At dawn in Nagrand, the fog has not yet dissipated.
Since the Lightforged Orcs entered the Warsong Clan's territory, Velen refused to meet any visitors. He locked himself in a secret room and carefully searched for the guidance of the Holy Light.
Previously, Velen's prayers would only be seen in fragments, like picking a leaf from the forest.
But this time it was different. Velen was taught by Naaru on the planet Argus, and his strength greatly increased, and his ability to predict was significantly improved.
Visions abounded, and the future clearly appeared in front of Velen.
What he saw was no longer leaves, but paths in the jungle.
The energy of the holy light surged, and the sounds of the orcs greeting each other came from the window, and the light-forged orcs completed their morning prayers.
Viren chooses among many illusions and searches hard for the highest path to power.
In many visions, Velen dies.
In more hallucinations, Velen chose to live in seclusion, and from then on he remained alone for the rest of his life.
This is not what Velen wants. What he needs is to stand above the gods, and he needs to rule the universe.
Finally, he saw a bright road.
He saw himself transformed into a giant, shining brightly, floating in the air like a god. There was a large group of people kneeling on the ground, most of them were confused, and only a few faces could be seen clearly. Among them were orcs and draenei.
The light-forged orcs, as well as the light-forged draenei, chant Velen's name devoutly.
The golden holy light fell from the sky, using Velen as the medium, and spread out in all directions. The abyss of death opened, and familiar faces came out one by one, praising the holy light loudly.
The illusion ended here, shattered into countless light spots, and a satisfied smile appeared on Velen's lips.
The road must be taken step by step, and you must first become the God of Draenor.
Velen stood up and pushed open the door. Sunlight poured into the secret room. Hell roared. Kilrogg and others had been waiting for a long time. They knelt on the ground piously, letting the dew wet their foreheads.
"Get up, I want to hear good news."
Kilrogg took the lead and said flatteringly:
"Great Prophet, the scouts we sent had news. They went deep into the gathering place of the Draenei, but unfortunately they did not see any living people."
Hellscream sneered: "I guess they must be hiding, a bunch of cowards."
Velen frowned. He saw the Lightforged Draenei in his vision. This path was obviously wrong.
"Keep looking. If you can't find the Draenei, you will all be punished." Velen's voice was extremely majestic.
"Ha! Velen, why do you expect a bunch of brainless trash."
It was Khadgar who spoke. Although the orc chiefs looked angry, they could only suppress their anger in their hearts.
Khadgar strode over and looked at several orc chiefs with disdain:
"I used to be afraid of them. I thought they were all great heroes, but I didn't expect them to be useless trash."
Bowing to Velen, Khadgar looked slightly satisfied and said:
"I discovered a group of Draenei in Karabor Temple, calling themselves the Lightsworn. Their leader is Akama."
"Akama, that two-faced and despicable villain?"
Akama in Outland first took refuge in Illidan and relied on the power of the traitor Illidan to defeat the abyss lord Magtheridon. Then he betrayed Illidan and led adventurers to attack the Black Temple, almost ruining Illidan's major event.
Velen is quite prejudiced about this. Although this is Akama in the world of Draenor, human nature will not change.
Velen had no objection to Akama, but when he thought of the light-forged draenei in the illusion, he could only patiently say:
"Let Akama come to see me."
Akama in the Draenor timeline did not turn into the ugly Broken One. He was as tall as the other draenei. When they met, he fell to his knees on the ground with a plop and burst into tears:
"Velen, I thought I would never see you again. You have to make the decision for us. Since your death, Yrel has gone the other way, abandoned the Holy Light, and betrayed the Draenei ancestors."
Velen was very unhappy when he heard the word "fall", waved his hand and said:
"Get up and talk. Tell me in detail where the draenei have gone."
Akama cried and recounted the recent events.
After Yrel became the leader of the Draenei, he made secret preparations for a long time, such as secretly sending people to the Storm Fortress, using spells prohibited by Velen to recall the souls of the ancestors, and carrying out preliminary repairs to the Storm Fortress.
So when Yrel suddenly launched an attack and announced the abolition of the Faith in the Holy Light, facing the Storm Fortress floating above the Karabor Temple, almost all opposition voices were extinguished.
There are only a few die-hards, among whom Akama is the most determined, who would rather die than board the Storm Fortress, hiding inside the Karabor Temple and continuing to serve the Holy Light.
Yrel adopted a relatively mild lobbying method, and did not embarrass them if he persisted.
Just the night before yesterday, Storm Fortress left Karabor Temple and flew to no one knows where.
"The draenei escaped."
Velen secretly took a breath. This was not good. Although he had become the leader of the Lightforged Orcs, he had never regarded these barbaric guys as his tribe.
He still wanted to return to his tribe, continue to dominate, and trade souls with Naaru in private.
"Akama, how many Draenei are there who serve the Holy Light?"
Akama smiled bitterly and said: "Less than a thousand people."
Viren nodded and said calmly:
"I just finished praying, and the prophecy has been clearly presented in front of me. Yrel has chosen a path of destruction, and the Storm Fortress will be reduced to ashes in a meteor shower. I wanted to stop her, but I didn't expect it to be too late.
, Fortunately, the fire of the Draenei people has not been extinguished. Akama, you will stay by my side from now on, and work with me to create the glory of the Draenei people."
Akama raised his head and saw Viren's wise eyes, which seemed to have understood everything. Warmth surged in his heart. This familiar feeling made Akama feel that he had support, and he was moved to tears.
"Great Prophet Velen, I am willing to be loyal to you forever."
Akama led the draenei to surrender to Velen, and Velen personally helped them infuse them with holy light and became light-forged draenei.
The news spread quickly, and among the crowd, a light-forged orc was indignant.
"Akama, I have not forgotten your betrayal. I did not treat you badly in Shadowmoon Valley, but what have you done?"
After another thought, the light-forged orc showed a strange smile:
"You can betray me, and of course you will betray Prophet Velen. All it takes is a little trick."
In the orbit of the Draenor world, the Storm Fortress slowly rotates around Draenor. The ship has not yet been repaired and cannot fly long distances.
After learning that it was not the Burning Legion that entered the world of Dranu, but the Lightforged Orcs led by Velen, Yrel tilted his head and thought for a while, then said to the staff beside him:
"I know the history of the Draenei people in the parallel world. I once imagined how great it would be if Velen could become the leader of the orcs. Haha, my dream has finally come true."
Maraad, who was in his soul state, said: "The light-forged orcs have not yet established a stable foothold, so it is a good time to eliminate them."
Yrel waved his hand and said:
"After destroying Velen, who will come next? Neither the Eredar mage of the Legion nor the Naaru representing the Holy Light can be dealt with, so let Velen stay in Draenor to help us delay.