In the Arakkoa Peaks, long-range artillery continued to scour the ground, the bombardment strategy in full swing.
The elf brothers had not been idle either. While the iron was hot, they continued promoting the Night Empire's settlement and citizenship policies to the Draenei of Talador.
There was not much left to say, really. With tempting technologies and generous benefits being offered one after another, along with this excellent publicity campaign and a group of official shills stirring things up, a large portion of the Draenei crystal technicians had already made up their minds. Once the war in the Arakkoa Peaks ended and Talador formally accepted the unified orders of New Karabor Temple on Azuremyst Isle, they would immediately head to the World of Azeroth and apply for jobs in the Night Empire.
After all, by then we would be members of Turalyon's faction. We could cooperate with the conversion rituals of the Dawnlight Draenei whenever needed and enjoy all the benefits granted to Night Empire vassal states. You could not possibly deport us, right? We wanted to immigrate.
And after arriving in the World of Azeroth, they would be living on Draenei territory, Azuremyst Isle or Bloodmyst Isle. New Auchindoun and New Karabor Temple would both be there, so there would be no feeling of being in a foreign land at all.
Every day, they could take the rail train across the sea bridge straight to their workplaces in the Night Empire, then return home at night to eat and sleep. Was that not a wonderful life?
The Draenei of Talador were falling and being assimilated at an astonishing rate. Without realizing it, their ways of thinking had increasingly shifted toward those of their Azerothian compatriots on Azuremyst Isle and Bloodmyst Isle, and they themselves had not even noticed anything