Soon, the image of a tall old man appeared in the beam of light emitted by the disk. He was wearing a set of solemn robes with red edges and white background, with several bright-colored gems on it. Although there was no hat on his head, it caused a stir.
What attracted people's attention was a bright dark blue rune. Even if it was just a virtual image transmission, everyone could still feel the vast and majestic divine power from it - obviously, this must be the Draenei prophet Wei.
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"Greetings to you, the respected master of Stormwind City, His Majesty the Lion King Wrynn!" Velen bowed slightly towards Varian, expressing respect for the de facto supreme leader of the alliance, "I am very happy that your majesty is willing to meet with Esso.
I think this should be the most worthy of celebration in recent months.”
Varian smiled and said: "The prophet is serious in his words. Stormwind City and I are willing to interact with any friendly race, and the Draenei are no exception."
"Thank you for your trust," Velen said. "Since Your Majesty is willing to communicate with me, I believe that the envoy has conveyed the will of the Draenei people to you... I wonder what your Majesty thinks of the Exodar's proposal to join the Alliance?"
Varian glanced at Havers and Regan, and seeing that neither of them expressed any objection, he replied cautiously: "Personally, I am naturally happy to see the nobles join the Alliance... After all, Stormwind City
Both have a common enemy with the Exodar: whether it is the Burning Legion or the Horde. But in the Alliance, I am not the only one in Stormwind City who has the final say. If His Majesty the Prophet wants to successfully achieve his goal, he must convince the leaders of the other tribes."
"It doesn't matter, we have always been optimistic about things," Velen heard the clear support in Varian's words and said with a smile, "The Holy Light has pointed out the way forward for its people, and
I also saw the flying lion-heart flag on this road. No matter what the final success or failure, the draenei people will faithfully follow this path."
Varian raised his eyebrows slightly: "Holy Light? May I ask Your Majesty the Prophet, is the main belief of the Draenei people also the Holy Light?"
"Oh, of course, didn't the envoy introduce it to you?" Velen was stunned. He had also specifically told the envoy to disclose this information to Varian, but he didn't expect that this guy would forget it as soon as he arrived in Stormwind City.
This time
As the former theocratic leader of the Eredar, Velen naturally understands the power of the same belief. In inter-racial interactions, many natural allies are formed because of the same belief, such as tauren and orcs who believe in shamanism, or those who are against each other.
Humans and dwarves all respect the Holy Light. Now half of the four races in the alliance have the Holy Light as their main belief, so the Draenei's appeal to join is definitely the best.
Velen didn't have time to scold the envoy for neglecting his duty, so he told Varian in detail how Draenei believed in the Holy Light.
When the Draenei had not yet left Argus, few of them believed in the Holy Light. Although there were evangelists of the Holy Light in the Eredar, there were only a handful of believers until Archimonde and Kil'jaeden surrendered.
The Burning Legion and Velen received help from the Naaru in panic, and after a series of events such as leading the Draenei to escape from Argus, the Holy Light gradually entered Velen and the others under the deliberate guidance of the Naaru.
Compared with the gorgeous and powerful arcane spells and the weird and vicious magic energy, the Holy Light undoubtedly has a natural advantage in soothing people's souls. At that time, the Draenei were also in a state of panic and helplessness, worrying about being hunted down by the Burning Legion all day long.
, so the Holy Light was easily accepted by the public, and Velen was also surprised to find that he could actually see certain things that could not be observed with the naked eye through the guidance of the Holy Light, or vaguely aware of what was coming soon.
Danger
It was by relying on the skills given by this holy light that he led his people to escape the pursuit of the Burning Legion again and again, and the name "Prophet" was also praised by the grateful Draenei at that time.
The Naaru who brought the knowledge of the Holy Light to the Delaneys also helped them and told the Delaney Prophet: There are other forces in the universe that dare to fight against the Burning Legion, and most of these forces believe in light and justice.
If we can unite with these kind-hearted races to form an invincible army of light, we will definitely defeat the Burning Legion in the near future and regain our former homeland of Argus.
It is precisely because of this belief that Velen has a great impression of the Alliance that believes in the Holy Light. Otherwise, with the low-key temperament of the draenei, they are likely to live in seclusion in Azeroth for hundreds of years.
Until the Burning Legion came to your door
"No wonder the messenger's gift box contained a very strong aura of holy light!" Regan thought to himself. At this moment, the other two discs around him suddenly shot out beams of light, revealing the figures of Tyrande and Magni.
——It seems that Darnassus and Ironforge have been basically taken care of by the Draenei, and what they owe now is just a cutscene.
"Wow, what a magical technology! Big man, we have agreed that you must give this thing to me!" A high-pitched voice came from Magni's image. It sounded like Big Man.
