Standing atop the high platform, Yrel looked around and saw that everyone had sunk deeply into the same emotion.
It was sorrow, regret, indignation, and, above all, confusion.
The moment was ripe. It was time for her to wrap things up.
"Cough, cough—"
Yrel coughed lightly twice, drawing everyone's attention.
Only after she felt every eye turn toward her did Auchindoun's supreme commander begin to speak.
"From everyone's accounts just now, I heard many things. I heard of the Draenei's suffering, your grievances, and your dissatisfaction and confusion with the current situation.
"The Draenei descended from the magically gifted Eredar. We once created a glorious civilization of magic, and after encountering the Naaru, we gained from them even more advanced technology and the mighty power of the Holy Light. Though we have been forced to flee the Burning Legion from place to place, that cannot diminish our greatness."
No one was unwilling to take pride in their own people, and no one did not wish to prove their own excellence. Her words immediately won the agreement of many Draenei.
In truth, this was nationalism at work.
The popularity of the "Path of the Holy Light" could easily lead to the spread of ideas akin to "white leftism" and "internationalism." Ye Ting had noticed this long ago, so he believed the Draenei needed some "nationalism" as a counterbalance to restrain those excessively "saintly" notions.
At the very least, such "saintly" ideas should not be applied to Orcs who shared neither their goals nor their values, but to races far away on Azeroth, such as humans and elves.
At least, that was what Ye Ting, being someone obsessed with looks, believed.
Thus, under Ye Ting's guidance, Yrel employed the same tactic.
"The Draenei have always been a highly advanced civilized race. We