Remember [New] in a second! After Delaney's fleeing spaceship Genidaer unfortunately crashed into Draenor, Prophet Velen could only lead his tribe to build a new home in this strange world when the spaceship could not be repaired.

Draenor does not have Azeroth's planetary defense circle. In order to avoid high-profile actions that attract the attention of the Burning Legion, Velen has repeatedly emphasized that the Council of Bishops should try to exercise restraint when facing the provocations of the natives of Draenor.

From the perspective of the overall situation, Velen's approach cannot be miscalculated.

But the orcs are a race that worships the strong, and only when you show your strength, they will give you respect and awe.

Velen had his own considerations, but unfortunately ruled out the correct answer, and chose to endure the threat of orcs time and time again.

It cannot be said that the tragedies that Draenei encountered in the follow-up were entirely Velen's fault, but his wrong decision-making did fuel the arrogance of the orcs.

The war between the two clans was almost one-sided from the very beginning. First, Osar betrayed and assassinated Archbishop Hataru, and then was taken away by a wave of orcs who drank the blood of the devil.

One wrong step, one wrong step, and Velen, who lost his chance, has been calculated to death by Kil'jaeden's conspiracy, and is in a passive and beaten situation the whole time.

If it weren't for the Legion of the Holy Light leading the spaceship to rescue at a critical moment, Velen would have fallen into the hands of Kil'jaeden long ago.

At the moment, Velen is staying safely on the spaceship and thinking about the next step, but the group of draenei refugees led by Maladar are not so at ease.

After finally avoiding the pursuit of the orcs, there is such a rare pure land.

First, the Blood Ring clan arrived, and then a great battle broke out because the Alliance Expeditionary Force chased them here.

Finally, when the Blood Ring clan was annihilated and the expeditionary army left, before they could breathe a sigh of relief, another huge monster suddenly fell from the sky.

The two scouts who were restrained by Sharlayan and Valeera were like frightened birds, completely lacking the calmness that scouts should have.

However, given the current state of the Draenei, it would be strange to find a suitable candidate for scouting. After all, their Ranger Archbishop Nelly has disappeared.

"You...you..."

"Calm down, we have no malicious intentions."

Sharlayan stood on tiptoe and patted the shoulder of the male draenei scout, comforting him in broken orcish language.

The other party's terrified expression made Sharlayan very speechless.

The height of the draenei is similar to that of the tauren, and their appearance looks rather mighty, which is in stark contrast to their timid demeanor at this time.

The two scouts finally calmed down after the ferocious giant beast turned back into a charming and beautiful girl.

"We can't make the decision, we can only inform the archbishop first, this..."

"Sharlayan, my name is Sharlayan Deep Shadow."

Sharlayan still maintained a friendly smile and introduced himself to the three of them.

"I can understand your difficulties, please feel free, we can patiently wait for Archbishop Maladar's reply here."

The older scout breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you for your understanding... Larry! What are you waiting for, go and inform the Archbishop!"

"Ah... yes!"

The young scout named Larry ran into the Auchenai Crypt in no time. He had been waiting for his colleague's words for a long time, and rushed out as soon as he got the order.

Leaving him alone to face the three aliens, the older draenei scout's muscles tensed up, and his expression began to become flustered again.

"Take it easy and relax."

Sharlayan raised his hands and took a few steps back, randomly found a stone pillar in the ruins and sat down.

"Let's have a chat while your colleague is back, just to get to know each other better."

…

"High...elf?"

In the depths of the Auchenai Crypt, a haggard male draenei in plain priestly robes turned around suspiciously.

He is the only surviving Archbishop of the Draenei at this stage, Maladar.

The so-called soul priests of the Draenei are shadow priests in the words of Azeroth.

As early as many years ago, Velen discovered the mystery of the mutual transformation of light and shadow.

For Velen, who is experienced and pragmatic, light does not mean justice, and shadows are not heinous, and each has room to play its strengths.

Auchindoun is a sacred mausoleum city, originally built to house the souls of draenei who died of various reasons until they were taken away by ushers from the Shadowlands.

The task of the soul priests led by Maladar is to take care of these souls who are temporarily unable to leave the eternal world.

