The ships stopped at a beach in the northwest of Shadowmoon Valley. Mar'adul called this place Dusk Bay. To their surprise, Velen and the others came to meet them as soon as they arrived.
The Prophet approached Nathanos and Khadgar with an odd expression, then nodded kindly. The reinforcements from Azeroth came from all manner of races. What surprised Velen most was seeing an unfamiliar face: a Draenei paladin named Malkorath, introduced by Archbishop Mar'adul. He looked like a vindicator. Though Nathanos had told him beforehand that some Draenei also lived on Azeroth, Velen still found it unbelievable to see one with his own eyes.
"Prophet, these people from another world have come to help us." The girl named Yrel seemed somewhat excited. Compared to her fellow countrymen, there was little exhaustion visible on her face.
"It is good to see you, child." Velen placed a hand on Yrel's cheek, tears glimmering in his eyes. "And you warriors from another world, we welcome you."
"To be honest, I was going to have Bishop Mar'adul contact you while we were still aboard the ship, Prophet. But it seems you had the foresight already." Khadgar stepped forward. He had already introduced himself earlier. By now, the Archmage felt more and more that Nathanos's advance arrival on Draenor had been necessary. The locals were no longer completely ignorant of them, which saved them a great deal of trouble.
At those words, Velen's gaze suddenly darkened. "Only to that extent. The Iron Horde is growing stronger by the day. I have foreseen a war, but my sight seems to have been obscured, as though time itself has stopped. I do not know what will happen in the future. But one thing is certain: your arrival carries great significance."
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