"Hello captain!"

"Ri'an, Captain Nubodon!"

With a smile, he nodded his head to the person who greeted him. Nubodon kept walking through the bustling streets and came to a house in the morning light. This was the residence of Lord Prophet and his daily office. At this time, the members of the Prophet Guard, who belonged to Veron, had already finished changing shifts and started a new day's work.

Standing guard is a very hard thing. The guards must wear bright silver plate armor, hold their heads up and keep their chests still, and support the whole society to be stable and harmonious. This job is quite boring and boring. Many times they don’t know how they persevere. Maybe they are used to it, and of course, they may be numb.

In fact, Viren did not have such high requirements. This was completely spontaneously formed by the guards. As a member of the Prophet Guard, it can be said that it is a glorious thing in the entire Delaney society. This represents your glory. The most important thing is to prove your strength and be recognized by the Prophet and others.

The members of the Prophet Guard may not be the most powerful of the Draenei people, but they are definitely the most loyal to Villen, and the highest-level existence in all combat readiness sequences. In the past, in Argus, there were also the Conqueror Guard and the Spellcaster Guard coexist, but now they are the only ones left.

Nubodun's figure disappeared into the house. Soon, he appeared again. From the corner of his eyes, he knew the captain's guards. Sure enough, Nubodun said lightly: "Master Prophet has important things to think about today. All matters are temporarily pushed back, and all visitors will not be welcomed."

The guards nodded. Although this situation is rare, it has happened several times. The Prophet has been busy with all kinds of things every day. What is hateful is that he and others cannot help at all, so he can only create a quiet environment as much as possible and do his best to do his best.

"You always appeared in front of me without saying hello, but today it was strange and suddenly became so polite! Tasadam, the corners of my eyes are pounding now, and I always feel like you are going to make a big news."

The words of hiding the needle in the cotton did not change Tasadam at all. She looked at Veron with a smile and said, "What? I'm not welcome?"

"It's not very welcome," without any tactful meaning, Veron said very directly: "Your behavior is too abnormal and you won't go to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. My little heart is a little timid!"

Tasadam suddenly changed his expression and looked at Veron sobbingly, saying pitifully: "You cruel man, so heartless and so cruel, have you forgotten that night, we..."

Glance at Tasadam, Villen snorted and walked past her, came to the cabinet and leaned over to take out two empty cups, opened another bottle of cider and filled the cup. After picking up one of them, he picked up a cup and took a sip, he said slowly: "What happened that night? Sorry, I forgot!"

"That, I'm pregnant!"

The right hand holding the cup shook subconsciously, and Veren turned around and said with a dark face: "You won! Tell me, what's the matter with me?"

The joke ended here. Tasadam stopped when he saw it was ready and waved his hand casually. Another cup appeared directly in his hand. Looking at Veron, the smile on her face gradually faded. The two of them looked at each other silently, and no one spoke.

After a long time, Tasadam sighed softly and said with a complicated look: "We should have a good chat!"

“Talk?”

Playing with the glass in his hand, Veron chuckled, drank the fruit wine in one gulp, put the cup on the table, walked to the chair and sat down, crossed his fingers on his legs and said lightly: "I don't know what you want to talk about?"

"A lot of topics related to you, me, and everyone!"

Tasadham walked to the opposite side and sat down. Looking at Veren, she hesitated for a while before continuing: "I know you are dissatisfied with me. Sorry, some things are not something I want to hide, but I have to do it due to some rules. I have my own difficulties!"

Tasadam didn't say anything, and Viren was unwilling to ask too much. Everyone has their own privacy and helpless times. The decisions made at some point may not come from their original intentions, but no matter what, the differences have been formed and the results will not change.

"I don't understand, as an outsider, why do you have to take these Draenei people into consideration?"

As if there was a clue in Viren's expression, Tasadam suddenly asked an irrelevant question: "The body you occupy now is a prophet of the Draenei, but the soul in the body is not, and there is no relationship between you!

Over the years, you have worked tirelessly to lead them to find a way to prosperity, but what you have worked hard to get is the misunderstanding of others. Is it worth it for you to do this?"

This question was beyond Veren's surprise. He was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook his head and said, "There is nothing worth it or not. Since I have inherited this body and become a prophet of the Draenei people, it is necessary to bring hope to them and lead them on the right path!

Then this is the responsibility I deserve and an unavoidable obligation. It must be done in terms of emotion and reason!"

"As for the misunderstanding," said Weiren, who said this, paused for a moment and said indifferently: "After all, everyone has their own ideas. I don't expect them to accept it completely. As long as it doesn't hinder me, it's their business, and I don't care!"

Tasadam was surprised and asked a question that he felt idiot: "Aren't you worried that they will unite to resist you?"

"They can give it a try!"

After flashing the dust that did not exist on the sleeves of the bullet, Veron underestimated: "There are too many people in this world who are committing suicide. There are always some fools who think that there are many people and powerful people who can do whatever they want. At that time, the facts will tell them that those who are unwilling to follow me will have to follow the previous prophet!"

He sighed in his heart. The answer was not beyond Tasaddam's expectations. Viren was not a generous person, but then again, no matter how generous a person is, he could not tolerate his subordinates' betrayal.

Looking at the silent Tasadam, his heart moved, and Veren turned to ask, "You came to me today to ask some boring questions?"

"This question is not boring at all!"

