Biquge

The strong wind blew, and the bitter northeastern wind blew out from the ocean of the endless sea, sweeping quickly in Durothal.

The loose robe flew in the wind, and strong legs and solid hooves clutched the ground lightly.

Weilun looked into the distance with his eyes, looking at this desolate red land.

This is a strange world. After wandering for so many years, they have once again come to a world.

As a person who has lived for tens of thousands of years and has a long life, a world cannot arouse his feelings.

Over the years, he has seen too many worlds. In the entire universe, many worlds have left his footprints.

After a long time, he withdrew his gaze and looked at the spaceship that had half its body broken.

The spacecraft was covered with scars, and most of the purple crystals were damaged. Some amethyst was covered with cracks, and the hazy light that should have emitted on it has lost its former glory.

It is called Essoda, a storm fortress with powerful satellite structures, a spacecraft that can navigate in the twisted void. It is the life of the Delaney people. It saved the endangered Delaney people more than once, allowing them to escape the trap again and again.

It is no longer their tool, but their most reliable and loyal companion.

With his hooves swinged, Viron walked towards Essoda step by step.

Looking at the busy Draenei man, a faint smile hung on Velen's face.

The snow-white beard was shaking, a brand new world. Not only Viron was happy, but other Delaneys were happy too.

Essoda can achieve self-sufficiency and meet the survival requirements of the Delaney people, but above Essoda, you can never see the sky, you cannot feel the strong wind, and the sea that constantly rolls up waves.

"Enemy attack!" A sharp alarm sounded.

Buzz!!!!!!

Essoda made a huge sound, which attracted Viron's attention, and a black dian was hovering in the sky.

That was not a beast. Virgin instantly gave a definition in his heart.

The wild beasts are not so agile and deliberately avoid distance.

"It's an orc, and the beast riding is an orc on it." A loud roar rang and rang not far away.

It immediately triggered a chain reaction, and roars one after another kept coming out in Essoda.

As he tightened his hands, a cold light appeared in Viron's eyes.

He is a peace-loving person. He has been working hard with this goal throughout his long life.

But he hated the orc in his heart.

In his long life, there were many orcs I remembered, but the only ones that really left a deep impression on him were that there were only two orcs, Durotan and Orgrim.

I remember those two young, full of vitality and eager for honor.

At that time, Weilun was full of favor for the two of them and warmly treated them. But their reward was the real reason why Weilun remembered them.

Tymore, a city of the Draenei people, was the first city of Delaney to entertain orcs, and the first city to be destroyed by orcs.

Durotan personally killed his savior and led the Frost Wolf clan to flatten this beautiful and peaceful city.

Flashes of memories circling in Veeron's mind.

"How is Esorda's repair done?" The appearance of the orc gave Veerun a bad premonition, and the pleasure of discovering the new world disappeared completely.

After coming to Essoda, he asked to a Delaney man.

The Draenei man who was questioned by Viron was taller than Viron, with a strong body and heavy armor.

The armor is not bright. If you look closely, you can see clearly that there are some fine cracks on the armor.

This is a broken armor, an armor that has not been repaired for a long time.

"The restoration work has been going on, and it is not going well. We lack resources," the Draenei man said in a low tone after saluting Velon.

"Yes, we lack resources," Viron stretched out his arm, patted his palms on the Draenei's shoulders, and continued; "Hold on, at least let our partners fly for a short time,"

"Yeah," the Draenei man dianed his head.

He also heard the roar just now. There were orcs here, proving the danger here.

Those bloodthirsty orcs are enemies they hate, but they are also enemies they cannot compete with.

He clenched his fist tightly, then slowly let go, and he began to continue commanding the repair work.

The lives of the Draenei people are extremely long. They are another long-lived race. Compared with the high elves or night elves, as well as the dwarves and other long-lived races, the Draenei people have a longer life span.

Weilun, he has a lifespan of tens of thousands of years. He has existed since the Burning Legion was formed in ancient times, and now it has swept the universe.

