"So that's it. After my Draenei body died at the cliff pass, my will returned to my world. Then I used your origin Holy Light as a beacon to build a portal and bring people back. You know what happened next."
Soulbinder Tu'ranni has recovered and is sitting next to him obediently, holding a large bowl of mental recovery potion as water to drink.
"Then... how long does our world last?" Turalyon looked sad. She loved this world and was not willing to leave it like this.
Hu Feng looked at the sky and felt the crazy flow of time and the expanding space-time rift.
"Your timeline has developed incorrectly and has serious deviations that cannot be corrected. So... River of Time will wipe out all living things in this world in a month at most and in a dozen days at least."
Turalyon looked curious, "What about us on the normal timeline?"
"Well... when you go to my world, you will know soon... Draenei on the normal timeline. If nothing else, you can still merge into one."
Turalyon blushed at this time, "At that time... was there a mistake in the way I called? Why did you appear in the form of an uncle from our clan?"
Hu Feng also smiled bitterly after hearing this and hugged Turalyon. Draenei's body temperature is lower than that of humans and elves, so Turalyon felt a slight coolness after holding it in his arms.
"I haven't figured this out yet, but it should be considered a forced summoning. I was still taking a nap at the time... and in the blink of an eye, I was pulled to your timeline."
"Is this the call of fate? No matter which time, space, or time you are in... no matter how many mes there are, you will always find the only me?" Turalyon whispered against Hu Feng's chest.
Hu Feng nodded, holding Turalyon quietly with his eyes closed. For some reason, there was always an aura about Turalyon that could make him feel at ease, which calmed his eagerness to race against time to strengthen himself, and also calmed his increasingly profit-maximizing and cold thoughts.
Soulbinder Priest also has this effect?
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There are less than three days left before the Azeroth coalition forces and Dawn Legion return to World of Azeroth.
Karabor Temple has been taken away at this moment. Draenei have packed everything that can be packed away into boxes. Even the crystals on the walls of the temple have been picked out.
Floating Island, which was regarded as the establishment of Dark Portal, has slowly fallen. At this moment, this one-time simple Dark Portal has been opened. Opposite the door is a vast ocean, with a huge tree that reaches the sky standing on the sea.
Azeroth coalition forces need signposts when they come to this world, but they have no such worries when they return. Just kidding, pulling out a random person is a living coordinate. The aura and energy fluctuations of World of Azeroth on his body are simply a living map that cannot be more detailed.
"Don't worry, the two islands left for you are very large, enough for Draeneis to survive and reproduce." Hu Feng noticed Turalyon's worries and rubbed her silver-white hair to comfort her. "After you join Alliance, oh, Alliance will be our organization. Draenei will get a lot of resource assistance, and allies will help you."
"Is there a Orcs in your world?" Turalyon suddenly thought of the overwhelming Black Dragon Riders of Iron Horde that day, and asked with some fear.
"Of course there is, and he also came from the Draenor world in our timeline. But don't worry, Iron Horde is my subordinate, and New Horde is also sane and peaceful. Fel Orcs Horde, who is like a beast here, are completely different things."
At this time, a commotion came from outside the city, accompanied by bursts of exclamations from Draeneis.
Hu Feng hugged Turalyon and teleported to the mid-air in front of the city gate, looking at the massive group of visitors.
Night Elves and Highborne were the first to come back. Their convoys brought a large number of Arakkoa scholars and engineer slaves, as well as carts of crystals and Arakkoa puppets. But what is surprising is the big bird at the end, whose whole body is burning with golden Solar Flame, its feathers are like dark golden streamers, and energy is flowing in it. There is a towering golden decoration on the top of the bird's head, which resembles a crescent moon holding a round sun in the middle.
The team leader Aethelus saw Divine Venerable above the city gate and waved to stop advancing. The elves jumped down one after another and knelt down on one knee.
"Master, Night Elves and Highborne returned as scheduled! Captured more than a thousand Arakkoa scholars and engineers, and countless crystal and puppet skills! Together with the Arakkoa's patron saint Sunbird Rukhmar, they are dedicated to the master! I offer a meager gift to the master for becoming Eternal Night Divine Emperor!"
After Aethelus finished speaking, his head immediately lowered deeply.
"Long live the God Emperor! Night Empire may be prosperous forever!"
Behind them, Night Elves and Highborne, as if they had rehearsed in advance, knelt down on one knee and cheered loudly.
Hu Feng frowned, is this considered forcing the uterus? Azeroth version of the yellow robe? With Archmage Aethelus's political IQ, he certainly wouldn't have been able to figure out such a sophisticated drama, so he was the only one behind the scenes... There is only Elisande who is in charge of Suramar City.
The scene fell silent for a moment, and the Draenei people on the city wall did not dare to make a sound, quietly watching the outsiders in front of them kneeling down to beg Titan God to become the God Emperor.
Turalyon, who was being held by Hu Feng, was a little at a loss. She looked at these terrifying elves, each one like a docile sheep, as if you would kneel down and die here if you don't agree to us.
At this time, the Azeroth coalition forces also returned from the sweep in large and small groups. From a distance, Lothar saw the elves kneeling on the ground and Divine Venerable in the sky. Before he could figure it out, the elves cheered again.
"Long live the God Emperor! Night Empire may be prosperous forever!"
Oh, got it! This is to persuade people to come in! Just like when his ancestor gave up the throne to King Llane's ancestor, wearing a yellow robe is appropriate and appropriate.
Lothar's thoughts were spinning rapidly, and the situation at this moment had no choice but for him to express his position. This would have a significant impact on the entire future structure of the Alliance.
"Stormwind Kingdom supports Night Empire! Support Lord Sargeras to become Eternal Night Divine Emperor! Long live the God Emperor!" Lothar shouted, and the soldiers of the Stormwind Kingdom got the order and began to shout in unison.
The army of dwarves and dwarfs originally followed the Alliance main force and Divine Venerable's Dawn Legion to fight the autumn wind. Faced with this welcome situation, of course they supported it with both hands and feet.
"Ironforge dwarves support the God-Emperor!"
"The dwarf too! Long live the God-Emperor!"
Quel'Thalas's High Elves expeditionary force is led by Halduron* Mingyi, the new ranger general. He is not stupid. Looking at the fanatical atmosphere around him, anyone who dares to voice his disagreement now will probably not even think about going back.
"Quel'Thalas supports the rule of the God-Emperor Night Empire!"
Hu Feng was silent for a long time and coughed.
"I can't agree to this. Only with the full support of the Night Elves people will I consider becoming the God Emperor. Aethelus, don't mention it again in the future."
Aethelus obeyed, but that was not what he had in mind.
It seems that Master Elisande is right. Divine Venerable would definitely not agree at first. But it doesn't matter, this is just a foreshadowing. After preparing for so long, I have to tie Divine Venerable to the position of God Emperor!
Pooh! Disrespectful to God! Damn it!
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