This time, it wasn't just the voice. An illusory, translucent human female head popped out, giving Zhu Tulan a fright. The other party spoke half-baked pandaren language.
"Uh, I thought you were a human." Zhu Tulan looked at the short and fat Lena.
"Sorry! I'm a female dwarf! In the Alliance, humans are the most populous race, "Lena said, a little annoyed.
"Hello, I'm Sally Whitemane, one of the bishops of the Holy Light Church in the Alliance." Sally smiled.
Zhu Tulan started talking to the white-haired human girl wearing a red, gold-rimmed hat. "What's with 'fast'? So what if it's fast? "
"If it's fast, you can come on a flying mount. We'll have special flying knights to lead the way. It'll take about half a day to get here. Or we can send flying warships. That'll be faster. If it's fast, we'll open a portal here and you'll be able to reach our flying fortress immediately. "
There were so many proper terms, and Zhu Tulan was dumbfounded. "Teleportation portal? Do you know magic too? And don't portals only lead to a fixed place in the wild? "
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Sally smiled. "We can give you a demonstration."
"Okay …"
The next second, a portal opened precisely two meters in front of Zhu Tulan.
Zhu Tulan couldn't help but swallow his saliva when he saw the completely different scenery inside the oval portal with a psychedelic purple-blue halo. On the other side of the portal was a group of smiling human guards who were not armed.
Zhu Tulan was the leader of the Shadowtrace Faction, and his position among the pandaren was extraordinary.
Unfortunately, pandaren were a very traditional race, like the Celestial Empire in the 19th century. For ten thousand years, pandaren's lifestyle and technology had been almost stagnant. But the pandaren didn't only have monks. They also had quite a few magic professions, such as mages, priests, and shamans.
The magic civilization of pandaren wasn't particularly powerful, but they still had portals, just not as exaggerated as the ones in the Alliance.
Now, the core members of the Alliance, such as the elite warriors, would carry a spatial coordinate with them at all times. With the help of the Weave, any Radiant Moon Wizard could open a teleportation gate from any place the Weave could reach.
While Du Mouke had been rotting outside Pandaria for so many days, the shameless demigod of the Weave had already spread his evil claws all over Pandaria, which was the Weave nodes.
However, Duque was very careful and did not recklessly lay down the Weave. Moreover, they were closely monitoring every node. After all, he did not know what was going on with the baleful aura. Legend had it that it was a great killing weapon that could kill a large group of Titan Guardians.
There was no cure for a morbid life. If Yashaji's baleful aura infected Duque's Weave, that would be hilarious.
Imagine a large group of Alliance heroes, such as Tirion Fordring kneeling on the ground in an ORZ pose and saying, "I'm a pile of shit, let me shit!". Duque would definitely feel that the world was hopeless.
Now, a teleportation gate had already subdued Zhu Tulan.
"If Sectmaster Zhu doesn't think it's safe, you can always ride a flying mount." Sally slyly tried to provoke Zhu Tulan.
If it were a man, it would be a standard mockery. If it were a woman, it would be a proper provocation.
Are you afraid?
Come if you're not!
What are you afraid of?
Sure enough, after being provoked, Zhu Tulan strode through the teleportation gate with his two deputies and Old Chen.
As soon as they arrived, they immediately saw a handsome young man waiting at the door.
"Hello, I'm the son of Varian Wrynn, the king of Stormwind City and the deputy commander of the Alliance. My name is Andoine Wrynn. Please come with me. The commander is already waiting for you, Lord Wrynn. " Little Andoine was not the famous "dirty priest" who would shamelessly use a mass resurrection spell in battle. He was now just a novice priest. His innocent smile was very pleasing to the eye, and he easily won Zhu Tulan's favor.
Little Andoine took Zhu Tulan and Old Chen in a small circle, passing through the port of Naxxramas.
Zhu Tulan was deeply shaken.
Although the Alliance now had specialized supply ships to resupply the fleets floating outside Naxxramas, and even developed floating docks for maintenance purposes, the ships of the Alliance would still return to the port regularly.
After all, the soldiers could only rest better when they returned to the port. The real overhaul of the ships could only be carried out in the port.
Hundreds of battleships were docked in the huge square docks. From time to time, battleships over 200 meters long would enter and leave the port on a designated route.
Tens of thousands of people were busy at the port, and from time to time, large trucks would drag large boxes to resupply the battleships.
This futuristic scene was definitely beyond Zhu Tulan's imagination.
It was like the first time the humans in front of the Door of Darkness saw the creation of the Titans. The feeling was indescribable.
"Is … is this the supreme force of the Alliance?" Zhu Tulan's voice was trembling. Not to mention him, even Old Chen, who had come to Naxxramas for the second time, was shocked by this scene.
"That's not it! Our commander, Duke Marcus, is a demigod of the Weave. He rules the four Elemental Realms of Azeroth. He is the Elemental Lord of the Land of Fire and the Throne of Tides. The master of the Throne of the Wind God is another leader of the Alliance, Sylvanas Windrunner of the Elven Kingdom of Sin 'dorei. As for the Stonewall Continent, Therazane, the Mother of Stonewall, has already submitted to Commander Marcus, "Little Andoine said seriously.
It was his undisguised youthful innocence that shocked people the most when he said these words in a matter-of-fact tone.
Zhu Tulan wanted to find a flaw in his words, but he was surprised to find that when Little Andoine said these words, the Alliance guards beside him all puffed out their chests with pride!
Zhu Tulan sucked in a breath of cold air.
He was extremely glad that the Alliance was not an enemy, nor had they come with hostility.
Compared to the Alliance, the Horde warriors who relied on axes were nothing!
Finally, in the secret chamber, Zhu Tulan saw the Alliance commander, Duque.
"Welcome, welcome!"
Zhu Tulan was stunned. The people who welcomed him all spoke half-baked pandaren language. Duque was actually fluent in pandaren.
The common language in Pandaria was Pandarian, but the pandaren had their own way of speaking, which was like an accent.
Hearing Duque's pure accent, Zhu Tulan felt a deep sense of respect.
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