Craftsman Mekkatorque is no wonder. The dwarfs have been studying the technology for nearly half a year without success, and now they see the finished product right in front of them. It would be strange if this scientific madman didn't take the opportunity to loot a few.
"Ahem," Magni coughed twice and said, "I'm making everyone laugh. Meka has such an impatient temper, so no one is allowed to play with more advanced gadgets in front of him."
"Isn't it? The temper of the great craftsman has really not changed for more than ten years." In the light beam on the other side, Tyrande, who had not been seen for a long time, chuckled. Although it was just a holographic image, the charm in his frown and smile was still surprising.
the fall of
Seeing that several of the principals had appeared, Velen bowed slightly and said: "Dear King Magni, Tyrande Priest, Exodar Prophet Velen salutes you two, thank you for being so busy.
Take time out of your affairs to talk to me.”
"Congratulations to your Excellency and the people of the Exodar," Tyrande replied politely, while Magni waved his hand carelessly, "Come on, Lord Prophet, there is no need for too much red tape. Regarding you Draenei
I have no objection to joining the Alliance. After all, they are all races that believe in the Holy Light. No matter how bad they are, they can’t be any worse... Do you think this is true, Varian?"
The Storm King rubbed his nose and said nothing, obviously too lazy to pay attention to this thick-lined man.
Seeing that the dwarf king agreed to this matter so quickly, Tyrande couldn't help but complain a little in her beautiful eyes. She was cautious and wanted to get something out of Velen, but she didn't expect that both the dwarves and the humans
Everyone has agreed, and I can't be reserved any longer, so I said it after thinking about it.
"Since Magni and Varian have agreed to this matter, we night elves will naturally have no objections... But I have something to ask Lord Velen, and I hope you can tell me the truth."
Viren nodded and said: "This is natural. As long as I know about it, I will definitely not hide anything from the priest."
Tyrande thought for a moment and then asked: "When the Exodar crashed a few months ago, several of our Eagle Eagle Sentinels flew to the small island to check and found that this amazingly large aircraft actually had
There are traces of high elves' magic. According to your envoy, you flew directly from the world of Draenor to Azeroth. You have never had the opportunity to contact the high elves, so how can you use the magic they are good at?
Woolen cloth?"
"High Elf?" Everyone in the hall looked at Prophet Draenei in surprise, with no other emotions in their eyes. Obviously they didn't think Velen would hide anything. After all, manipulating such a simple matter would only underestimate him.
The IQ of others also lowers one's own style.
Velen's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded: "Indeed, the Exodar was not our spaceship before," the Draenei prophet paused, "its builder was the Naaru, the mentor of the Draenei."
"You may think that the Exodar is very big, but in fact it is just part of the inter-dimensional spacecraft used by the Naaru to travel in the universe. It once carried the Naaru to appear in Argus and saved those who did not want to fall.
The lives of all Draenei, and then took us across countless worlds, escaping the pursuit of the Burning Legion again and again."
Varian asked curiously: "How come only part of such a great ship is left now? Where are the rest of it?"
"They are still in Draenor," Velen replied. "Since the orcs were corrupted by the Burning Legion, most of our surface cities were destroyed by them, and not many people fled to the outlying areas of Draenor.
, others followed me back to Naaru's ship to avoid the orcs whose air force is not yet very powerful."
"What we didn't expect was that after just a few years of peaceful life, another group of unidentified invaders came here," the Delaney prophet recalled, "They have pointed ears and handsome faces.
, and the magic power is particularly powerful. Their appearance looks similar to that of the Tyrande priests, but their skin is pure white."
"High Elf?" Tyrande and Regan asked at the same time.
"No, they don't call themselves that," Velen slowly shook his head, "When their leader led his troops to attack the Naaru flagship, I heard them calling themselves blood elves..."
At this moment, everyone in the hall fell silent, with an incredible taste in their eyes.
"Damn it, it can't be that sick prince!" Magni muttered, but no one answered his question
Seeing that no one interrupted him, Velen continued: "Compared to the fallen orcs, these blood elves who are well versed in the power of arcane magic have no problem flying. They quickly attacked our ship and captured all the guards.
After all the slaughter, we finally managed to recapture part of the hull with the help of the Naaru, and were able to escape from Draenor and come here..."
After the Delaney Prophet finished speaking, several leaders fell into deep thought, because the amount of information contained in his words was so huge... so much that several leaders questioned their decision to send troops.
"Okay, let's save these problems for later," Magni broke the silence with a loud voice, "Now we have at least solved one thing!"
Seeing everyone looking at him in confusion, the dwarf king laughed and said: "A trustworthy new ally, isn't it?