Chapter 1396 Cultural Invasion

Who is crying with joy?

And who is cheering for seemingly mundane food?

There is only one answer - the Draenei!

The Draenei are so miserable. They have been hunted by their former compatriots for more than 20,000 years, wandering everywhere with nowhere to hide. Almost every planet they reach will be chased by void battleships from the Burning Legion soon after. Not to mention a thousand years of peace, if we can have fifty years, we will already be burning incense.

Many times, the civilizations and races they encounter are weaker than them. It is impossible to help them resist the Burning Legion. In order not to deceive others, they will even take the initiative to leave planets with intelligent creatures.

How could I get the active shelter and protection of a powerful force like today?

From the astrologers who had become a branch of Shattrath City, they had heard the powerful legends of the Alliance. Now, it seems that they are lucky enough to be witnesses of this invincible legend.

"Be careful not to choke! If you've been hungry for too long, your stomach won't be able to bear it if you suddenly eat too much." She said solemnly, with a flowery face, as if the person who choked on puffed dry food just now was not her but a passerby. .

Fortunately, the Draenei all believe in the Holy Light, and even the apprentices from the Karabor Temple have a sense of obedience that is almost blind.

Both adults and children were hungry. They abided by the rules very well. There was no crowding or snatching. They lined up one by one to wait for the food distribution from Yrel and others.

"See? There are still tons of food there, enough for us to eat for a month. If we hold on for another week or two, the Alliance will open the passage from Hellfire Peninsula to Shattrath City."

The draenei followed Duke's suggestion and paraded around Shattrath City with mountains of compressed biscuits and puffed cake-like food.

There is food in hand and no panic in mind.

The Draenei are known for their resilience. Now, they are more confident in defending their main city.

At the entrance of the hall, Velen's Shield surrounded Velen and Duke, and they stood side by side. Viren looked at this scene with many emotions.

"I really didn't expect that."

"There are many things you didn't expect. Delaney joining the Alliance will be a win-win situation for the entire Azeroth and the Draenei people. The Alliance needs your technology and the guidance of the Holy Light, and you need the Alliance's combat power. and protection. We are natural allies, aren’t we?”

"Indeed." Viren nodded.

There is no better combination than this. You must know that within the alliance, the Holy Light Church is simply a pillar church that transcends countries and races. Even though the night elves have a true god named Elune over their heads, the Alliance is still dominated by the Church of the Holy Light.

What's more coincidental is that since the deaths of Alonsus and Uther, the position of Archbishop of the Holy Light has been vacant.

Duke directly proposed to let Viren, the great stickman, take this position.

The races are different, but the beliefs are from the same origin.

In addition, educating foreigners is the highest honor for the draenei.

How could you let Viren refuse?

A hanging heart has already given up most of it.

Only when the alliance provides follow-up support can we declare that Delaney has perfectly integrated into the alliance.

"Praise the Holy Light——"

"Praise the Union——"

"Long live the Prophet!"

How can you be worthy of this ecstasy and joy without roaring when you are full?

The entire Shattrath City was boiling.

The noisy sound spread thousands of meters away, and the entire evil orc camp could hear the unique cheers of the draenei.

Kilrogg* knew with all his heart that Shattrath City would be impossible to defeat with just him and his army of evil orcs.

He works hard too! When he first took refuge with Illidan, the first order Illidan gave him was the death order. But in recent days, he couldn't contact Illidan at all. His new master seemed to have vanished from the world.

The command center of the entire Outland Legion was completely paralyzed, and the commanders in various places were fighting independently.

Magtheridon asked the Black Temple for help, but the Black Temple ignored him.

Asking for help from Vashj's Naga troops in Zangarmarsh to the west, Vashj shied away from Illidan's order and could only continue to carry out the original order and drain the lake water from the swamp.

As the saying goes, every family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.

At this time, the tribe was also in trouble.

In the frontline camp outside Hellfire Citadel, Thrall looked up at the sky. The world of Azeroth seemed to be a distant memory, fading away in his mind. As far as the eye can see, there is only infinite darkness in the sky, which is torn apart by the light or mysterious energy that passes by from time to time.

Seeing the tall figure walking beside him, Sal asked: "What's going on?"

"There are many casualties, but more importantly, our food supply cannot keep up." The dead man had no expression at all, but Orgrim's voice was full of shame: "It's all my fault. I should have thought that the situation would be worse than imagined. terrible."

I thought that when I returned to my hometown, the tribe with the orcs as its core would be the home battle. Unexpectedly, my hometown is still my hometown, but unfortunately it has become beyond recognition.

Even with the addition of goblins, the tribe's supply method is still primitive, the kind that uses local materials and then consumes the surrounding natural resources like locusts.

In the era when Orgrim left 23 years ago, hunting was still possible near the Dark Portal despite the lack of resources. Now, the land is completely desolate, and even if there are monsters wandering around, most of them are demonic creatures that are seriously contaminated by evil energy.

There really aren't many prey items to eat.

It's not that you can't eat demonized creatures. The problem is that if you eat them, they will become more like evil orcs, which is completely putting the cart before the horse.

Originally, Thrall also asked Kilrogg about the orcs who later came from the Dark Portal, but he didn't expect those guys to have evil intentions, and actually lied and claimed that they were not much different from the Orgrim period.

If the Horde can learn the elite tactics of the Alliance, it may be able to reduce the pressure by reducing the number of soldiers.

The point is, it doesn’t work!

"Ask for help from the Alliance. I bet that guy Duke figured out our supply difficulties and must have reserved our share." Orgrim gritted his teeth.

This isn't hate, it's more like helplessness.

No tribal leader could blame Duke, because before crossing the Dark Portal, Duke specifically asked Varian to come and ask if he wanted to prepare supplies for the tribe. Of course, supplies are not free and require the tribe to use more ores and resources in exchange.

"There is no other way. This is the only way!" Sal also sighed.

He had long noticed that the tribe was invaded economically and culturally by the Alliance. Since the ceasefire with the Alliance and the establishment of an alliance, he has been paying attention to boosting the racial soul of the tribe and mitigating the invasion of the Alliance's various values ​​and social views.

It now appears that he failed.

Half a day later, the canned Alliance beef from Fort Glory arrived. A loud cheer erupted in the tribal camp.

This sound made Sal even more frustrated.