Chapter 1473 A Hint of Haze

The Draenei are similar to the night elves, both have a **** political system. Throughout the race, power was concentrated in the hands of the archbishops and bishops.

Hoof can become a candidate for bishop, which is already the rhythm of flying into the sky.

In any normal race or country, this is unthinkable. Because Yrel is too young and lacks qualifications.

It's a pity that the draenei have been hunted for 25,000 years. They finally sneaked to Draenor to recover some strength. Kil'jaeden instigated Ner'zhul and mobilized the orcs to beat the draenei again until they almost perished. Extinction.

Nowadays, the Draenei don't even have many soldiers to fight, let alone talents. Most of them were civilians who were malnourished not long ago. They couldn't even hold a weapon, let alone an education.

Yrel's rise to the top certainly feels like a taller one among the short ones. On the other hand, it’s also because Yrelgen is blooming!

Don’t forget, even though Yrel was just a Karabor apprentice before, her teacher was Velen!

The magic stick race never cares about bloodline, only about inheritance.

With this relationship and a good record, Yrel is rare enough to get along with all the major races in the alliance. Of course, more importantly, she is a talent valued by the alliance commander Duke Marcus. .

Although it seems that the Alliance relies quite heavily on Holy Light weapons, the Delaney also relies more heavily on the Alliance for daily necessities. The Delaney urgently needs a bridge to communicate smoothly with the Alliance, and Yrel is obviously quite suitable.

Regardless of the purpose, Yrel's promotion became inevitable.

Now Hoof is no longer the cute new apprentice that Duke first met, wearing rough leather pants, a backless white shorts, and holding a broken axe.

The demons of the Burning Legion have destroyed and swept away countless worlds, and their equipment is also the most sophisticated. Darkness and light are mutually exclusive, and when the devil's equipment is purified, it becomes the sharpest sacred weapon.

At this time, the hoof was wearing a set of plate armor with a lavender pattern. Whether it was the middle of the hand armor, the middle of the leg armor, or the middle of the breastplate, there were magic stones the size of eggs. The holy light energy faintly flowing out of it is enough to make any demon below the lord level look shocked.

A war hammer with a six-edged edge and a short handle, full of nicks that had been repaired after many battles.

An epic small buckler, on which you can even clearly see the marks of Cerberus's horns, the ax marks of Demon Guard, and the marks of Doom Guard's sword...

Duke sighed softly. In just a few months, the young hoof had already grown up under the pressure of pushing back the seedlings.

Yrel has changed a lot, but the only thing that remains unchanged may be the exaggerated arc of her butt and the standard S-shaped curved legs.

Realizing that Duke's eyes were on her buttocks, Hoofu blushed slightly, and then moved her body so that she was facing Duke directly.

Now she already knows that Mark Dooku, the little advance team mage who hung out with her, is actually the stand-in for the leader of the alliance. I really couldn't tell anyone about this strange feeling, and I never had a chance to communicate with Duke about it. No matter how you say it, this is a strange fate and a very special experience.

But at this time, like Maraad, she had to express her will in a business-like manner.

Duke looked at Yrel, the heroine who would have become the leader of the Draenei in history, and then at the persistent old stick Velen, and finally sighed: "Our main force is restraining your old friend. , so it is impossible to give you too much support here. If you know this, then I have no reason to veto your action."

The old friend is of course Kil'jaeden.

When Viren heard this, his eyes shone brightly. I couldn't help but take another high look at Duke. Over the past 25,000 years, the Draenei have relied on many forces and asked for help from many powerful beings. There was even a force that successfully resisted the Burning Legion for a time, but in the end that force was destroyed by Kil'jaeden's conspiracy.

Duke was able to conquer the Dark Temple while still maintaining a clear head and a clear mind, which was really commendable.

"Some things always need to be done by someone. For the sake of my compatriots and for the evil cause of resisting the Burning Legion, I am duty-bound." Velen's insistence made Duke feel a little unusual.

Viren must be hiding something from him.

Everyone has different ideas, but truly great people have mostly the same ideas. Velen was definitely one of the few great men in the world, and Duke always had respect in his heart for such a person whose actions were all based on justice.

Duke gently raised his finger and shook his index finger.

Two capable figures suddenly appeared beside Duke, a man and a woman, with somewhat similar facial contours.

"They are the Van Cleefs and their daughter, the most capable thieves under my command. With their assistance, it will be easier for you to resist sneak attacks from the darkness."

Then Duke waved to the other side, and Lilas and Solanlian walked over knowingly.

"The fourth child of the Windrunner family and the great astromancer Solanlian, I believe their addition can make up for your lack of long-range attacks."

Maraad wanted to say something, but Velen waved his hand. Willen knew that this was Duke's bottom line.

"Thank you, Commander-in-Chief, for your kindness. The Draenei have accepted it. I hope we can successfully recover our artifact Soul Box this time."

"hope so."

"May the Holy Light lead the world." Whispering a blessing like a magic stick, Velen led the people away and followed the tribe.

Except for Varok Saurfang who stayed behind in Orgrimmar City and the retired Ye Ye, all the prominent bosses of the tribe arrived.

In addition to a few strong men from the alliance, to a certain extent, the tribe has a strong army.

The alliance seems to be in a weak position. The only forwards on the front line are the trio of Varian, Fandral Staghelm, Muradin Bronzebeard, and the transferred Halduron Brightwing.

But the main formation is Duke's remote-controlled Mark Dooku and the demigod-level Vashchi!

If the Horde hadn't had Gruul the Dragon Slayer, they would have been completely outclassed by the Alliance. The problem is that Gruul is too big, and the offense in the temple still has to rely on the original main lineup. Only by conquering the magic nodes where the temple's protective magic arrays are located can the protection be opened and Gruul come up.

"Alas!" Looking at Viren's back, Duke always felt that there seemed to be a hint of haze hanging over Viren's back. He sighed softly and finally turned around: "Varian, this place is basically left to you. Unless Illidan is seen, Vashj and I are unlikely to take action."

Varian nodded: "Understood."