"Shameless! There are despicable people like you in Azeroth." Anduin was filled with indignation.
"People's hearts are corrupt, morals are corrupt, and the chief can't satisfy even his small appetites. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Viren shook his head in disappointment, with a heartbroken expression.
Under the blazing gazes of everyone, Master Haidt and Bain became the wrong side.
Master Haite shook his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, I won't change my mind."
Bain felt great pressure, dripping with sweat, and was a little shaken: "Let me think about it, please give me some time."
Anduin stood up and said domineeringly, "Stormwind City is willing to replace the Pandaren and provide food for Garrosh."
King Varian on the side looked very unhappy. Anduin was always making decisions, which meant that he did not take him seriously as a father. However, Varian would not conflict with Anduin over such a trivial matter.
not worth.
Wrathion smiled and said: "I think Garrosh wouldn't mind replacing the pandaren with humans."
Not to be outdone, Prophet Velen said: "The Exodar is also willing to provide Draenei ingredients. This is our honor."
Wrathion nodded: "The Draenei are the food of the orcs. The fine traditions of the Draenor world must continue to be carried forward."
Changing the topic, Wrathion added: "Warchief Garrosh has not eaten for a day and is in a state of hunger. This is not the way to treat guests. Since Prince Anduin and Prophet Velen are willing to provide food for the warchief,
Let’s start with you.”
Anduin and Velen were already prepared. The powerful power of holy light enveloped their bodies, and a pair of golden wings appeared on their backs, slowly flying into the air.
Both of them looked confident of winning. With one against two, there was no reason for failure.
Velen looked serious and said: "Wrathion, I was grateful to you for your teaching last time, and I just got it back today."
Anduin said seriously: "Wrathion, although you once saved my life, for the sake of the warchief and Azeroth, you and I must be enemies."
"It's up to you." Wrathion laughed wildly: "The old devil clown is vulnerable. You probably don't know it. Once you have fought with me, you can't even think of defeating me again."
Without even watching Wrathion cast a spell, a strange-looking young dragon suddenly appeared out of thin air, spread its wings and flew towards Anduin.
Then, Anduin felt the holy light in his body disappear quickly and fell from mid-air.
The young dragon stretched out a long arm and grabbed Anduin's waist:
"The young dragon has the blood of an orc, Anduin, you are honored to be the food of Warchief Garrosh." Wrathion said lightly.
"Velen save me." Anduin yelled.
At this moment, Velen had nothing to do, so Wrathion summoned dozens of orcs, floating in the air to surround Velen.
Velen was afraid of the orcs from the bottom of his heart. Although these orcs were just the lowest level of soldiers, and a ray of holy light could vaporize them all, Velen's timidity prevented him from taking action.
"Wrathion, if you have the ability to fight fairly, what is your ability to use conspiracy and calculation?"
The last time he was defeated at the hands of Wrathion, Velen sought several powerful Holy Light spells from the Naaru, and with the help of Anduin, he was even more powerful. He wanted to avenge his shame, but he didn't expect Wrathion to use this
A despicable means.
Dozens of orcs gathered towards Velen from all directions, including top, bottom, left and right, and soon Velen was wrapped in the center of the orcs.
"No!"
Velen finally broke out, and the power of the holy light bounced off the orcs.
Suddenly, a ferocious orc head appeared in front of Velen, which was the size of a house. It looked like Garrosh.
Velen was startled and was at a loss when the orc's head opened its mouth and spit out more than a dozen flame tentacles, which tightly wrapped around Velen.
You know, the outcome of a master's battle can only be decided by a thought. Wrathion made up Garrosh's head, causing Velen to be temporarily dull, and the victory was established in one fell swoop.
"Velen, you are also lucky to be the warchief's food together with Anduin."
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde watched indifferently, and no one was willing to help. In their hearts, Anduin and Velen, who spoke for Garrosh, were the enemies.
Suddenly, Velen's flaming ropes fell away, and Anduin escaped from the dragon's claws.
Wrathion seemed to have been prepared. Before Anduin and Velen could react, two shadow balls that had been prepared wrapped around their bodies.
At the same time, a rope made of holy light came out of Wrathion's sleeves and flew out of the window like a javelin, tying something firmly.
The rope of holy light was retracted, and a blood elf man was tied to the other end of the rope.
The blood elf man waved his hands repeatedly: "Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding. I am the bronze dragon Kairoz, here to judge Garrosh."
Wrathion snorted and reluctantly shook off the flame rope.
The bronze dragon Kairoz patted the dust on his body and announced loudly: "I brought a treasure called the Aspect of Time, which can be used to view Garrosh's experience and the history of the orcs, and to judge Garrosh's crimes.
.”
There was such a treasure. The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde took a step back and distanced themselves from Kairoz.
In Azeroth, no leader is clean. In their impeccable, glorious and great resumes, only they themselves know how many shameful and disgusting things they have done.
Kairoz scratched his head and added cautiously: "The Aspect of Time can only see the history of the orcs and the experience of Garrosh, and has no other functions."
The leaders were relieved now, but no one dared to approach Kairoz. What if he lied?
Velen and Anduin were sent as food to where Garrosh was imprisoned. During the trial period, they were eaten by Garrosh three times a day, using the most primitive raw food.
The jailer promised not to let Garrosh kill them. With the help of the Holy Light, no matter how serious the injuries were, they could recover, and the two men were not in danger of their lives.
Garrosh's food problem was solved, and the trial officially began.
Kairoz excitedly took out the Aspect of Time, which was a mirror-like magic weapon. According to Kairoz himself, it was made by combining the Sands of Time and the Stone of Era from the Eternal Island.
"I want to show you a certain point in the time stream to judge whether orcs are kind or not."
The phase of time rotates, and countless light points form images, which are clearly presented in front of everyone.
This is a majestic Draenei city, with neat streets, spacious houses, and crystal-like domes. If Velen were here, he would definitely be able to recognize the Draenei city of Telmo, but it has long been reduced to ruins.
At this moment, the city was filled with smoke, and countless orcs were slaughtering the draenei, led by two tall orcs.
One of the orcs is very familiar to everyone, wearing the skin of a white wolf, Thrall's father Durotan.
I saw Durotan leading the way, rushing into the Draenei civilians, wielding his battle ax to harvest the lives of the Draenei, his eyes were bloodshot, and he was yelling excitedly like a madman, seemingly enjoying it.
The leaders remained silent. After all, Thrall was standing by and wanted to give the savior face.
A little Draenei girl fell to the ground. An orc behind her raised a battle axe, but was kicked to the ground by Durotan.
Durotan carefully protected the little Draenei girl.
"Oh my god, Lord Durotan is more kind than Naaru." Bain said flatteringly.
"Chief Durotan is a light that warms my cold heart." Lor'themar said with emotion.
Killing a small evil in a city and saving one person is a great good. It is inherently unfair between people.