Chapter 1394: Dengkang

Velen was still cyanotic, and he had a little distrust of his ears.
Does the Draenei need an alliance?
Yes, of course!
The intermittent encirclement of orcs and demons has long drowned the Draenei.
The remaining Draenei is less than one percent of the original.
Looks like the return of Shattrath City, at the cost of losing almost all the youth. Take a look, once you exit this domed hall, dying people can be seen everywhere in the residential area.
They groaned weakly, silently waiting for the advent of death in the dirty stinking muddy water.
The Holy Light is not almighty. The Holy Light can heal the pain and soothe the soul, but the Holy Light cannot solve malnutrition, it cannot make people grow lost limbs, and it cannot kill parasites that penetrate into the body.
Although Velen has no doubt that if the evil and dirty orcs invade the residential area, those dying compatriots will tell the invaders what the will and the desperate counterattack are, but this cannot stop this. The best interpretation of this cruel reality.
The 25,000-year escape life did not break Velen's incomparable heart. If he fell, then no one would know the details of the Burning Legion like him.
He cannot fall, even if all his people are destroyed, even if only one of him is left.
At this time, he knew the Alliance, and knew that there was a world in which the Burning Legion mouse could not pull the turtle.
Even the astrologers who turned to Shattrath City showed him a small image of the invasion of the Burning Legion, including Archimonde's body hanging on the stump of the world tree in Mount Hyjal.
In order to boost morale, the league played this video in the main city of the league for three months.
Velen certainly recognized that this was his old friend, Archimonde.
From that day on, Velen was mentally ready to hold his thighs.
Still, happiness came so suddenly that he couldn't believe it.
After a brief silence, it was the joy of a flash flood.
Velen bowed deeply: "I would like to thank the Alliance for its generosity and acceptance on behalf of the 300,000 Draenei. This is an honour for the Draenei."
Three hundred thousand or something is definitely an approximation. The Draenei had been killed for a long time, and the orc full of Draenor was like a duckling, rushing everywhere.
Duke really wondered if there were still a hundred thousand conscious Draenei. Of course, Duke didn't doubt that Velen had a special spiritual connection to know the number of his people. For example, the twin emperor, Nima, the exact number that was accurate to the single digit, when it was first reported, it almost scared Duke.
Of course, Duke will not deny this number. For humans with a population of tens of millions, even if this part of the Draenei went to Azeroth, even a wave would not be set off.
"That's easy. The alliance is equal, and the Draeneis are no exception. The specific details let the following people talk. While the magic network is now well connected, what can you ask for here? Come out, the league will try to satisfy you. "
"Food!" Velen rushed out, as if afraid that Duke didn't know the seriousness of the problem, Velente emphasized again: "A lot of food. War destroyed all production. We lost all our fields and could only pass daily. Mystery sent a small number of compatriots to collect food in the forest outside the orc-controlled area. "
"Is the food right? How much?"
"The first batch I hope to have a hundred tons, and the sooner the better."
"As you wish!" At this moment, Du's force was soaring from zero to a hundred yards, without even blinking.
Du Mouke magic lamp possession!
Just listening to Duke's crisp ringing fingers, the next moment, several space bags were suddenly opened beside Duke.
The sound of "Dangdang Dang" falling hard to the ground continued.
Strips of golden rectangles, about 20 centimeters long, fell out of the void.
Just a few blinks of time, already piled up in front of Velen.
Duke smiled. "Troubles ... Yrel is here."
Velen nodded with a near-inconceivable range. Naturally, someone dangled outside the hall, glared at Thomas with big eyes, and opened the hoof in the mode of "observation in the dark".
The hoof was curious and calm on the surface, but her cheerful footwork and large fluttering tail betrayed her mood.
What's calm? This is clearly fart over here!
"Mister Velen, are you calling me?" Yrel asked a little excitedly and a little crazily.
Velen looked at his young, discouraged disciple with affectionate eyes: "It's Ambassador Dooku looking for you."
The hoof turned and blinked, "Do you need any help?"
Duke didn't say a word, but it was another ring finger, a fifty centimeters long, twenty-five centimeters wide, and twenty centimeters high. Something like an ice basin was shaped in front of the Draenei.
By the way, I also communicated the water elemental plane and injected a pot of water into it.
"Although it doesn't taste very good, it is made of fine food." After all, Duke picked up a piece of 'gold bar' and tore off the surface of the wrapping paper, exposing a piece of brown solid.
Duke threw it into the pool.
At first it was okay. Soon the small brick at the bottom of the pond started to react with the water, and bubbles kept coming up.
"Oh!" The strange sound caught the eyes of all Draenei around.
In less than thirty seconds, at the beginning, a small piece of 'brick' absorbed the moisture greedily at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a large, soft cake that almost broke the ice basin.
Duke made a please gesture.
A Velon shield stepped forward, took a small piece, ate it in his mouth, and soon a grin on his face showed a smile: "I tasted the taste of wheat, eggs, and one or two plant spices. It is quite nutritious."
Almost the voice dropped, Yrel's tail turned like a windmill: "Let me taste it?"
Taking a brisk footstep, Yrel also took a piece in the past: "Yeah, it tastes good! Why do you say it doesn't taste good?"
At this moment, at Karazhan, Duke patted his head and smiled bitterly. Aurelia next to him tickled his nose and smiled.
Taste is good or bad, relatively speaking.
As a traverser, Duke's understanding of modern warfare absolutely transcended the world of Azeroth. He has long proposed the concept of compressed biscuits.
Before Dum went through, Azeroth humans and dwarves used bread as their staple food. But in the two large-scale cross-sea wars, bread was too much trouble and occupied too much space.
So Duke insisted on adding biscuits and canned fish to the logistics.
Seriously, these are the warehouse goods of a few years ago, but the Delaney people are treasures!