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The flames of the Life-Binder can bring new life or destruction. At this moment, Alexstrasza pursed her lips into a hard thin line. Her appearance made the Khajiit people obviously a little wary. As the Red Dragon Queen

The shadow behind them was elongated and gradually formed the outline of some giant creature. They knew that the person in front of them was something they could not defeat no matter what.

This group of predators was destined to gain nothing today. At the same time, they lost many companions. Thanks to them being rational creatures, they also knew how to retreat. They disappeared into the jungle before Alexstrasza launched her next attack.

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Nathanos pushed the body in front of him hard and said dissatisfied: "I told you to wait for me."

"I didn't promise that I would do what you said." The Red Dragon Queen walked up to him and wiped the blood off his face. "And I think you need my help."

The Withered One turned his head. "Probably, but I'm almost done with it, and I can do it with ease." He hasn't given up complaining in his heart.

"You know who I am. Why aren't you willing to let me get involved in the fight?"

Upon hearing this, Nathanos almost gritted his teeth and turned away. Alexstrasza suppressed her smile and walked forward to check on the situation of the draenei.

In the hunting team, the first member to be attacked lay in the arms of a Draenei woman. Blood dripped from the hands covering her arms. His life force was being exhausted. His skin had turned light blue.

Abnormal color. There is almost no rise and fall in his chest. Maybe it won't be long before he passes away. The woman closest to him should be his family. At this moment, she is holding his head with both hands and begging him to persevere with tears.

live.

"The withering of life always makes people sad." Alexstrasza murmured.

The Delaney hunting team had noticed this beautiful lady approaching and looked at her expectantly, hoping that she could save this companion.

The Red Dragon Queen nodded to indicate that she would do so, and the flames ignited in her hands again, but compared to the flames that attacked the saber-tooth tigers before, this fire did not emit any dangerous heat waves.

Gently remove the hand on the wound, and the flame touches the bloody wound, sending out a warm flow of heat, making the dying person feel refreshed. The breath of life, a new beginning. The drama of this Delaney's wound

The pain subsided and was replaced by substantial calm. The bleeding on the arm had stopped. The skin once again shone with a healthy luster. The slight sound of breathing made people cry with joy.

He opened his eyes and looked at the faces crowding around him - there were two people he was unfamiliar with - and people he was familiar with looked at him with surprise and joy.

"Thank you," the draenei woman said. The Life-Binder smiled back.

"We cannot stay here." Nathanos' words caused Alexstrasza's confusion. Moreover, the Blighter said it in human language.

"Why? We should seek their help now and meet their leader as soon as possible."

Nathanos took the Red Dragon Queen's hand and walked aside, "They are just civilians and can't help us with anything. And asking them to take us to the Draenei city will make the Draenei bishops doubt our motives.

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"We can explain."

"You may be able to, but I can't. You know I..." Nathanos opened his arms and deliberately showed his body. "If the naaru regard me as a threat, I might even be placed under house arrest."

And you will not sit still and wait for death. There will be conflicts with the Draenei, and there will even be casualties. Alexstrasza nodded. But she was confused, why did Nathanos not smell of death? He just looked like

He's just a dead person.

The Forgotten King turned to the draenei behind him. They all had injuries more or less on their bodies, except for the child, who was protected by adults and had only some stains on his face.

"Leave this place immediately and go back to your homes," Nathanos said.

Seeing that he could actually speak the language of the Draenei, the members of the hunting team were a little surprised. The eldest among them was the first to nod, with gratitude shining in his eyes.

Watching them leave, Alexstrasza always felt that she had missed a good opportunity. The Draenei are gentle in nature, and the Holy Light they believe in is also kind. And their leader Velen, the prophet should not think

They came from another world and were imprisoned. At most, they would only be expelled.

"What should we do next?"

"We must wait patiently. There should be many draenei in this place who are worthy of our help. Through them, Velen may notice us."

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Frostfire Ridge is full of dangers, and living here is far more difficult than people expect. As the chief of the clan, Durotan knows this very well.

In the past, the only people on Frostfire Ridge who could threaten the survival of the Frostwolf clan were the ogres of Blade Tower Fortress. But now, there is another powerful enemy.

The Frostwolf clan is one of the two orc clans that did not respond to the call of the Iron Horde. The other one is the Laughing Skull clan. The two are not allies, they can only be regarded as sharing the same fate. Durotan still remembers the day when the Iron Horde envoy arrived, the Warsong clan's

Chieftain Hellscream extended an invitation to him.

Most of the orc clans have been unified, and the orcs will gather together to form a new tribe.

The civilization of the orcs will make great progress. For example, bows and arrows are no longer needed for hunting, and fires are no longer needed for heating.

They will wage war and conquer the world.

When Durotan heard the first two messages, his heart moved, but the last words of the messenger made him decisively reject Grommash's invitation. From that moment on, the Frostwolf Chief realized that they had been involved in the war.

Surrender or be destroyed. These were the last words of the Iron Horde envoy before leaving.

When Durotan and his wife Draka went back to join their tribe, night had fallen. The blue flags of the Frostwolves were planted all over their home, Vogol, tearing in the cold wind.

They spent a period of time almost as long as this snow-capped mountain, living in the far north, far away from other clans, and faced various challenges with pride and strength.

"Still no news about Drek'Thar and Janar?" Durotan asked in the calmest voice possible, but to others, he sounded like he was yelling.

Today he and Draka went out on a special mission together. He hoped to hear some good news when he came back. But seeing the solemn look on his best scout Ligora's face, he thought he was going to be disappointed, but he went

Got an even worse fact.
Chapter completed!