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Almost in the next second, Durotan was about to step forward, grab Ligora by the collar, and pull him in front of him. The Frostwolf Chief resisted the urge, and he just glared at Ligora with disbelief.

I believe Draka is the same as him.

The Iron Horde captured his brother and his most trusted shaman.

"That's absolutely true, Chief."

Durotan jumped off the back of his mount Zhuye and strode towards his tent. He was trying his best to control his anger.

"Durotan?"

"I'm going to save them."

"You know we can't do it now." Draka's voice was so kind, but also very cruel.

Not to mention attacking the Iron Horde, the clan is now struggling in its own territory. The Blade Tower Ogres have blocked the only way out of Frostfire Ridge. The Thunder God clan is eyeing Vo'gall again. They can't do it and can only accept the reality.

.

Draka put his hand on Durotan's face and helped him wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. "May the spirit of the elements bless them, Durotan. We must find a way to get through this dark era."

Intuition tells Durotan that he cannot do it alone. The Iron Tribe captured Drek'Thar and Jarnar, which is equivalent to breaking his arms. Can the Frostwolf clan still stop the Iron Horde?

"Draca, if I had..."

Upon hearing Durotan's tone, Draka's expression suddenly changed. Instead of being cordial, she was replaced by a look of indifference. She abruptly interrupted her husband: "Don't say such things, especially don't let other people hear it."

Hesitation appeared in Durotan's eyes, in contrast to his wife's determination.

"Don't regret your decision, my dear. You made the right choice. The Frostwolves will never be slaves."

If Durotan can get anything from his lover besides comfort at this moment, it must be confidence. He reached out and held Draka's little hand, "Thank you, ancestor, for still staying with me."

"Speaking of ancestors, do you still remember the prophecy that Drekthassa left behind before she disappeared?"

The fate of the Frostwolf clan is in the hands of two outsiders.

Durotan's heart skipped a beat.

"I remember, he said. But we have been searching Frostfire Ridge for several days and found nothing."

"Perhaps those two destined people are not in Frostfire Ridge, but somewhere else."

If this is the case, then Durotan will not pin the fate of the clan entirely on a prophecy. If the prophecy is true, that would be great, but if those two people are not there, the Frostwolf clan will have to rely entirely on itself.

…

Auchindoun, the holy tomb of the Draenei, where the souls of the dead will rest in this tomb of the Holy Light. Archbishop Maladar was appointed as the administrator of this place by the prophet Velen. For hundreds of years, he has visited the center every day

The palace. This is not a requirement, but in his eyes it has become a routine.

In the past few months, there have been more and more souls in Auchindoun. Even the most ordinary guards can feel this. On the one hand, Maladar is relieved that those souls can finally return to Auchindoun. On the other hand, Maladar

, he is also worried about the increase in the number of victims.

Staring at the spire at the top of the palace and the moat surrounding the outer perimeter, Maladar stopped and turned his head to look behind him.

The visitor is a city gate guard.

"Archbishop Maladar, Telmo's guard captain Restalan wants to see you."

Telmor is located south of Auchindoun, and the two places are not far apart. But what made Restalan leave his post and come to the place under his jurisdiction? Maladar was curious.

"Please let him come to see me."

Unlike Maladar, who wears robes, Restalan is entirely covered in armor and carries a huge sword behind his back.

"There is good news, Archbishop." Restalan couldn't help but said before he came up to him.

Maladar felt a little relaxed. He hadn't seen such an excited expression on a Delaney's face for a long time. "What is it, guard captain?" He thought that since Restalan came to report it in person, then the news

It must be important.

"Do you remember the message that Prophet Velen sent the rangers a few days ago?"

There have been too many things recently, and Maladar is a little overwhelmed. However, Prophet Velen's instructions have always been very important. Even if he cannot complete the relevant tasks, Maladar still remembers it. "We are looking for two people? Death and life."

The Archbishop blinked because he saw a smile on Restalan's face.

"Do you have any news about these two people?"

"I rushed here as soon as I found out."

Maladar immediately pulled Restalan towards a bench beside the road and invited him to sit down.

"Tell me quickly."

"Just yesterday, a hunting team from Telmo encountered an attack by saber-tooth tigers outside?"

"Attack?" Maladar's tone dropped almost immediately. Talador may seem peaceful, but in fact there are many dangers lurking there. "How are the casualties?"

"No, there were no casualties." Restalan shook his head, "They were rescued, and the person who rescued them was the person the prophet was looking for."

A wave of excitement rushed through Maladar's back. He stood up and quickly asked: "How to confirm your judgment?"

"describe."

"describe?"

"Yes." Restala nodded, "The description of them by the returning hunting team."

"Okay, tell me what they look like." Maladar asked with interest.

The captain of the guard told the archbishop exactly what happened in the hunting team, and added: "They were a man and a woman. The man was powerful and looked scary. The woman was somewhat... sacred and knew healing spells.

.And none of them are draenei."

Alien species? Maladar was not surprised by this, because the draenei were not native to this world.

"Where are they now?" Maladar decided to meet these two people in person.

"They did not follow the hunting party back to Telmo, but it is certain that they are still in Talador."

The world of Draenor is composed of land areas with different styles. Talador is completely under the control of the draenei. There are no orc clans here, only a small number of ogres and sabertooth tigers. Maybe there are

The arakkoa, that kind of bird-humanoid creature, are good at hiding, but they still can't escape the detection of the draenei rangers.

"Ristara, I haven't heard any news about the arrival of unknown races in Talador until now. Do you know what this means?"

The guard captain nodded in understanding, "This shows that those two people have strong anti-reconnaissance capabilities. But please don't worry, Archbishop, I will do my best to find them."
Chapter completed!