"Stay alert!"
"Something's out there!"
As Rex gazed at the fine drizzle, he suddenly heard a sound. His casual expression immediately sharpened, and he raised an arm as he spoke in a low voice.
Those who accompanied Rex were naturally the best of the best. They reacted swiftly, drawing their weapons without needing his warning.
Clang, clang, clang.
The clatter rang out incessantly. Several personal guards strode out from beneath the mushroom's shelter and positioned themselves in front of Rex to protect him.
The rain came pouring down!
It fell relentlessly from the sky, running down their armor and onto the ground, but they stood motionless, ignoring it completely.
Footsteps sounded through the rain in the distance. Through the falling water, a hazy figure could be seen drawing steadily closer.
"It's a Draenei!" someone murmured.
Draenei were easy to recognize, with their purple skin and powerful builds. Although they resembled humans, they were not human, after all. To some nonhuman races, they looked much the same as humans, but to human eyes, the differences were considerable.
Hearing that it was a Draenei, everyone relaxed somewhat.
The Draenei were also members of the Alliance. As the Alliance advanced into Outland in force, the Draenei who remained there finally found an organization to turn to and flocked to join it.
This gave the Draenei, who had been living in miserable conditions, access to abundant supplies and greatly improved their lives.
They therefore had no resistance to the Alliance. Without it, they would still have been struggling to feed themselves, never knowing where their next meal would come from.
The Orcs had inflicted terrible suffering on them and destroyed their homes.
For the Draenei, who depended heavily on their race's technology, this had been an utterly devastating disaster.
They were unlike the Orcs,