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"Did you reveal the whole story of the matter to Villen?"

Nathanos was not surprised to hear Alextasa's doubts, he stood in front of the window and stared at the stars.

"Do you think he will believe it?"

"It's a bet, I hope he believes us, and if he ends up treating us as lunatics, we can only look for other help."

This is also the reason why he led the bishop's parliament and talked to Veron alone. Others would think he was talking nonsense, but the prophet might have different ideas.

"Why don't we try to change our thinking? So far, we have not heard anything about Gromash Hellscream's son, that is, Garrosh must have concealed his own identity and only provided his tribe with advanced knowledge to gain recognition."

Nathanos turned around and saw Alextasa sitting on the edge of the bed, dignified and elegant, as if he was mentally prepared and calmly faced the coming storm.

"If I were Viren, I would not believe the statement for no reason, but would look for evidence that proves the truth or falsehood of the statement."

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The moon hangs high above his head, and the stars shine. Under their praise-like illumination, the Prophet Veren wanders alone on the streets of Aukington, recalling, scrutinizing, and circulating, trying to find flaws or conspiracy in Nathanos's words. But he must admit that the other party's statement is impeccable in both logic and content. The only problem is that it is a bit ridiculous. People from the future have returned to the past and changed history.

Orcs will be enslaved by demons, Draenei will be slaughtered by orcs, and Draenei will become a broken world... All kinds of terrible prophecies made Viren seem to have grown a lot of years old all of a sudden.

These are dangerous remarks, so when Akkama asked him what his conversation with Nathanos, he made excuses and said he needed rest time.

What worries him the most was the last sentence Nathanos said: None of these happened now, but history will not change, it is just a matter of time.

Time matter. Veren looked down at the land beneath his feet. Delaney had lived in Delano for hundreds of years. They finally built their homes here. No one was willing to lose everything at the moment.

"prophet?"

Chief Ranger Nari appeared behind him at some point, and she didn't even hear footsteps. Villen truly praised the archbishop's ability.

Neri was very concerned about Viren's situation and was worried that the pale-skinned guy would have any bad effects on Delaney's supreme leader.

"Nairi."

"Prophet, you seem to have something to worry about. Did that stranger bring you trouble?" Nari had guessed a little, and her intuition had always been keen.

"He is the one who prophesied by Kwure."

"Prophet, I have no intention of questioning Naru's wisdom, but..."

"But you are already questioning," said Villen with a bitter smile, his blue eyes narrowing wittically, "Speak your doubts, my old friend. Your words are always valuable to me."

Neri sighed, "I have checked all the information. In our records, there is never a racial record of those two people. Draenor has not, nor has he seen it in other worlds..."

‘We came from a world called Azeroth, and thirty-five years later.’ When Villen asked about Nathanos’s origin, that was the answer.

"We cannot believe them for no reason. It is about Delaney's fate. They saved our hunting squad and we should thank them. But cooperation is another matter. Even if the Iron Tribe is our common enemy, it does not mean that we are friendly and friendly allies, or enemies."

Weiren nodded in agreement, "Your suspicion is not unreasonable, but they have revealed their true identity." The prophet revealed part of the conversation to Neri. After hearing this, the dark clouds on his face dispersed.

"Did you pass through a world called Azeroth during our long years of exile?"

Nari's eyes lit up and then dimmed. "No, I've never had this world."

This is impossible to verify! Weiren frowned, "Do you think this is credible?"

"Why should we struggle with unproven questions? Since the two strangers claim to be enemies of the Iron Tribe, what should they have? Have they explained it, Prophet?"

Viren almost immediately remembered a name, a name that was mentioned many times by Nathanos and Alextasa.

"Garrosh Hellscream."

"What?" Nari blinked,

"Garrosh Hellscream. This is the name of an orc."

"Prophet, Hellscream is the surname of the chief of the War Song clan, and his name is Gromash."

"No, no, that's not the case!" Veren shook his head excitedly, "I want to ask, is there an orc named Garrosh in the Iron Tribe?"

The chief ranger was very puzzled why the elder in front of him suddenly changed the subject. She and Viren looked at each other for a while and slowly answered truthfully: "Yes, there is such an orc. We just got the news that the War Song clan had a new commander named Garrosh."

Villen gasped, his eyes widened and placed a pale hand on his friend's shoulder, "Is this news reliable?"

"Absolutely reliable, and the rangers also conducted some investigations on Garrosh and found that there was no such person in the War Song clan before. He seemed to appear out of thin air."

Then there is no problem. Villen was stunned and appeared out of thin air? That is to say, this person is also an outsider to the War Song clan, and Gromash is willing to hand over his clan to him. The meaning contained in this shocked him, and he slowly moved his eyes away from Neri's body.

"Blessed by the Holy Light."

"Prophet, is there any problem with the new governor of the War Song clan?"

He is the son of Gromash, who comes from the future thirty-five years later. He wants to change the fate of orcs, and he is the reason why the Steel Tribe appears.

"He is a terrible enemy."

Neri was shocked. Since she knew Villen, the Prophet had only used the word "enemy" to the Burning Legion. Now, an orc has received the same title.

"I need to talk to them again immediately. You are with me this time." The conversation with Nathanos had just ended for only a few hours. But Viren suddenly felt that several days had passed. His consciousness was blaming himself for wasting precious time.

"I?"

"Yes," Villen looked at Neri with a serious expression, "I think he needs your help, too."
Chapter completed!