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Chapter 321 Dasa and Velen

When the Seed of Argus and the Turedal gradually lowered their altitude until they could be observed, several archbishops from the Council of Bishops also arrived one after another. After meeting the Prophet Velen, they rode the Thunder Elephant together. Coming towards the direction where the two spaceships landed, all the draenei felt extremely excited after confirming that the arrival was the spacecraft of the Legion of Light.

This meant that they could see a group of new compatriots who had escaped.

As the Seed of Argus and Turedal landed, several people came to greet them. When Cororarion and Artas walked out of their respective spaceships, Velen was undoubtedly very happy. .

Colorarion was also very happy to see Velen and the archbishops behind him, but Atas was different. There was no happy expression on his face, even though he had witnessed the power of Sargeras with his own eyes. Afterwards, he already somewhat understood the choices made by the three giants back then, but he understood that he still had no less resentment towards them.

Especially after hearing Viren's greeting.

"Yes, Velen. What do they call you? The Great Prophet? Ha, you wish we outcasts would die on Argus."

Atas's words were very harsh, and as soon as they came out, the originally joyful atmosphere of the meeting suddenly turned cold.

"Atas, I'm sorry."

Velen expressed his full understanding in the face of Artas's resentful words. He knew very well what would happen to those abandoned tribesmen when he took some of his tribe away from Argus with the help of the Naaru. ending.

"Sorry? No, you shouldn't say sorry to me! You have to say sorry to those compatriots who were abandoned by you and died in the hands of demons! Velen! You and your followers are a bunch of cowards!"

Atas's tone became more and more excited as he spoke. He even wanted to step forward and grab Velen's collar in excitement, but was blocked by Akama who hurried forward.

Velen just listened to Atas venting his inner dissatisfaction with a lonely expression, without any rebuttal.

Just because he didn't say anything didn't mean that anyone in the bishops' council would let Atas vent his emotions like this.

"Atas, I say you're almost done. The prophet also has difficulties."

Osar held the staff in his hand tightly and shouted at Atas with a serious look on his face.

"That's almost it? Oh, who did I think it was? Osar, what? I still remember the ugly way you abandoned everything just to get on the ship. You ran away! But you know that we abandoned people How did you survive it?!"

Atas's eyes turned as Osar spoke out, and his eyes seemed to burst out with anger.

"The Burning Legion's army is approaching and the defense line has been breached. In order to preserve the future of our people, we can only make this move. Atas, I know you have complaints, but you have already escaped, haven't you?"

Osar is not as good-tempered as Viren, and he will talk back.

"Oh? I escaped, so I should put down those complaints? Osar, you think you can preach to me now that you are the so-called archbishop, right? You want me to put it down? Those tribesmen who died in the hands of demons People, how do you let go? Tell me! Ah!"

Atas said, rushing in front of Osar and wanting to punch him.

But in the end, this punch only hit the arcane shield raised by Osar.

"Calm down! Atas! Don't be so impulsive!"

Seeing that the conflict was about to escalate, Colorarion quickly stepped forward to hug Atas.

"Let me go! Koralion! I'm going to make this bastard who only knows how to talk cold words pay the price!"

Atas struggled to break free from the shackles of Coralion, but how could he, a priest of Elune, confront a paladin at close range?

"Really, are these guys who escaped from Argus a bunch of lunatics?"

After Osar removed the arcane shield in front of him, he looked at Atas struggling in Cororarion's arms with disgust.

"Velan! You are noble! You are amazing! Everyone here loves you! Do you know how miserable our life in Argus is! How difficult it is! The demons are killing us at any time! The entire Argus The ecology has been destroyed! What a bad place that is! What a bad place! What a bad place! Do you think I am willing to come here?! I am here to move reinforcements! I tell you Velen! Argus, I will go back sooner or later! I want to take back everything we have lost step by step! We are not draenei! We will always be Eredar!"

Atas was still struggling and roaring while being held by Coralion. It might be difficult for others to understand why Atas showed such a crazy side. Only Daza and the entire members of the Seed of Argus knew it. .

Atas was their representative at the moment, and he expressed the resentment he had buried deep in his heart against Viren and others.

"Atas! Your words are getting more and more outrageous!"

Akama finally couldn't help scolding Atas.

"Oh, let him finish. After all, after so many years of grievances, you have to vent them. Don't you? Viren."

Daza walked out at this moment, speaking fluent Ereda, and stood between Akama and Atas.

"Who are you? The guy who was saved by Atas and the others?"

Akama frowned and looked at Dasa.

It was a creature that he had never seen before. Although the opponent was indeed very tall, on Draenor he had seen ogres that were taller than Daza, and their Chile was just like that.

Therefore, Akama just regarded Daza as a poor native who was rescued by the Legion of Light from the Burning Legion. This situation often happened during their long wandering; it was a pity that the rescued natives They couldn't live long, or their lifespans were not as long as the draenei's, or their race left them alone, and they chose to commit suicide in the long loneliness.

Or, they choose to join the group of tormentors and join the Burning Legion.

The native in front of me must be one of these endings.

"Chief, this is our private matter, don't stop me."

Atas looked at Dasana's generous back and spoke quickly.

"Private matters? Why do you still remember that I am your chief? If you still think of me as your chief, take a break first. You have been scolding me for so long, and you should take a break."

After Daza finished speaking, Colorarion also quickly opened his arms and relaxed Atas.

"Chief?!"

Akama was obviously very surprised by what Atas called Dasa. He thought it was Atas and the others who saved Dasa, but the reality didn't seem to be the case.

