Prophet Velen did not just say it casually, it has historical origins.
When Kil'jaeden discovered traces of the draenei in Draenor, he did not directly send the Burning Legion's army. Instead, he took great pains to encourage the orcs to destroy the draenei.
The purpose of Kil'jaeden's move was to tell Prophet Velen: Your decision back then was wrong. Without the protection of evil energy and relying only on the Holy Light, you could not even defeat the lagging orcs.
Kil'jaeden the Deceiver wanted to see Velen forced to accept fel power for the sake of his people.
But before Velen was so stubborn, he would rather watch the draenei being slaughtered by the orcs and almost annihilate the race than succumb to the temptation of evil energy.
Velen won the duel and maintained his dignity.
Those Draenei who were eaten by the orcs died for the free will of the Draenei and for the dignity of Velen. It is an honor to die gloriously and with greatness.
Velen, who had lived for countless years, could sacrifice his own people at will, but Muradin couldn't do it, and his heart couldn't be so hard.
Moira knelt on the ground in pain, and Velen destroyed her power of fire.
Muradin couldn't bear it, and secretly made up his mind: As long as Moira is alive, she can create more flame dwarves at any time. This is the dwarf family's trump card, the last trump card.
Not only must Moira be saved, but she must continue to be the queen of the Dark Iron dwarves.
Moira looked at Velen bitterly and cursed: "You monster with a tail, you all will not die well. Sooner or later you will be caught by the Burning Legion and endure endless pain. This is your retribution, you
His son will kill you with his own hands, just like Jaina."
Velen's face was distorted with anger. He hated it when others talked about his son. This was a problem of his. His anger made him forget Muradin's warning, and a large ball of holy light condensed in his palm:
"Ignorant dwarf, you don't know how to repent. The Holy Light is kind, but the Holy Light will never allow evil to survive. Burn it to ashes under the Holy Light."
"Bang!"
A bright hammer hit Velen on the head, and Muradin roared: "Prophet Velen, Ironforge is not a place for you to run wild, get out, you monster with a tail."
The dwarves present shouted together.
"Get out, get out."
"Incompetent and cowardly Draenei, get out of Azeroth. You are just food for the orcs. You are not worthy of being a member of the Alliance."
Velen's magic was forcibly stopped, and the Storm Hammer almost knocked him out. The dwarves immediately turned against him, which he did not expect.
Varian on the side said loudly: "We can leave Ironforge, but you must hand over Anduin. He is my son, and you have no right to detain him."
Velen finally remembered the purpose of his trip and hurriedly said: "I have no intention of being an enemy of the dwarves. Azeroth is in danger. Prince Anduin must be found. Dwarves, don't be stubborn. Please hand over Anduin immediately, otherwise
You bear the consequences at your own risk.”
Muradin responded stubbornly: "Velen, you must speak responsibly, we don't know Prince Anduin."
Falstad Wildhammer then said: "I have never heard of Anduin, Varian, is he your son? You are a really good father."
Varian said righteously: "For Azeroth, I am willing to sacrifice Anduin. It has nothing to do with you dwarves."
Velen nodded appreciatively: "King Varian understands justice well and deserves to be the leader of the alliance. Leave everything to me."
Velen narrowed his eyes and muttered: "The omnipotent holy light guides me, allowing Prince Anduin to come to me on his own initiative."
The bright power of holy light once again enveloped Velen. The holy light spread like waves and soon covered the entire Ironforge. Not long after, Velen opened his eyes and nodded.
Screams of grievance came from afar, and a young man was seen wrapped in bright holy light and fell in front of the prophet Velen. The lion mask on his head fell to the ground, revealing Anduin's frightened face.
"Prince Anduin, the Draenei will never impose anything on others. Are you willing to sacrifice for Azeroth?" Velen asked with a smile.
Anduin, who was wrapped in the Holy Light, wanted to refuse, but unfortunately, under the control of the Holy Light, his voice was: "This is my honor, for Azeroth."
Viren smiled happily: "What a good boy."
Muradin wanted to stop him, but after hearing what Anduin said, and the powerful holy light controlled by Velen, Muradin felt afraid from the bottom of his heart, and could only pretend that he didn't see anything.
Moira screamed, rushed towards Velen, tore his beard hard, and shouted loudly: "I will definitely take revenge. I swear, you will not die a good death."
Velen's beard had many roots torn off, and he was a little embarrassed. He could only use the holy light to flick Moira away, and said to Muradin: "The orcs led by the great savior Thrall are the only hope of this world. I hope
You can understand that without the orcs, there would be no Azeroth."
After that, Velen and King Varian left Ironforge. The two talked all the way. Velen said to Varian with admiration:
"Your Majesty the King, as the saying goes, you can help all sentient beings by giving up your family. Azeroth is facing a crisis. Your ability to give up the father-son relationship with Anduin is unparalleled."
Varian waved his hand and said, "I just did a trivial thing for Azeroth."
Velen added: "Saving Azeroth is everyone's responsibility and obligation. We can't delay it any longer. I will rush to Theramore and hand over Anduin to Jaina."
With that, Velen tore open a teleportation scroll and said goodbye to Varian.
Theramore.
Jaina turned blue with anger and glared at a subordinate: "Is everything in the intelligence true? If you dare to tell any lies, I will pluck out your tongue."
The poor subordinate was trembling with fear. He was originally a low-level employee of the Dove of Peace. He accidentally saw Prince Liam insulting Jaina, so he recorded it and reported it. Unexpectedly, Jaina called him to testify.
"It's absolutely true." The subordinate trembled:
"The younger one didn't dare to hide anything. Prince Liam was uttering arrogant words. The younger one was right across from him. But some of the words were too harsh. The younger one was too frightened and didn't record them."
"Whatever Liam said, just tell me, I'll forgive you." Jaina asked with a twisted face.
The subordinate whispered: "Prince Liam said that you killed his father and seduced Prince Kael'thas. Prince Alsace looks down on you at all."
"You've really had enough."
An ice pick came towards me and froze my subordinates into ice sculptures, which shattered with a crash.
"Prince Liam, you brought this on yourself, you can't blame anyone else." Jaina began to think about countermeasures. She had to find a justifiable reason to kill Prince Liam.
She suddenly remembered Thrall's mission. Thrall needed a prince as a container. Although Prince Anduin was designated, Liam was also a prince.
A cold smile appeared on the corner of Jaina's mouth, and she said to herself fiercely: "Liam, it seems that I can only use you to replace Anduin and save Azeroth."