staghelm, Muradin Bronzebeard, and Hadurun Mingyi as the vanguard.
But the main formation was controlled by Duque, Mark Dooku, and the demigod Vashj!
If not for the Dragon Slayer Gruul, the Tribe would have been completely outdone by the Alliance. The problem was that Gruul was too large, and the attack in the temple still had to rely on the original main formation. Only by attacking the magic nodes where the temple's protective magic formation could they open the defense and let Gruul come up.
"Sigh!" Looking at Valen's back, Duque felt as if there was a trace of haze shrouding Valen's back. He sighed softly and finally turned his head. "Varian, I'll leave this place to you. Unless we see Illidan, Vashj and I are unlikely to attack. "
Varian nodded. "Understood."
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