Chapter 1391 The Dark History of Hoofs

At this time, Kilrogg was already dripping with cold sweat.

"You can't come to 'our world'! You can't come here! This is not your domain!" It seemed like he was asking himself, and he seemed to be emphasizing. It was more like a kind of unconscious self-hypnosis.

Kilrogg was in a trance, mumbling these words over and over nervously.

"What did I do wrong? No! I'm not wrong! Thrall is too weak! 'Orcs will never be slaves'? Bah! What he is doing now is to turn the Horde into eternal slaves of the Alliance! This world is the territory of the orcs ! This is the world of the Burning Legion, and you, just an outside demigod, can’t do anything—"

Kilrogg is a smart man full of ambition. He will obey the strong, but that is only if the other party shows his decisive power! He firmly believed that Illidan under Kil'jaeden could better fight against the hateful Alliance, so after returning to a place he was familiar with, he boldly chose to raise the flag of rebellion.

What's funny is that when he faced Duke again, the first thing he recalled was that period - the horrific days dominated by Duke Marcus!

"Continue to charge? No! No! That guy is a madman! He can even burn his own main city, let alone the Draenei's main city!"

The main building of Shattrath City was originally nestled in the basin. Only through several huge suspended passages could people from the outer city directly enter the main building.

If kerosene was used to set fire around the basin, all the orcs on the passage would be destroyed.

Troubled memories came to Kilrogg's mind. The less he wanted to think about it, the clearer his dusty memories became.

Orcs have absolute military strength?

hehe! That's not the first time!

A fire burned down Elwynn Forest, and nearly a hundred thousand orcs were burned to the ground.

So what if we invade Stormwind City? Another fire to burn your hundred thousand elites!

Despite having overwhelming military strength, hundreds of thousands of orcs can be buried at the bottom of the sea every time, and they all go to feed the fish!

Every chief knew that changes had to be made, so they acquiesced in Orgrim's rise to power.

But so what?

It was weakened again and again, failed again and again, and finally came to an end.

When Kilrogg woke up from the mental shock, he took a deep breath, and then exhaled all the air in his cold lungs at once. His vocal cords nourished by the power of shadow let out a trembling sound of fear from the deepest part of his soul.

"The whole army obeys the order! Retreat——"

Although the evil orcs are bloodthirsty and violent, they do not completely lose their minds like the legendary berserkers. They do not distinguish between friend and foe, and they still have rationality in their bones.

The trumpet for retreat sounded, and even if they were unwilling to do so, they finally evacuated.

The draenei garrison officers and warriors could finally breathe a sigh of relief. They lined up the garrison, and then the main force slowly retreated back to the city. A large number of civilians began to pour out, most of them playing a logistics role.

Carry away every compatriot who is still alive, treat them with holy light as much as possible, and clean up every evil orc who has not yet expired.

These things are beyond Duke and Thomas' control.

Here, Yrel, who was still in an inexplicable state of shock just now, suddenly became excited. Duke noticed the faint holy light that shone in her ears.

Um? Is there such an operation?

Sure enough, Yrel saluted Duke and the others: "Lord Velen has been informed of your arrival and is now ready to receive you. Please follow me."

"OK!"

The place where Duke and the others were just now was close to the outer city, and it would have been the fastest to go through the large passage connecting the inner and outer cities. Because of the war, the fifty-meter-wide passage was already filled with various war machines or temporary bunkers.

To enter the inner city, it is faster to walk into the basin.

Walking in the messy basin, the surrounding area has turned into a huge barracks, or a temporary shelter. Wounded Draenei soldiers or skinny civilians can be seen everywhere. Obviously, physical rationing has begun in the city, and all resources are given priority to defense officers and soldiers who can fight.

Yrel is obviously a 'celebrity' here, almost every draenei knows her and says hello to her.

Of course, not everyone and everything is good.

"Hey! Yrel! When are you going to pay back the six copper coins you owe me?" a Draenei girl said in Draenei language.

Duke could clearly see that Yrel, who had become light and cheerful because of repelling the orcs, was instantly petrified.

Duke is so embarrassing!

Is this the so-called black history?

Or can a penny stump a hero?

I didn't expect that Yrel, who was originally famous in history, would have such an embarrassing moment.

When she heard the hoof, she felt a little fussy on the spot. The blue tail stood up like a cat when it exploded. She quickly glanced at Duke guiltily and saw that Duke didn't seem to pay attention. Focusing his efforts on this, he immediately patted his strong chest, and then hurriedly replied: "Mami! I took these distinguished guests to Master Velen. That's the task completed. I will pay you back as soon as I get the bonus!"

As soon as the sisters were sent away, the evil Duke was heard controlling Mark Dooku and said: "Miss Yrel, what are you talking about six copper coins? Do you need my support?"

Over there, the young lady shouted again: "Yiriel——"

Hoof instantly switched to pretending to be stupid mode: "What? I can't hear clearly! What did you say?"

Over there, he grabbed Duke's hand and said, "Lord Viren is still waiting for you. Hurry! Hero! Let's go quickly before she catches up and pesters her!"

puff!

If it wasn't really inappropriate right now, Duke would really like to roll around on the floor a few times, bang the table and laugh.

Is this still the serious Archbishop Delaney from later generations?

Entering the heavily guarded passage, Duke and his party arrived at the huge hemispherical main hall.

The surrounding curved walls are carved with glowing mysterious runes. A Naaru, shining with divine light and made of N diamond-shaped hard blocks into a human form, was suspended in the middle of the hall.

Another older draenei stood in front of the naaru.

In every corner of the hall, the beautiful and decent armors of the Draenei guards were polished to shine. Under the shadow of Naaru's holy light, it looks even more divine.

The elder draenei must be Velen. Standing around him were several paladins and vindicators, bowing subtly to show their submission to him. This obedience stems from a power pyramid that completely eliminates self-interest from top to bottom.

Probably, only a completely idealistic race like the Draenei would do this.

Du respects other people's religious beliefs, even if he himself is at the top of the stick.

The problem is that, having been educated by the great Celestial Empire, he is a complete materialist at heart!