"Is that why you brought this strange race to me?"

Staring at the expressionless Kulus' eyes, he glanced at the stubborn Ailie, and finally looked at the group of green-skinned creatures with alert eyes. Marlad's face was gloomy and terrible. As the people around him were silent, he finally took a deep breath, forced the anger in his heart, and turned around and left without saying a word.

"us,"

Ailey looked at Marlad's back with a complicated face, and hesitated to Kulus beside him, "Have Marlad agreed to our request?"

Culous looked at this compatriot deeply, shook his head, and turned away without saying a word. As the other Draenei people around him slowly dispersed, Ailly, who was left with unknown reasons, stood here in a daze.

Two days later, when all the Draenei exploration teams gathered together, Marlade issued an order to return, and at the same time, another order was announced: the position of captain of the garrison officer Culous exploration team was removed and another member was replaced.

On the way back, the Delaney people were curious about the newly added green-skinned creatures in the team. Every day, people called friends to watch. Over time, the vigilance in the heart of the green-skinned creatures who were originally subconsciously guarding was greatly weakened.

Although they still acted like being thousands of miles away at some point, most of the time, they also looked at the group of blue-skinned creatures that they had never seen before.

Until they found that the expressions of the blue-skinned creatures around them became more and more excited and relaxed, their vigilance that had slowly faded rose again. In silence and alertness, they came to a strange place where they saw more blue-skinned creatures.

As early as the beginning of the Exploration Team's return, Viron and the members of the Bishop's Council had already had some understanding of all the situations through daily emails. They were also curious about the strange races encountered by the Exploration Team.

After all, this should be considered the first time that the Draenei people had contacted the intelligent creatures of this world. Although the process was unfriendly and the result was not satisfactory, in general, the absence of dangerous situations had already made them feel relieved.

In contrast, they were quite dissatisfied with the decision of the team leader Culous and the captain Marrad. Especially Viron, while being annoyed in his heart, he also developed a sense of powerlessness, the dogma of the holy light, and penetrated into the instincts of the Draenei people.

Outside the gathering place, seeing Velen and the five archbishops coming out to greet him, Marlad did not dare to neglect and hurried out to the team to report: "Sir Prophet, all 1,500 members of the Exploration Team returned safely. I will explain the details in the following report."

Velen nodded without objection, and his eyes were around Marlad, looking at the green-skinned creatures faintly surrounded in the team.

"What should we do with this group of strange races?"

Archbishop Maradal stepped forward and whispered: "Would you like to send them away directly? After all, we..."

"Not for now!"

Velen shook his head and rejected Maradal's proposal, sneered in the eyes of others: "Arranging the esoteric sacrificial priests and letting them select strong individuals from this group of green-skinned creatures. I want to know everything in the minds of these creatures!

As for you, Marlad, we will talk about your questions in the future! First, arrange for the personnel of the expedition team to disband, let them rest for a while, and return to their respective posts."

"It's Lord Prophet!" Marlad nodded and said, "I understand!"

...

Although they had only been away for a short month, the members of the exploration team felt as long as a year had passed. After returning to the gathering place, their usual vigilance disappeared without a trace. While relaxing, laughter and joy appeared on their faces unconsciously, especially after seeing their relatives and friends, this feeling became even more intense.

In contrast to them were the esoteric sacrificial sacrificial silenced to guard the green-skinned creatures. The secret order from the prophet Weilun, they were about to take out everything from the heads of these green-skinned people, whether it was useful or useless!

Although Ailly tried to stop the intervention of the esoteric priests, she was a small person who could not cause any storm in this situation and ended up leaving with worries and hatred. By the way, she felt a little dissatisfied with the others who made this decision.

Looking at the restless green creatures, especially their exposed sharp fangs, Bishop Niami couldn't help but shake his head: "What a group of uncivilized primitive creatures. They look so ugly and ferocious. The search team actually brought them back with confidence. Are those fools' heads all stones?"

"I can't answer you this question,"

The companion on the side echoed, "But their appearance is indeed a bit scary. Okay, Niami, hurry up and prepare to steal spells, don't let Archbishop Maradal be anxious!"

"The teacher is not in a hurry!" Niami pouted, "I bet he must be sitting somewhere in a daze now!" Niami, who said here, couldn't help but sigh: "I don't know what happened to the teacher recently. She always stared in daze if she had something to do. Once she almost hit the door."

"Maybe the Archbishop is thinking about some important issues!" The companion next to him said uncertainly, and then she sighed: " Speaking of which, I haven't seen Ishana and the others for a long time, and I don't know how they are now!"

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Thanks to the good atmosphere of the Draenei society, when we learn that the two hundred compatriots had disappeared, everyone threw it behind the scenes. The only part was just a little curious about it.

Among the curious people, Niami. Whenever she asked her teacher Maradal, the other party always smiled and said it was a secret. While Niami's curiosity continued to aggravate, she also felt a little dissatisfied with the teacher: I am your disciple, the so-called secret mission actually isolated me out, which is really annoying!

Thinking of this, Niami shook her head, threw away all the random thoughts in her mind, pointed at the only adult male among the green-skinned creatures, and said to the defender Knight on standby, "It's this, bring him out."

Looking at the blue-skinned creature walking towards him, especially the other party's bright armor and expressionless cheeks, Massamo felt calm, but when he noticed the figures of the women and children around him trembling in subconscious fear, a burst of sadness surged in his heart for some reason:

I got rid of the slavery of ogres, but in the end I couldn't get rid of the fate of becoming a slave in the hands of this strange race? Is this the fate of orcs for the rest of their lives?

