Chapter 1394 The Djinn Possessed Du Mooke

Viren was still in a daze, he didn't believe his ears.

Don't the draenei need an alliance?

Of course!

The intermittent siege and suppression by the orcs and demons has already brought the draenei to the brink of collapse.

The remaining draenei now are less than one percent of the original ones.

It seems that the city of Shattrath was recovered, but the price was the loss of almost all the young men. Look, once you step out of this hemispherical hall, you can see dying tribesmen everywhere in the residential area.

They groaned weakly, quietly waiting for death to come in the dirty, smelly muddy water.

The Holy Light is not omnipotent. Holy light can heal pain and soothe the soul, but it cannot solve malnutrition, cannot make people grow lost limbs, and cannot kill parasites that have penetrated the body.

Although Velen has no doubt that if those evil and dirty orcs invade a residential area, those compatriots who are on the verge of death will tell the intruders what will is and what desperate counterattack is, but this cannot stop this from actually being a 'death struggle' The best interpretation of this cruel reality.

Twenty-five thousand years of being on the run have not broken Viren's extremely strong heart. If he also falls, then no one will know the details of the Burning Legion like him.

He cannot fall, even if all his people are wiped out, even if he is the only one left.

It was at this time that he learned about the Alliance and that there was another world in this world that the Burning Legion had no way of getting started with.

The astrologer who had taken refuge in Shattrath City even showed him a small fragment of the Burning Legion's invasion, including Archimonde's body hanging from the stump of the World Tree on Mount Hyjal.

In order to boost morale, the alliance played this video in a loop for three months in the main cities of the alliance.

Of course Velen recognized that this was Archimonde, his old friend who had a life-and-death feud with him back then.

From that day on, Viren was mentally prepared to hug his thighs.

Again, happiness came so suddenly that he couldn't believe it.

After a brief silence, there was a flash flood of joy.

Velen bowed deeply: "On behalf of the three hundred thousand draenei, I would like to thank the alliance for its generosity and acceptance. This is an honor for the draenei."

Three hundred thousand or something is definitely an approximation. The draenei had been killed and dispersed a long time ago, driven everywhere by the orcs in Draenor like ducks.

Duke sincerely doubted that there were still a hundred thousand sane draenei left. Of course, Duke did not doubt that Viren, the magic stick, had a special way of spiritual contact to know the number of his own people. For example, the twin emperors, Nima, that kind of accurate number to the single digit, almost frightened Duke when it was reported for the first time.

Of course, Duke won't deny this number. For humans with a population of tens of millions, even if all these Draenei went to Azeroth, they wouldn't even make a splash.

"That's easy. All countries in the Alliance are equal, and the Draenei are no exception. Let the people below discuss the specific details. Now that the magic network connection is good, if you have any requests, you can put them forward first Come out and the Alliance will try its best to satisfy you."

"Food!" Velen blurted out, as if he was afraid that Duke would not know the seriousness of the problem. Velen emphasized it specifically: "A lot of food. The war destroyed all production. We lost all the fields and could only pass through The secret passage sent a small number of compatriots to collect food in the forests outside the orc-controlled areas."

"Food, right? How much does it cost?"

"I hope the first batch will be a hundred tons, and the sooner the better."

"As you wish!" At this moment, Du's strength jumped from zero to a hundred yards without even blinking.

Du Mooke - Possessed by the Magic Lamp!

Just hearing Duke snap his fingers, the next moment, several space bags suddenly opened next to Duke.

"Clang-dang-dang--" The sound of hard objects falling to the ground continued.

A strip of golden rectangular strips about twenty centimeters long fell out of the void.

In just a few blinks of an eye, they had already piled up into a small mountain in front of Viren.

Duke smiled: "Please call Hooves...Yrel."

Viren nodded in an almost imperceptible manner, and naturally a servant called in Hooves who was wandering outside the hall, staring at Thomas and turning on the 'secret observation' mode.

Hooves is curious and appears calm, but her cheerful steps and wide swish of tail betray her mood.

What calm? This is obviously Peipianpidian coming here!

"Teacher Wellen, you called me?" Yirel asked a little excitedly, but also a little awkwardly.

Velen looked at his young disciple who was a bit out of his mind with loving eyes: "Ambassador Dooku is looking for you."

Hoofu turned his head and blinked: "Do you need my help?"

Duke smiled and said nothing, then snapped his fingers again, and a thing fifty centimeters long, twenty-five centimeters wide, and twenty centimeters high, a bit like an ice basin, took shape in front of the Draenei.

By the way, he also communicated with the water elemental plane and filled it with a basin of water.

"Although it doesn't taste very good, it is indeed made from high-quality food." After saying that, Duke picked up a piece of 'gold bar' and tore off the wrapping paper on the surface, revealing a brown solid.

Duke threw it into the pool.

It was nothing at first, but soon the small brick at the bottom of the pool began to react with the water, and bubbles kept coming up.

"Puff! Puff!" The strange sound attracted the attention of all the surrounding Draenei.

In less than thirty seconds, the 'brick' that was just a small piece at the beginning greedily absorbed water at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a large, soft cake that almost burst the ice basin.

Duke made a gesture of invitation.

A Velen Shield stepped forward, broke off a small piece, and ate it into his mouth. A smile soon appeared on his rough face: "I tasted wheat, eggs, and one or two plant seasonings. It's quite nutritious."

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Yrel's tail spun like a windmill: "Let me have a taste too?"

With brisk steps, Yrel went over and broke off a piece: "Yeah, it tastes good! Why do you say it doesn't taste good?"

At this moment, in Karazhan, Duke slapped his forehead with a wry smile on his face. Alleria next to him tickled his nose and smiled slightly.

Whether it tastes good or not is relative.

As a time traveler, Duke's understanding of modern warfare definitely transcends the world of Azeroth. He proposed the concept of compressed biscuits long ago.

Before someone traveled across Azeroth, both humans and dwarves in Azeroth ate bread as their staple food. But during two large-scale cross-sea wars, bread was too troublesome and took up too much space.

So Duke insisted on adding compressed crackers and canned fish to the logistics.

To be honest, these were all stockpiles from a few years ago, but the Draenei regard them as treasures!