After checking again and again to confirm that there was no danger around, Mara finally couldn't help but rush out of the spore forest.
The Draenei camp in front of them suffered a brutal massacre. The hunters and other people who had been guarding here had disappeared, leaving only bloodstains on the ground and a few corpses that had not completely cooled down.
Mara wandered around the camp in a daze. She looked at the lives of the people on the ground in a daze, but each time she was more desperate than the last time.
"All... all dead... Adele, Odd, Uncle Kata..." Mara fell to the ground, completely unaware of the blood and water splashing, her face was ashen, as if she knew the familiar The world suddenly collapsed in front of her.
Mara held her head with trembling hands. What came into her eyes was the bloodstains and cold corpses of her people. The blue blood of the Delaney was scattered in the spore forest of Zangarmarsh. This scene seemed to evoke Mara's deepest fear.
The new ranger soldier sat on the ground, his body shaking uncontrollably and muttering something over and over again.
After a while, there were bursts of movement in the spore forest behind Mara, but Mara ignored it and still fell to the spot, shaking.
Has death come?
No, with several bleeding wounds on his body and a somewhat embarrassed Botal, he stumbled out of the spore forest. He looked around the camp with a shocked expression, and then noticed several draenei. Mara among the corpses.
Botar hurriedly ran over, regardless of his injuries, held Mara's shoulders and shook her out of her sinking state.
"Mara, Mara! Cheer up, those intruders are coming soon!"
Botal's anxious voice reached Mara's ears, and the lost luster of the new ranger's eyes showed a glimmer of light again. Mara was stunned for half a second before looking at Botal in confusion, "Bo... Botar, you...why are you covered with injuries? Where are Kyler and Lika?"
The Ranger Captain looked downcast. He bit his lower lip and held back a few words, "Let's get out of here first. Can you still leave?"
Mara picked up the longbow that she had dropped on the ground and climbed up from the ground. Botar breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this, but before he had taken a few steps, he heard Mara, who was still standing there, asking in a dull voice. He said, "Captain...will we die? We will be like Uncle Kata and the others..."
Botar's steps stagnated. He could no longer smile on his face with his back to Mara, but his words were still as firm as ever, "Mara, please believe me, we will definitely survive!"
Soon, the two Draenei rangers took steps and quickly fled the area. The expression of those who were chasing the Draenei was no different from the desperate Mara.
"Akama, seeing how energetic you are makes me feel relieved. Lord Illidan has asked me to take good care of you." There was a natural charm in Vashj's voice. If you don't look at her terrifying With a snake body and snake hair, anyone would have thoughts about such a sound.
"You, like your master, are more hateful than those demons." Although Akama's soul was divided by Illidan, Illidan cannot control his body anytime and anywhere. The evil monster has more important things. To do.
"In the eyes of many people who don't understand our plan, we may indeed be hateful, but these are necessary sacrifices." Vashchi didn't pay attention to Akama's curse. Instead, she asked Akama, "And, even if You still have feelings for the draenei, but what about the other Broken Ones in the Greytongue clan? They showed no mercy when they wielded their knives against their fellow humans, and Lord Illidan's magic did not control them."
Akama was silent. What Vashj said was exactly what he had been worried about - the Broken Ones were draenei that mutated due to the chaotic environment in the outer world. Although no one was sure that this mutation could be contagious, it was normal. Delaney looked at them with unhidden fear and rejection in his eyes.
Akama certainly knows what the draenei are afraid of. They are afraid that they will also transform from noble draenei into hateful monsters. Maybe the former archbishop can empathize and understand the mood of his compatriots, but there are still some The Broken cannot understand rejection from their "fellows."
In the eyes of many Broken Ones, they were aliens who were expelled from the Draenei settlement, and now, they seem to have gained a rare "opportunity for revenge."
Akama has always been worried that something like this will happen, and he does not have the ability or qualifications to stop this behavior, so he has been taking the Graytongue clan away from Delaney's survival point, and only has contact with Delaney secretly.
Even so, the resentment in the hearts of the Broken Ones who suffered discrimination and rejection, as well as the growing negative emotions in their hearts after they turned into monsters, still led to today's situation.
Akama tried to confuse Illidan by asking the Broken Broken Ones of the Graytongue Clan to "do nothing" in this purge, but obviously, although some people followed the instructions of Akama, the great sage, But there are also people who want to vent their inner dissatisfaction.
Illidan's plan has been successful, not only cutting off the possibility of the Graytongue clan and the draenei joining forces, but also causing discord within the originally united Graytongue clan.
Now Akama is truly alone and helpless, and with part of his soul being manipulated, the possibility of escaping from Illidan's clutches is extremely slim.
Akama ignored Vashj's teasing eyes and walked slowly to a long-dead Draenei ranger - this warrior volunteered to stay behind in order to cover his teammates, and eventually died here. When he was dying, even though his body had been penetrated by several spears, his eyes still did not close, as if to ensure that his teammates had escaped far enough.
Akama brushed Delaney's eyes with his hands and whispered, "May all gods bless your soul...my friend..."
Vashj stared at Akama for a while, ignoring the Broken Shaman's affairs and refocusing his attention on commanding the battle and transforming Zangarmarsh.
"Calathres, take your people to clear this territory and install the water pump."
"As you command, my lady." Lord Karathres of the Deep Water held the Morning Star Warhammer, twisted his huge body, and slid out a clear trace in the muddy swamp, "Mologri, you idiot, Bring the water pump, follow me, and let your men watch those fungal giants, they are biological weapons that can be shaped!"
The sea giant Mologli was holding a huge water pump, and the ground trembled with his heavy footsteps.
Akama looked at the retreating figures of the sea giant and Naga and sighed: The war in the outer realm will probably never stop.
