"That's not the case! Alfonso, don't be deceived by these Draenei. Although as far as we can see, there are less than 1,000 soldiers capable of fighting, but I can be sure that apart from Teledor, they have

There must be other strongholds in Draenor...otherwise it wouldn't explain why the undead didn't attack them. Obviously, they still have the power to protect themselves and even fight back!"

"But they are definitely unable to help the Alliance... Our mission has been considered a failure."

Although it has been less than 2 days since arriving in Teledor, the dwarves who are experienced in war have already seen the current situation of the draenei... As for the local situation in Teledor, Kurdran had to conclude

A disappointing conclusion.

The Draenei here are completely unable to spare the effort to support the Alliance. Even if the Alliance officially plans to stay in the world of Draenor, they will probably have to support these Draenei refugees in turn.

"Oh, Mr. Kurdran, please come with me. The prophet has just returned to Teledor and he wants to summon you."

A Draenei priest wearing a sacrificial robe quickly walked up to the drunken dwarves. She frowned and glanced at the two drunken dwarves, and said in a very unskilled common language:

"Do the guests need to take a rest first?"

"Little girl, don't worry!"

Kurdran laughed and stood up, drank the last sip of wine, wiped his beard stained by wine, patted his chest and said:
Chapter completed!