Chapter 1391: Black History of Hoofs

At this time, Kilrogg was dripping with cold sweat.
"You can't come to 'our world'! You can't come here! This is not your domain!" It seems to be asking yourself, as if to emphasize, more like an unconscious self-hypnosis.
Kilrogg was in a nervous state, thinking about these words over and over.
"What did I do wrong? No! I wasn't wrong! Thrall was too weak! 'The orcs will never be slaves'? Alas! What he is doing now is to turn the Horde into the Alliance's eternal slave! This world is the territory of the orcs It is the world of the Burning Legion. You are an outside demigod and you can do nothing. "
Kilrogg is a smart man full of ambitions. He will obey the strong, but that is on the premise that the other party shows its decisive power! He was convinced that Kil'jaeden's Illidan could better fight the abominable alliance, so after returning to his familiar place, he arrogantly chose to raise the rebel flag.
It is ridiculous that when he faced Duke again, the first time I remembered was that horrible day dominated by Duke Marcus!
"Continue to charge? No! No! That guy is a lunatic! He can burn even his own main city, not to mention the main city of the Draenei!"
The main building of Shattrath City was originally nested in the basin. Thanks to several huge hanging passages, people in the outer city could directly enter the main building.
If the area around the basin is set on fire, then the orcs on the aisle will be all dead.
Mesmerizing memories came to Kilrogg's mind. The more he didn't want to remember, the clearer the dusty memories became.
Orcs have absolute strength?
Ha ha! That's not the first time!
A fire burned Elwynn Forest and nearly 100,000 orcs burned torch.
What about storming into Stormwind? Another fire will burn you one hundred thousand elite!
There is an overwhelming force in the air, but every time hundreds of thousands of orcs can hide in the ocean floor and feed fish!
All chiefs knew that changes must be made, so they defaulted to Orgrim.
But how about that?
Weakened again and again, ushered in failures again and again, and finally ran into a dead end.
When Kilrogg woke up from a mental shock, he took a deep breath, then spit out all the air in the cold lungs at once, and the vocal cords nourished by the power of the shadows gave out the trembling fear from the deepest part of the soul.
"The whole army listens! Retreat"
Although the evil orcs are bloodthirsty and fierce, they are not completely irrational like the legendary mad warriors, regardless of the enemy or the enemy, and still have rationality in their bones.
The retreat sounded, and even if they were unwilling, they evacuated after all.
The Draenei defensive officers and soldiers were finally relieved. They discharged the guard, then the main force slowly retreated and returned to the city. A large number of civilians began to emerge, and most of them played a logistical role.
Take away every compatriot who is still alive, use the Holy Light to treat them as much as possible, and clean up every evil orc who has not died.
These things are beyond the control of Duke and Thomas.
Here, Yrel, who was still in an inexplicable state, suddenly got a shock. Duke noticed the faint light of light shining in her ears.
Ok? Still this kind of operation?
Sure enough, Yrel gave a gift to Duke: "Master Velen is aware of your arrival and is now ready to meet you. Please follow me."
"Ok!"
Just now, Duke and their place are close to the outer city, which is the fastest way through the large passage connecting Unicom's inner and outer city. Because of the war, the 50-meter-wide corridor has been filled with various war machines or temporary bunkers.
To enter the inner city, it is faster to enter the basin.
Walking in the chaotic basin, the surrounding has become a huge barracks, or temporary shelter. Disabled Draenei soldiers, or skinny civilians, can be seen everywhere. Obviously, physical distribution has begun in the city, and all resources are given priority to defenders and soldiers who can fight.
Yrel is clearly a 'celebrity' here, and almost every Draenei knows her and greets her.
Of course, not everyone, everything is good.
"Hey! Yrel! When are you going to owe my six copper coins to me?" Said a sister Draenei in Draenei.
Duke could clearly see that Yrel, who had become light-hearted and rejoicing as he repelled the orcs, was petrified instantly.
Duck that shit!
Is this so-called black history?
Still a penny stumped the hero?
I did not expect that the illustrious Yrel, who was once famous in history, still had such an embarrassing moment.
As soon as the hooves heard, the hair became a bit hairy on the spot. The blue tail stood up like a cat frowning. She glanced guiltyly towards Duke and saw Duke didn't seem to pay attention. I put it here, and I patted my sturdy breast, and then hurriedly replied: "Mami! I took these VIPs to Lord Velen, and that's it, I'll finish the task, and I'll get the bonus back to you!"
As soon as I finished sending my sisters here, I heard the bad Duke over there, controlling Mark Duku, saying, "Miss Yrel, what six copper coins do I need to support you?"
Over there, the younger sister shouted: "Yrel"
The hoof switches in silly mode instantly: "What? I can't hear you! What do you say?"
Over there, took Duke's hand: "Master Velen is still waiting for you. Hurry! Hero! Let's hurry before she catches up and tangles!"
puff!
If it wasn't for the moment, Duke would like to roll around the ground a few times and laugh at the table.
Is this still the serious Archbishop of Draenei in later generations?
Entering the passage of the heavy soldier's handle, Duke and his party came to the huge domed main hall.
Surrounding curved walls are carved with mysterious runes. A naru flashing with sacred light, suspended from the n-shaped diamond-shaped hard blocks into a human shape, is suspended in the center of the hall.
Another older Draenei stood in front of Naaru's side.
In all corners of the hall, the beautiful and decent armor of the Draenei guards was polished to shine. It seems more divine in the shadow of Naruto's holy light.
The older Draenei should be Velen. Standing around him were several Paladins and Vindicators, bowing subtly to show obedience to him. This obedience stems from a top-down power pyramid that completely eliminates self-interest.
Probably, this kind of thing can only happen to a thorough idealist race like the Draenei.
Dumou respects the religious beliefs of others, even if he is standing on the top of the stick.
The problem is, he was a complete materialist in his bones after being educated by the great heavenly dynasty!