No one has yet to count how many years the Delaney people can live, but from the Delaney people still see the old and dead people from their own records, knowing that their lifespan is limited.

The war between the Draenei people and the orcs has been over twenty years, and it has been a generation against the orcs.

The younger generation of orcs have long forgotten, and the older generation of orcs have not been so impressed.

But for the long-lived Draenei, in more than twenty years, he only had a short moment to replace the algorithms of orcs and humans, at most a few months or a year.

Hate, every Draenei man was full of hatred for the orcs.

"Those damn green-skinned beasts are chasing us. This time we will not retreat. We will fight and fight with them," a Draenei man stood tall and shouted loudly at his tribe.

His fingers kept pointing at the hovering black dian in the sky, calling on his tribe members again.

Weilun looked at this scene, rolled his slender tail and his hooves moved. He walked over with big strides.

Don't look at him as old as he is, but his body is still strong and his voice is extremely loud, instantly covering up the shouts of other Draenei people.

"My tribe, the crisis has come again,"

"Orcs. This ignorant and vicious race, they are above the sky, and soon their army will come and tell me what are your choices for the tribesmen?"

Fight! Fight! Fight!!!

A series of wild shouts continued to gather together, forming a deafening roar.

The golden holy light appeared on Viron's body, and formed a light under his feet.

"No, for our escape, the tribesmen made countless sacrifices in exchange for our survival."

"Ten thousand years ago, a race called Ereda was born. They are extremely intelligent races. They have a natural close connection with magic. With these talents, they have built a huge and magical kingdom."

"The rich and beautiful empire has quietly developed. After countless years, they have evolved into three leaders, for the sake of strength and knowledge. Two of them chose to betray them, and they threw themselves into the arms of Sargeras. They were transformed into demons, and some people were unwilling to be huge and evil creatures, so they chose to leave, and they called themselves the Draenei people,"

"For thousands of years, the Draenei people have been constantly hunted down by the Burning Legion of Sargeras, and have been forced to flee from worlds again and again. The tribesmen have been constantly dying, but they have never lost hope,"

"Because they firmly believe that they are the continuation of race, and with them, races will not become extinct."

"We want to live, not only for ourselves, but for the dead tribe, for Delaney," raised his hands high, and Viron shouted loudly.

"For Draenei!"

"For Draenei!"

"For Draenei!"

The firm shouts sounded one after another, and a look of pain appeared in Weilun's eyes. Looking at his tribe members, he didn't know how many tribe members he had could successfully escape this time.

For thousands of years, the group of people who followed him to escape have not been dead to this day.

As long-lived races, they should not have died, but their lives were deprived of by bloody battles.

And there are very few new generations of Delaney people.

The Delaney people are now on the verge of extinction.

Like all long-lived races, the Draenei are also poor in childbirth.

In normal times, many new tribes were not born in a year.

In the world of Drano, it was the longest time for the Drano people to cultivate and survive. The first time the number of tribe members was reproduced to six figures, and everything was developing in a better direction.

But after the First World War, the Draenei suffered a heavy blow. Not only did they throw away all this long-term reproduction, but they also paid a lot of money.

From more than 100,000 people to more than 30,000 people left now.

War, the two words are like the death talisman in his heart. He dare not fight, nor can he fight. Just these tribesmen, if they fight, the Delaneys will be exterminated.

Looking at the direction where the orcs left in the sky, Viron felt in pain.

This time the Draenei people really entered the abyss.

"Kiljaden," Villon whispered in a low voice.

At this time, he remembered the man who cared about himself like a brother before Sargeras appeared.

Fate, from today to an unpredictable dangerous area, no one knows the future of the Delaney people.

No, maybe the bronze dragons who were hiding in the Cave of Time and even the Burning Legion invaded, and they had no reaction to it, knowing how the future timeline changed.

The Kalimdo continent was shocked and spread rapidly in the Azeroth world, shaking all those who received the news. It will not be continued

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