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'The atmosphere of Draenor is filled with steel. K'urei, I need your guidance.'

In a distant place, the existence deep in Oshugu, the Naaru known as K'ure, made a pleasant melody.

Viren lowered his head deeply and continued to meditate.

'The Draenei need your help, the great naaru. Not long ago, a divided race united and became stronger. But unfortunately this is not good news. Its rise has brought frightening darkness. I

Seeking your guidance. I pray you, if you still care about those who follow you, please give me guidance now.'

'Death...life.'

K'urei's voice entered Velen's mind, but it no longer solved the prophet's doubts as before.

'Cure?'

‘Go in search of death and life.’ Naaru reminded again. Velen was confused. Holy light, what does this mean?

'They...have arrived.'

K'urei's guidance was so brief and confusing. Before Velen could ask further questions, the mental handover between him and the Naaru was over.

The Prophet was very worried about K'urei's situation, and he couldn't help but suspect that the rise of the Iron Horde had indirectly affected the Naaru.

…

When Archbishop Akama hesitantly walked to Velen, the latter was immersed in meditation. Velen was kneeling on one knee in the central courtyard of the Karabor Temple. The vegetation here was lush, and the air was increasingly filled with the fragrance of flowers.

There are comfortable benches around the circular pool. The water in the pool flows gurglingly, and the branches and leaves of the trees sway with the breeze, making soft sounds. The peaceful and quiet scene in the garden is a good place for meditation.

For a long time, the draenei have lived in their own city without any worries. They talked with the naaru, a glorious creature with a special physical form. The naaru taught them, traveled with them, and saw many worlds.

Then tell them some prophecies to prepare for the coming disaster.

"Prophet," Akama said, not wanting to disturb Velen. His voice sounded very soft, just to test whether Velen was willing to listen to him.

"What is it, Akama?"

After receiving the reply, Akama began to report the latest bad news: "Another stronghold was attacked by the Iron Horde, in Gorgrond."

Velen slowly opened his eyes. In addition to being old, he was also sad. "I know," he said. After a second pause, he turned around and asked, "Are there any survivors?"

"If you just ask if they survived, then yes, most of them did, but they were all held captive."

Viren sighed and shook his head, his white hair swaying slightly with his movements.

The orcs' attack on the draenei began many months ago. Their attack was not without reason. Velen sent many rangers, and the reports they reported back showed that the orcs were opening a portal, which required a lot of manpower.

Many captured draenei were used as one of them.

Akama's thick fingers touched the war hammer hanging on his waist, "What should we do? Many people have been captured. Now there are only sporadic strongholds. It won't be long before they will definitely focus on our city.

"He means fight.

Velen lowered his gaze, pain written on his face. Because he knew that Akama was right to worry, and it was very likely to happen. They really couldn't sit still and wait for death, but the problem was that they could defeat the Iron Horde.

In the past, the draenei could still rely on their rich technological advantages to resist the orcs. But various circumstances show that the orcs' weapons have been improved unprecedentedly. They first had heavy weapons such as tanks and artillery, and then not long after, the sea

Their steel warships appeared.

"How is the situation in Nagrand?" Velen asked. "How are the ogres in Highmaul?"

"It's a pity that they surrendered."

"Although I had expected it," Velen said with a bitter smile, his blue eyes narrowed humorously, flashing with surprise, "but it was too fast, the ogre surrendered so quickly."

Velen knows that the nature of the orcs is to pursue glory, and glory often comes from fighting. Ogres are the old enemies of the orcs, so they will be the first targets to be defeated. But what happens after that? A war will only make the orcs'

Ambition is growing. How many civilizations are left on Draenor that are worth conquering? As of now, only the draenei and the arakkoa of Arak Peak are left.

The Archbishop sighed, "Did Naaru give us guidance?" he said.

Perhaps at this time, only the naaru can make the draenei feel at ease.

Velen straightened up and turned his head to look at Akama. When he looked at him, the Archbishop only saw confusion. The prophet replied: "Yes, but... I don't know the meaning."

"What is it?"

"Cure told me to seek death and life."

Akama stared at Velen's face in stunned silence, blinking, "What does this mean? Didn't K'ure give some more hints? Death and life, does the Naaru mean to let us put ourselves to death and live?"

Are we going to experience another destruction and then escape to other planets?"

If this were the case, then Velen would not want to follow this instruction. Draenor is different from other worlds. In the past endless years, he and his people suffered from wandering and traveled many times before arriving in Draenor.

It has survived here for hundreds of years. Velen loves Draenor, and many draenei love it here. They have built so many glorious achievements on this planet: Karabor, Auchindoun, Shattrath, Telmor...

…

"Maybe K'urei is referring to two people. They represent death and life." Velen expressed his understanding, which was also the result of his long meditation. "Akama, have the rangers found such people recently?

?”

"To be honest, I don't know what kind of person can represent death and life. Moreover, the rangers' current task is to monitor every move of the Iron Tribe. We are already at our wits' end."

"No, we must send someone to find it. Naaru's guidance is our only salvation now."

A fleeting doubt flashed across Akama's face, but he still nodded in agreement: "Okay, I will contact the rangers everywhere. But what if they can't find the person you are referring to? For the Iron Tribe, do we

Should there be a backup plan?"

Velen placed a wrinkled hand on his friend's shoulder. "Of course. Orcs and draenei will never coexist as distantly but friendly as they once were. There is only war between us.

Although we try to find a path to peace, the Iron Horde sees the draenei as an obstacle. We have no choice. Prepare Shattrath, Telmor, and Auchindoun.
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