Azeroth Shadow of the Moon

The draenei accidentally fell to the planet Draenor, whether it was intentional or unintentional, after all, it brought about unknown changes to this planet favored by Aggramar.

The remnants of the Gorian Empire, headed by Highmaul, made up their minds under Hulk's persuasion, and Komal, the current Highmaul head of state, personally led the army to set off from Highmaul.

At the clan assembly of the orcs, each clan has determined the attitude of the orcs towards this war.

Although the warsong orcs were very reluctant in their hearts, they finally agreed to Komal's request under the persuasion of other clans, and only symbolically set up surveillance personnel on the road where the Highmaul army passed.

When Komal led the army across Nagrand and rushed to the Court of Heroes in the western part of Talador Forest, city-state lords from all over the world had already gathered, and the Ogre's leading state council was officially held.

At the same time, the arakkoa exiles noticed the private affairs of the orcs and ogres, and under the call of the shadow sage Iskar, they gathered in Terokc's Nest, which was the largest settlement of exiles.

Since the struggle for power on Tongtian Peak has never stopped, more and more exiles have been exiled to Sethek Valley in recent years, cursed by the blood pool and deprived of their wings.

As the leader of the crow claw priests, the shadow sage Iskar was once a member of the high-ranking arakkoa. He was defeated in the battle inside Tongtian Peak, and was thrown into a pool of blood by his political opponents and lost his wings. of hatred to join the camp of exiles.

Due to his own good leadership and strategy capabilities, Iskar took control of the power again in just a dozen years and became the leader of the priests in charge of the Crow's Claw.

All the exiles were persecuted and degenerated by the priests of Anhar in Tongtian Peak, and they all had a deep-seated hatred for the group of high-ranking arakkoa.

When Iskar proposed to take advantage of the ogre-draenei battle to win over allies for the future counterattack on the Skyreach Peak, most of the Crowpaw priests present agreed with Iskar's ambition.

But when it comes to how to implement it in detail, the priests of the Crow Claw have different opinions.

Someone proposed to join the camp of ogres and eliminate the draenei outsiders.

But opponents believe that the brutal and cunning ogre high-level is not worthy of trust, and cooperating with them is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger.

And now that the Gorian Empire has collapsed, the city-states can't figure out who is big and who is small. Even if they win the war, it is still unknown who they should turn to to honor their kindness.

Instead of helping the ogres, it is better to help the Draenei who are very gentle towards foreigners. Maybe they can get unexpected returns from them with their kindness.

Iskar didn't interrupt the Ravenclaw priests to express their opinions, and he himself was still hesitant.

Pulling the feather on his chin, Iska turned his head to look at a red-feathered crowman who was always bowing his head in thought.

"Scroller, what do you think?"

Cangju people are important high-level people in charge of knowledge among the exiles. Because they are well-informed, each generation of Cangju people has a good overall view.

The contemporary scroll collector is named Reshad. Hearing the inquiry from the Shadow Sage, he said thoughtfully, "Everyone already knows the ogre's habits and style very well."

"As the priests said, those big guys with two heads are cruel and cunning. We can't be sure if we can reap rewards for helping them."

"On the other hand, we don't know much about the draenei, an alien race. Although they are more friendly to the outside world, it is precisely because of ignorance that no one can be sure whether the draenei will keep their promises after receiving help. return."

"Since this is the case, it is better to send envoys to get in touch with them first, at least to understand the behavior style of the draenei. If neither side is trustworthy, we might as well continue to wait for the opportunity and sit back and watch the tigers fight."

Iska raised his head to observe the expressions of the other Crowpaw priests, and most of them nodded in agreement with the Scroll Tibetan's proposal.

"Then it's settled, Vishal."

A black-feathered crowman with a small crow on his shoulder and a crown on his head bowed his head and replied, "Yes."

"The task of contacting the draenei is entrusted to you. You must see their nature clearly. Remember, your report is related to the future of the whole family, so you must be cautious."

...

When the ogre and the arakkoa took action separately, and the orcs waited and watched under the suggestion of the Frostwolf clan, the prophet Velen, who was sitting in the village of Ambori, fell into distress.

Due to the change of the ogre in the Talador Forest, Velen also recruited Archbishop Maradar, who was guarding Auchindoun, and the five archbishops gathered together to discuss the next countermeasures with the Prophet.

Velen still insists on his own opinion. He believes that a high-profile war will only intensify the hatred and suspicion of Draenei among all races in Draenor, which is not conducive to his people's recuperation in this strange world.

Jinidal has crashed, and without the guidance of the Naaru, and without the help of the precognitive ability, Velen doesn't know when the Draenei will be able to soar across the stars again to avoid the pursuit of the Burning Legion.

That being the case, it is the safest choice to restrain your feathers as much as possible and not attract the attention of the Burning Legion.

However, the bishops' council he personally formed didn't think so. Years of fleeing inevitably sapped the draenei's will to fight. The archbishop headed by Osar advocated using the opportunity of this war to rekindle the hope in the hearts of the people. Light.

In the face of the Burning Legion, the Draenei did retreat steadily, but against the ogre, a primitive indigenous race, Osar and Nari had absolute confidence to win the battle, even if all the ogre city-states united Can't change the ending either.

Originally, Velen hoped that Akama and Maladar could balance the radical ideas of the three colleagues, but the result was beyond his expectation.

Maladar, who had just arrived from Auchindoun, clearly expressed his position. He also supported Othar's opinion and rekindled the will of the whole clan to fight against the Burning Legion with a brilliant victory.

Seeing that the deal was done, Akama also expressed his attitude in relatively obscure words. The five archbishops unanimously opposed it, and Velen inevitably fell into deep self-doubt.

Fortunately, during the truce, there was enough time for Velen to slowly worry. If he failed to persuade the Bishop Council when the war started again, the draenei would probably take actions against the prophet Velen's personal will for the first time.

Andrea was not idle during the brief period of peace between wars. After gaining the right to move freely, he turned into a golden eagle and soared around Shadowmoon Valley.

On the one hand, to monitor the movement of Pain Citadel, and on the other hand, to observe the dark Narukala floating above Shadowmoon Valley at close range.

At this time, Kara had already lost the reason to control himself. After being thrown out of Jinidal, he has been wandering aimlessly over Shadowmoon Valley.

The huge dark purple body covered Draenor's sun, and the sunlight shone through his translucent body, forming the unique dark sky of Shadowmoon Valley.

Andrea flapped her wings and hovered in mid-air, looking up at Carla who was swimming slowly in the sky, very distressed.

"How could it be so big? Could it be that decaying into a void creature would cause Naaru's volume to expand? What is the principle..."

"Andrea!"

Shandris' anxious call suddenly came from the hill below, and Andrea frowned. He instinctively felt that something bad had happened.

Landing on the hill and turning back into human form, Andrea patted Shandris on the shoulder and said calmly, "Calm down, what happened?"

After all, Shandris is not a fledgling rookie. Under Andrea's comfort, she took a deep breath to calm down her anxiety.

"Yrel slipped out of the village, and...she was headed towards the Fortress of Pain."

"……ha?"