No, this is not our destiny at all, orcs will never be slaves!

Thinking of this, Masamo burst into endless anger. Looking at the blue-skinned creature that stretched out his hands to grab, and looking at the worried gaze of his companions around him, he gathered all his strength and rushed towards the surprised defensive paladin, roaring angrily: "If you are not free, you would rather die! Lok'Tar           Ogar!"

Seeing the Paladin rushing towards Masamo's eyes full of anger, he was confused. He couldn't figure out what the green-skinned creature was going crazy. He just asked the other party to come out, how could it be like a life-and-death enemy.

But thinking about it all the time, this did not prevent him from taking countermeasures. Under his instinctive control, he leaned his left hand in front of him to stop Massamo's further action. His right hand clenched into a fist, and the steel gloves slammed the opponent's lower abdomen. Massamo's eyes rolled and finally fainted.

He shook his head speechlessly and spread his hands at the others. The Paladin grabbed the clothes on Massamo's back and lifted them up and took them away easily. As the people left, the women and children who were full of fear were left, and they were constantly comforting the children were staying here alone.

After carefully checking the tied ropes, the Paladin, who had repeatedly confirmed that Masama could not break free, then he nodded to the waiting Niami: After all, this kind of princess Niami, who looked vicious and violent, if it scared Niami, the little princess of the Secretariat priests, let alone what Archbishop Maradal would not say, his companions would also make him unable to bear it.

"Wake him up!"

Masamo, who was poured on his head by a basin of cold water, woke up from his coma. Before he could react to what had happened, Niami's hands were tightly pressed against his temple. In his subconscious eyes, Niami's eyes emitted endless silver light, and layers of light visible to the naked eye appeared from his eyes, and directly reflected into Masamo's pupils: "Let me change your mind!"

It was obviously a language that could not be understood, but it made Massamo feel great fear. In the horror, his pupils slowly dissipate, and distress and fatigue emerged from the depths of his body. A voice that could not be heard clearly kept recalling in his mind.

At the end, Massamo looked ahead with unconscious eyes, and his whole body became like a statue without any anger.

Niami, who had completed all this, stood up straight with satisfaction, clapped her hands and said to her left and right: "Okay, his mind is temporarily controlled by the spell, and his will can no longer resist the next thoughts to steal the spell! Nari, take the Shadow Crystal over, let us hurry up and complete the Archbishop's order as soon as possible!"

As Nari took out a black crystal gem from one of the rooms and put it on Masamo's head, Niami's whole expression became very serious. She took a deep breath, put her two palms together and alternated them, pressed them against Masamo's forehead, and then closed her eyes and sang a spell in a low voice.

A deep and pure black light emerged from Niami's palm. Under the gaze of the others in the room, the black light slowly eroded her hands.

When the black light completely covered the back of his hand, Niami's thumbs on both sides of his hands subconsciously diverted to ninety degrees. This action seemed to give the black light an indication, causing the darker and darker black light to shake. Then, it condensed two thin lines like it had consciousness, crawled out along Niami's two thumbs, and slowly crawled around the skin of Masama's head towards the back of his head.

After the black thin lines on both sides met and connected at the back of the head, Niami's fingers that were gathering together spread out again, revealing all eight fingers like an umbrella. The black light on the back of the hand changed together, and the eight black lines emerged from the eight fingers and crawled from the top of Massamo's head.

After all the black lines were connected together, the spell in Niami's mouth suddenly became rapid. Following the traces left by the black lines, black runes the size of fingernails emerged from the top of Massamo's head, emitting an unknown meaning in the alternating light and darkness.

The shadow crystal placed above the head before casting the spell slowly floated as the black rune rose. When it was about twenty centimeters above Massamo's head, he stopped rising and then suddenly emitted dark dark light.

The black runes originally floating in the air suddenly stopped changing at the moment when the dark light appeared, and then quickly gathered towards the shadow crystal like a swallow returning to the nest. As the runes merged, the dark light became larger and larger, and new runes were also emerging in a steady stream.

At the beginning of the rune's appearance, a new change appeared on Massamo's face, which was originally dull. His facial features were crowded together in pain, and as the rune continued to emerge, it became more and more ferocious, and his body began to shake violently.

In contrast, Niami, who is a spellcaster, was also not relaxed. Beads of sweat were constantly growing out of her forehead, and her brows slowly squeezed together. As Massamo's body shaking intensified, her face gradually turned pale.

In the end, Niami felt like she was fished out of the water, and her clothes were completely soaked in sweat. She suddenly opened her eyes, and she didn't have time to say anything, and she fainted on the ground with her eyes rolled.

In the room, people around them had never expected that this would happen, and they all rushed forward to look at Niami who was being picked up. They did not react until they saw a companion chanting a healing spell.

Then, the sacred energy representing healing and restoring mental and magic power kept flashing on Niami's body like she didn't have money. After waiting for a long time, Niami's face woke up from her coma with an unhealthy red rosy on her face.

Feeling the concerned gazes of the people around him, Niami suppressed her weakness and sat up from the ground with the help of her companions. He pointed to the Shadow Crystal that fell to the ground at some point, and said to Nari on the side: "Give the crystal to the Archbishop, don't let the Prophet and the others wait in a hurry!"
Chapter completed!