As Auchindoun was breached by the orcs, the mausoleum city lost its original function and was temporarily transformed into a refuge fortress by Maladar.

If the original history continues, the Auchindoun Labyrinth will be severely damaged when Draenor is torn apart by the space turbulence, and it will no longer be able to defend against foreign invaders.

At that time, Auchindoun in Nuoda will be divided up by the four forces of Auchenai priests, exiled arakkoa, shadow council and ethereal, each occupying a part of the area, and archbishop Maladar will gradually fall into madness in the despair of not being able to protect the people .

At this point in time, nothing has happened yet, and there is still room for redemption.

After returning to Auchindoun, Maladar has been busy in this ruined city, and only arranged two unqualified scouts to watch out.

This cannot be blamed on Maladar. The tasks on his shoulders are too heavy, and there is a serious shortage of manpower, so it is impossible to take care of all aspects.

The outer layer of Auchindoun has a fairly reliable maze protection. After confirming that the Blood Ring clan was annihilated and the Alliance Expeditionary Force left, Maladar stopped paying attention to changes in the outside world and focused on taking care of internal affairs.

The lack of food is the most important problem he must solve at present. If there is no enough food, these refugees who hide in Auchindoun will eventually starve to death.

Maladar had no contact with people from Azeroth, and had never heard of the race of high elves before.

"Why do these... high elves know my name and position, why do they know that we are hiding in Auchindoun?"

Due to insufficient information, Maladar could not analyze the reason.

"Forget it...it's pointless to speculate here."

Gathering his mind, Maladar waved to a female draenei not far away who was also too busy to touch the ground.

"Tulani, come here."

"Yes, please wait a moment."

The female Delaney with dark circles on her face smiled apologetically at the two in front of her, and strode towards Maladar with recurved hoofs.

"Wow!"

Due to sleepless days, the woman named Turani overestimated her physical condition, and her feet became weak after only a few steps, and she fell forward in embarrassment, waving her hands indiscriminately.

"Hey~"

Maladar stepped forward to support his assistant: "Tulani, you should rest."

"Hey~"

Turani scratched her head embarrassingly: "Archbishop, haven't you rested yet, I can still hold on."

Bitterness flashed in Maladar's eyes: "Forget it, I really have no position to criticize you..."

"Come back to business, I have something to go outside, and Auchinton will be managed by you temporarily, can it be done?"

"certainly!"

Turani puffed up her chest and said confidently: "Hope will always be with us, and we will never give up until the last moment."

Maladar sighed silently: "Then please, I hope my going out this time can solve some of the problems we are currently facing."

…

"So that's how it is."

The scout who stayed outside to "monitor" the three of Sarlayan was named Samion. This guy was not a full-time scout, but a temporary employee selected from among the refugees.

The selection rules are very simple, those who still have the courage to stand up and take responsibility are selected.

Since he had never received professional training, Samion was obviously unqualified as a scout, and he provided part of his own intelligence to Sarayan and his party before determining whether the other party was an enemy or a friend.

Sharlayan learned from Samion that Auchindoun had fallen into a food crisis more than a month ago, which happened to be the time when the Blood Ring clan camped outside the maze.

In order to avoid the continued persecution of the orcs~lightnovelpub.net~ the hunting team dared not go out at all, and could only sit and eat in Auchindoun.

More than a month of hungry and full life has greatly reduced the efficiency of the hunting team, and the food crisis that was already emerging has intensified, causing Maladar a headache.

Samion himself insisted on completing the mission of scouting on an empty stomach, in order to keep this dangerous job, so that he could get a larger share of food rations for his wife and children.

"It's not easy for you either."

Sarayan patted Samion's shoulder emotionally, and the barrage stopped complaining about his unprofessionalism.

The mountains and rivers are so poor, it would be nice if someone is willing to muster up the courage to serve as a scout, what more bicycles are needed.

"Duk~Duk~"

The rhythmic knocking sound of objects came from inside Auchindoun, and Samion, who was complaining to Sharlayan and others, stood up excitedly, trying to puff up his chest and put on an appearance of being dedicated to his duty.

Sharlayan also stood up from the ruined stone pillar, looking into the crypt with piercing eyes.

‘Are you here, Archbishop Maladar. '