Chapter 1389 No Time to Explain

The Broken Ones are a race of former draenei who were influenced by the power of the Burning Legion. Many of them have lost their reason and self due to various circumstances, or have changed their appearance and personality.

The current batch of Broken Ones are the ones with brain-dead minds.

After sacrificing half of their companions, they managed to escape and entered the thorn rock area adjacent to the thorn path. Then they were besieged by dozens of steel-tooth skitters, and finally only Yrel the hoof was left.

The original captains and deputy captains were all hanging on the road.

Duke scratched his head and thought: Is this the lucky E who has been playing a trick since ancient times?

But this is war. Although high-end force can be used to determine the outcome, more often than not, it depends on the efforts of mortals to tilt the balance of victory little by little in their favor.

Duke felt some sympathy for the draenei.

After traveling for so long, Duke has seen many worlds. But now Duke finally had a little taste of what it was like to continue to stick to this world that was about to slide into the abyss of hell. He couldn't help but recall the fertile Elwynn Forest. Even if it was once exposed to the flames of war spread by the orcs, it could still regain its vitality through the washing of the years and the efforts of mortals.

Rather than the land in front of me that is becoming more barren day by day.

"Let's go! Go to Shattrath." After Thomas finished speaking, he found that Yrel did not move.

Obviously, this cute Delaney is interpreting what it means to be trembling.

That was really shaking! The obvious shaking can be seen more clearly in her tail.

Because everyone in the alliance team is riding a large bug. These bugs appear to be docile. Unfortunately, no matter how you look at it, there is no essential difference from the steel-tooth skitter that almost killed her just now.

"Come on, it's okay." Thomas, who was riding on the bug mount, stretched out his hand gently.

Yrel looked left and right, and said weakly: "Mr. Dooku, can I ride the same mount with you?"

At this moment, Thomas' body suddenly became as stiff as stone, and the expression on his face was stagnant. It is not difficult to imagine that his single heart suffered 100,000 points of critical damage at this moment. Others couldn't help but wonder, would an evil wind blowing in the next second make his whole body become weathered and dissipate with the wind?

Duke had a big embarrassment written all over his face.

In Karazhan, Jaina slapped the table without restraint and laughed: "Duke! I didn't expect you to control a clone to offend a little girl! Hahahahaha!"

Uh, is this the legendary invisible way to flirt with girls that is the most deadly?

People have said this, how else can Duke come?

Mark, controlled by Duke, smiled and said: "This is my honor, madam. There is another advantage to sitting behind me. At least you don't have to worry about being pricked by the edges of the armor."

If that's the case, forget it.

"I...I have never ridden any mount. Can you let me sit in the front? I'm afraid I will fall off."

"..." Thomas' mind suffered an additional one million points of critical damage.

"Can."

When riding up, Yrel also noticed a detail. She found that there was a line of large characters in Common language engraved on the hard shell of the insect's neck: Qiu Mingshan!

"This is……"

Du Mooke blushed and immediately put on a serious face: "There's no time to explain, get in the car quickly! Oh, no, come up quickly."

"Oh, okay." Mengxin was Chun, and she realized that she had been delayed here for too long. Now her capital is being besieged, and her people are constantly being sacrificed. She is still here to complain, and she actually wants Mark, who is an ally, to remind her. It is really inappropriate.

At this moment, Yrel could not help but stand in awe of Duke.

With a guide, the next thing is much easier. There are still several areas that need to be passed through. Under the leadership of Yrel, the Alliance advance team can avoid many places where monsters gather.

While looking for a place to insert the signal booster of the Magic Network, while advancing, the advance team spent five days and finally passed through the Thorn Rocks, bypassed Tulem, and arrived in the southwest of Shattrath City.

Shattrath City was and is the draenei capital of Draenor. Another meaning of its name is

‘The Place of Holy Light’.

After Kil'jaeden deceived Ner'zhul and instigated the orcs to launch a war against the draenei, a fierce battle broke out here. Although the draenei held the capital, Shattrath City fell. The entire city was reduced to ruins until Sha'tar arrived.

Reconstruction has begun here. Although the progress is extremely slow, it is indeed being rebuilt. Unexpectedly, after Illidan returned to Outland, in order to make the entire Outland his strongest backing, he began to cleanse all those who opposed him.

At this moment, the war drums were roaring outside, and the clang of the battle even spread several kilometers away, reaching the middle of Shattrath City.

Unlike the tense fighting atmosphere outside, the middle of Shattrath City was peaceful.

Shattrath City has a peculiar structure. In the middle is an extremely huge hemispherical hall.

The buildings of the draenei all have a similar style. This hall is a bit like the temple of Karabor, the draenei's holy place. Supported by huge gray-brown columns, in the middle of the gaps between the stone buildings, there are all dazzling purple and blue large glass, and the pointed leaf-shaped gates are stacked on top of each other. They look like a beautiful work of art at any time.

In the center of the hall, there is a human figure suspended in mid-air, made of countless gold leaf-like fragments. That is synonymous with the Holy Light - Naaru!

This kind of energy creature with strong self-awareness is the most determined existence against the Burning Legion.

In the face of the surging energy of the Seat of the Naaru, even the most bloodthirsty warriors will feel at peace, and the most exhausted believers will be in awe.

In front of the throne, anyone who even glances at it from a distance can get great comfort from the Pillar of Holy Light.

Velen was in front of the Seat of the Naaru, carefully reviewing the clues about the future that he had recently sensed, trying to understand the deep or shallow connections between them. Over the months, he sensed more and more fragmented clues.

The draenei prophet crossed his legs under him and covered his old knees with his hands. As he meditated, the crystal seemed to echo his power, shining and pulsing in a chaotic rather than orderly way. Swirling and flying around him. Countless possible visions of the future were approaching him.

Once again he sensed a hopeful change coming from the east.

At this moment, on the wide passage near Shattrath City, the defender Maraad was holding a huge crystal warhammer, fighting those hateful orcs. These guys look the same as they did twenty years ago.

He was very tired. Even if the Holy Light gave him infinite courage, it still could not completely offset his physical fatigue.

Then his hoof slipped, causing him to fall to his knees. Seeing that an extremely dirty broken ax was about to cut off his neck, he could even feel the breath of death exuding from the inferior ax blade with several gaps.

Suddenly, the tribe blew the retreat horn.

What happened?