Chapter 40 Prophet Velen

Soaking in the bathtub, Nergo kept thinking about what he should say when he saw Velen.

Should he rely on the charlatan route to tell them that the elements revealed the coming of the Legion to him.

Or should he use friendship and peace as bait to promote closer ties between the Draenei and the Warsong Orcs.

After eating the fruit placed near the bathtub, Nergo decided to proceed step by step.

Pulling favor - alliance - vassal, the operation is not about age, but whether it is effective.

Dong Dong Dong.

There was a knock on the door.

"Hello, guest, do you have time now?" A strange Draenei voice came from outside the door.

The gentle knock on the door interrupted Nergo's thoughts.

Nergo put on his clothes and followed the Draenei outside to meet their leader.

Sure enough, Velen was taller than he imagined, and he could even lead the guards outside the door by about a head in height.

If he didn't have such strong muscles, Nergo had no doubt that he could become an excellent warrior.

With a light yellow robe and snow-white skin, Velen looked even wiser than Nergo's shaman teacher.

When he saw his deep, wise eyes shining with bright blue light.

"This is an elder full of wisdom." Nergo couldn't help thinking: "It's just a bit of a waste of this head."

But looking at this silver beard and hair, Velen's life span is more than a thousand years?

In front of this ancient who has surpassed time, can his little thoughts really be hidden?

Nergo had some doubts, but these doubts quickly disappeared.

"Welcome." Velen said in a soft voice, and stood up and nodded. "I am Velen. You seem to be in some kind of anxiety just now?"

"Yes." Nergo did not hide it, denying that all this was meaningless. "I came here to discuss the trade issues between the Draenei and the Warsong Clan. We hope to have a closer relationship with you, and secondly, I want the Warsong Clan to form an alliance with your people."

Nergo told Velen his thoughts, and the old prophet listened quietly to the young orc's words.

"You need to coexist peacefully, and we need your friendship." Nergo raised his head and said slowly, "We are a win-win situation."

At this time, several Draenei put food on the table. The gorgeous and exquisite table was more luxurious with these delicacies.

But Nergo did not touch these things, even if they looked delicious.

He was waiting for Velen's reply.

Velen did not answer his questions, but asked some seemingly irrelevant new questions, such as his age, the traditions of the Warsong Clan, and the character of Chief Hellscream.

Nergo answered truthfully without any embellishment. He believed that he could convince the Draenei.

Hmm...

Velen pondered for a moment, "Is this also the idea of ​​your chief?"

"Since the chief has appointed me as an envoy, this is naturally his idea." Nergo said without hesitation: "I represent the will of the chief."

"If we form an alliance, the whole Draenei will open its doors to us."

Velen fell silent.

The Warsong Clan is undoubtedly the most powerful force of the orcs in Nagrand. If we form an alliance with them, the strange relationship between the orcs and the Draenei will be changed.

It will undoubtedly greatly improve the current embarrassing situation of the Draenei.

Most importantly, this means that the orcs are gradually accepting the Draenei.

"I roughly understand the idea of ​​your chief."

"I also believe that you come with friendship."

"But can your people get along with my people in a friendly manner?" Velen expressed a little distrust of this.

You know, even after two hundred years, the orcs still regard the Draenei as suspicious neighbors.

In their opinion, keeping a certain distance from the Draenei is the best way of life.

Now you say you want to form an alliance? The Draenei can naturally accept it, but what about the orcs?

"Chief Hellscream's words are final." He explained: "Chief Hellscream's orders are above all else, and all Warsong orcs can only obey."

"We Draenei will not object to the alliance." Velen said: "But I hope we can have more mutual understanding."

Indeed, if there is no mutual understanding.

Then even if the chief's order is issued, it is inevitable that some orcs will secretly exclude the Draenei, and it may even damage the prestige of the chief and his shaman.

"Then let's talk about the issue of trade." Velen said a lot, and Nergo was listening.

In short, Nergo proposed the plan he had discussed with Thordoan on the road before.

And using this as a template, the treaty was finally finalized.

The orcs sell resources such as ores and animal skins, while the Draenei sell weapons, armor, clothing and other supplies.

It's hard to say who is taking advantage. After all, the orcs can reproduce and have enough labor, but they don't have high-end technology and can't use these resources more effectively.

The Draenei have technology but no numbers, so they can only focus on their technological development and don't have extra manpower to collect resources.

As Nergo said, it's a win-win situation for both of them.

Since there is no way to form an alliance for the time being, they can only sign a trade agreement first, at least so that he doesn't come in vain.

At the table, Nergo tasted the Draenei's unique cooking methods, roasted meat, bread, vegetables... Compared with the orcs' usual boiled meat, roasted meat and raw meat, these foods are obviously more delicious.

"Have you heard of Orgrim and Durotan?" Velen suddenly asked: "They were younger than you at that time, but you should be about the same age."

"I have heard of it." Nergo nodded, "One is the heir of the Hammer of Destruction, and the other is the son of the chieftain of the Frostwolf Clan."

And the father of the future savior shaman and the holder of the Hammer of Destruction.

"When they came to our city, they were much more childish." Velen recalled Durotan and Orgrim with a little smile on his face.

"They were curious about everything, and even after they left, the chair legs in the house were bent by them."

"They are the same as you, but different. You are as courageous as them, but you seem to lack some vitality." Velen's eyes seemed to see through him, "You always seem to be worried about something."

Worried?

I'm worried that the Legion will suddenly come out and kill us all.

But can he just say that?

What will happen after he says it?

Will Velen lead the Draenei to expand their power, and the tribe will become the Holy Light "Empire" dominated by the Draenei?

Or will Velen just run away and hide, making his efforts a joke?

Nergo fell silent, and Velen knew that he didn't want to talk too much about this topic, so he could only change the subject.