"Yes, I am the chief of their sanctuary tribe, Viren, I know you have a lot to say, but you don't think this is a suitable place for discussion. Why don't we talk slowly after we enter the city? "

Daza walked up to Viren and looked at him with a relaxed expression.

"You are right, come on. Friends who have come from afar, welcome to Draenor."

Viren's expression began to look less bad because of Daza's appearance, and his voice also greatly eased the tense atmosphere at the scene.

On the Seed of Argus, Milai was always sitting in her driver's seat with a vigilant expression. Nia at the communication station next to her was wondering why she didn't disembark with him to Shattrath City.

"I can't trust them, not Osar, Akama, or even that old guy Velen, they're not worthy of trust at all. Nia, we've already been fooled once, do you want to be abandoned again? I'm not going anywhere." Mi Lai's plain expression was full of disdain for the draenei people living here. She didn't like the people here.

Walking side by side with Velen on the streets of Shattrath City, the draenei city is full of the same style. Different from the nature of the elves, it is full of science fiction and gorgeous colors.

It should be said that it is a civilized race that has entered the starry sky.

"What a beautiful city, Velen."

While admiring it, Daza did not forget to tell Viren about his next plan.

"Can you tell me a little about yourself? I don't even know your name."

While Velen was walking side by side with Daza from the meadow outside Shattrath City back to Shattrath City, he had already sensed how extraordinary this chief was.

His arrogance, his confidence.

This made Velen initially believe that the chief should also be a leader among his own race.

"My name is Daza. I am an elf from Azeroth. Oh, the destination of our trip is also there."

Daza answered Viren's questions as he walked.

"Azeroth? Well, I haven't heard anything about your hometown. How did you get to know Atas and the others?"

Velen thought about Azeroth for a long time without thinking about it, so in the end he could only choose to put it down for the time being, and then asked about Atas and the others.

Regarding these, Dasa also told Velen all about his experiences on Argus.

After listening to Daza's words, Velen also fell silent. Although he knew that those tribesmen left on Argus would have a hard time and would even be completely killed by the demons of the Burning Legion.

But he still imagined it too lightly, and Argus was enough to be called hell at the moment.

No wonder, after escaping, Atas would have such great resentment towards him.

The thing that kept him silent the most was the reason for Dasa's presence in Argus.

He never imagined that the chief next to him was actually a great hero who led the natives of his hometown to successfully repel the invading Burning Legion.

Not only did he save his hometown, he also went deep behind enemy lines, rescued the group of Eredar trapped on Argus, and robbed a Burning Legion warship and sailed all the way here.

All this experience is no longer enough to be described as a miracle for Velen, this is a complete miracle.

"I learned about you from Atas and the others, and I have always been curious about this. What did your ruling group think when we were in Argus? Why did you split at the critical moment instead of uniting? Unanimously repel the invading Burning Legion?”

Daza asked Viren the question he had always wanted to ask.

"The prophecy told me that Argus will surely fall. If we don't choose to leave with the Naaru, we will all die."

Viren gave Dasa an answer that was not an answer after a long silence.

Prophecy, and because of prophecy.

Daza has witnessed countless prophecies since arriving in Azeroth. Even he himself was once a part of the prophecies, but many prophecies were changed because of himself.

"Do you know that the Burning Legion is already targeting this place?"

After the two of them walked in silence for a while, Dasa suddenly spoke up before entering the temple in Shattrath City.

"I know, the fragments of the prophecy have already shown me part of the picture of the city's fall."

Velen was not silent after listening to Dasa's words, but his tone was full of heaviness.

"So, what are you going to do? Go to the Naaru for help again? Seek help from the Holy Light you believe in? Leave this planet? In the end, you have to give up most of your compatriots?"

Daza said as he walked up to Velen and looked down at the Eredar with white hair and beard.

"Destiny is a given, and any attempt to change it will only make everything worse."

Velen looked up at Dasa, who was looking down at him.

"Idiot, the prophecy is just a reference. The future will change. It can get worse, but it can also get better. It's just that everything is controlled by us together."

Daza crossed his arms and looked at Velen with a relaxed expression.

While the two were chatting, a guard suddenly came over. He looked not good. He hesitated for a moment after seeing Dasa, but soon he put aside the useless hesitation and walked quickly to Velen's house. Beside him, a report was made to him, and the content was heard by Dasa.

"Is anyone injured? I understand. I will personally take him there to compensate you later. Let the clansmen be careful."

After arranging this matter, Viren turned his head and noticed Dasa's half-smiling expression.

"Dasa, just say whatever you want."

Velen knew that everything the soldier reported just now was heard by the elf next to him, and he had no intention of hiding it.

"Your people were robbed, and you chose to give in instead of thinking about fighting back. Velen, you really opened my eyes."

Dasa sighed and shook his head.

"The Burning Legion has set its sights on this place. We must hide it so that we can delay the prophecy from happening as much as possible."

Velen just assumed that Dasa didn't understand the current situation and simply explained it.

"You are truly a devout person who believes in the Holy Light. You are simply pedantic to the extreme, Velen."

There was a trace of ridicule on Dasa's face. His chat with the prophet was not very pleasant.

It may be difficult for Velen to play the role of an ally now. In this case, Dasa's plan will have to be changed, and the station will have to be transferred from the currently scheduled Talador to Nagrand.

But before that, we have to pull out the Naaru who was pretending to be dead in Auchindoun.

(End of this chapter)