Tasaddam said with a serious look on his face: "It is so important that I don't know how to persuade you!"

"Ha!" With a chuckle, Veron stood up from his seat: "Since I don't know how to speak, then stop this topic. You should understand that I will not agree if I say it!"

"Why?"

Tasadam was anxious and stopped Viren who was about to leave, saying annoyedly: "I haven't spoken yet, how do you know what I'm going to say?"

"Is it hard to guess?"

Villen asked back, "I can guess from your question just now, and I can tell you clearly that I am now the prophet of the Draenei people and the leader of the Draenei people in the future. If I want me to leave them behind, I can't do it!"

"I didn't let you leave them behind, I just, just let you..."

Under the gaze of Viren, Tasadam's voice became lower and lower. When a person was willing to accept it, he had reasons; and when he was unwilling to agree, there were excuses. Tasadam understood that no matter how singular he said, Viren would not believe it, because from the beginning, he did not intend to agree.

It is difficult for Tasadam to understand Villen's behavior. Why did he persist so much? It was obviously just a prophet of the Draenei people by chance, but the soul in Villen's body was repeatedly obsessed with the Draenei people and refused to let go. What is this? Is it too deeply involved? Or is there something else to do?

But Tasadam thought too much, and Viren's behavior can be summarized in one sentence, that is, his butt determines his head. Different positions make him and Tasadam's ideas naturally different.

What Tasaddam cares about is that the world, whether it is the Draenei, the orc, or other life, they are essentially no different. They are all natives of this world and are humble existences that can be given up at any time.

But for the soul in Viren's body, this body is a prophet of the Delaney people, so he must do what a leader should do, protect them from safety, and help the Delaney people rise. This is the principle and the bottom line. In this regard, there is no room for bargaining.

Viren didn't know that the principles he adhered to, and he accidentally solved many troubles in the future. These troubles were collectively called cause and effect. He occupied the body of the prophet Viren, so he had to repay this kindness. Bodhisattvas feared the cause and the result, and did not reach a certain level, and would never be able to understand the horror of cause and effect.

Since the topic has been clearly stated, Tasadam no longer hesitated and said, "You should understand that the Draenei people seem strong but are actually quite weak. Coupled with their innate physiological limitations and defects, their development potential is seriously insufficient. You can say without hesitation that their future achievements are very limited!"

Tasadam said the fact that before civilization develops to a certain extent, manpower is the greatest capital. Delaney loses because of few people, and there are congenital shortcomings, and fertility is seriously low. Although Viren has been using methods to constantly stimulate and wants to increase the number of newborns, unfortunately the results are very limited, and it has become increasingly difficult in the past two years.

"So I took Mzdono's advice to get the Gertes to join us."

Villen has his own way of dealing with this problem: "With naturalized orcs joining, population will no longer be a problem."

"Are you sure?" Tasadam followed, "Can you treat orcs and Draenei equally in your heart?"

Of course it is impossible to treat everyone equally. Villen is a prophet of the Draenei people, not a prophet of the orcs. Of course, he will treat the same problems differently. If he takes it seriously, then there will be a big problem.

Looking at Velen who was disdainful of answering, Tasaddam felt tricky again. She was fully prepared before coming, but when the topic really came, she still felt lacking confidence.

But regardless of whether she has confidence or not, she must make it clear, otherwise she will retreat this time and will probably be even worse next time: "The survival of the fittest is the law of nature. The joining of the Gertes will inevitably impact the current social system of the Delaney people. This is an unstoppable process and an inevitable result!"

"So what? As long as I, the prophet, are still there, no matter whether the Gertes or other races, are the dragons and tigers lying on me, and before I fall, it is no one's turn to play wild!"

Villen has this confidence, and he also has the ability to kill any danger in the cradle, but this is what Tasaddam does not want to see. Change must be started, the entire Draenei social system must be changed, and those vested interests cannot always occupy a high position and not let go!

This is the current difference between the two. Their goals are the same, but the results are completely different. What Villen wants is a society with him as the core and the Draenei people as the middle layer. In other words, the current social organizational structure remains unchanged. New races can join, but cannot achieve high positions and can only rely on the Draenei people to survive.

As for Tasadam, what she wants is a diversified new society led by Viren. Only in this way can her plan be achieved, the world will be saved, the future will have hope, and she can rest assured.

If the two ideas are compared, of course Tasadam's idea is better, but this is reality. Reality is bloody and there is no warmth. The collision between races and races, and civilizations cannot tolerate any hesitation. Any kind-hearted behavior will eventually bring a painful lesson. At the very least, it will be occupied by the magpie's nest and forced to wander. At the worst, it will be dead and completely destroyed in the long river of history.

As we see more, even a fool will be more careful. The most famous one is the "May Flower". As a result, everyone knows that the Indians who kindly take in the victims, now, let alone the grass, can't even find the graves. Who can hear their crying?

Weiren's fear of Tasadam naturally knew that this was the reason why she had been reluctant to speak. No matter how difficult it was, she had to think of ways to get Weiren to agree. Otherwise, the so-called future, the persistence of the so-called future can only be just a fantasy.

The two of them were thinking about their own thoughts, and the room became quite quiet. Villen soon came to his senses. He was still bored with the question and wanted to leave, but unfortunately Tasadam would not agree.

"Actually, those two orcs did not exist a long time ago!"

Weiren looked stunned and asked subconsciously: "Orcs? Which two orcs?"
Chapter completed!