Destroying the Fel Reavers, eliminating the besieging Orcs, intercepting the Hellfire in the sky, and countering the Orcish Sorcerer teams and Chieftains—these all had to be done at once.
Hermione was skilled at dealing with other spellcasters, while Khadgar excelled at clearing mobs on the battlefield. So Su Ming had them split up first, taking on the first and third tasks himself. While teaching Jaina, he also "kindly" allowed Yrel to watch and learn.
Pulling a God Metal Rifle engraved with a naked woman from his waist pouch, Su Ming loaded a magazine of Antarctic Vibranium bullets and casually chatted with Yrel.
"You Draenei are actually quite skilled with technology, aren't you?"
Yrel tilted her head, thought for a moment, and nodded. Her pale skin looked somewhat dim beneath the green canopy of the sky.
"I don't know much about that, but the senior technicians usually live aboard the ships and don't come to the temples. They don't like the Naaru."
"Oh? I didn't expect there to be some smart people among you." Su Ming put on a mildly surprised expression and slowly nodded, bracing the rifle stock against his shoulder. "It's impressive that they weren't fooled by the Naaru. Technology is what makes a nation strong; blindly believing in religion has no future."
"I don't really understand those things." Yrel held out a small hand and conjured a ball of golden Holy Light, watching it fade in her palm with some confusion. "But I heard that, in the past, our technology depended on Argus Crystal. During our exile, the crystals were completely used up. We only survived the journey to Draenor because of the Naaru's support."
"It was nothing but a scam." Su Ming casually aimed at a Fel Reaver's core and fired. Without even looking at the result,