The light-cast cathedral has a high dome, and the golden holy light flows slowly, forming the shadow of Naaru, like a god overlooking everyone.
Facing the totem that Zesia took out, Prophet Velen only felt his scalp numb.
Akama's eyes widened and he didn't know how to defend himself. Sweat was flowing down his cheeks.
A shaman never loses his totem, just like a paladin never loses his sacred covenant.
Viren slowly closed his eyes. After thousands of years, he had seen through everything. He quickly calmed down and said calmly:
"The Holy Light has already predicted this day, Akama, do you know you were wrong?"
Akama fell to his knees on the ground with a plop, his body shaking like chaff, panicking.
Velen waved his hand and said: "Today we should thank the Holy Light. It is the Holy Light that brings hope to Draenor. Come on, let us praise the Holy Light together."
Everyone didn't know why, but their praise of the Holy Light was unmistakable. Everyone prayed with Velen.
After the prayer ended, Velen said nothing, just snorted coldly, got up and left the Lightforge Cathedral.
This is Velen's response, procrastination.
This matter is difficult to handle. If Akama is punished justly, it will chill the hearts of the Lightforged Draenei.
If Akama is defended forcefully, the Lightforged Orcs will feel dissatisfied.
It is better to postpone it for a while first. After the heat is over, no one will care about this matter anymore, and no matter how Velen handles it, it will not cause any waves.
Akama, Kilrogg, and Zethia, who were the parties involved, must have been restless and under great psychological pressure during this period. Velen's verdict was a relief to them.
No matter how you look at it, delaying it will be beneficial to Velen.
It's just that Akama made such a mistake, Velen could no longer reuse him, and temporarily asked him to go home and think about his mistakes behind closed doors.
The Lightforged Draenei must be led by someone, so Velen began to pay attention to who was suitable to replace Akama. After several days of observation, Amador, transformed by Aman'Thul, came into Velen's field of vision.
Amado was Akama's assistant and had a high status among the Lightforged Draenei. Coupled with Aman'Thul's deliberate performance, Velen was very satisfied.
Therefore, Amado naturally replaced Akama and became the leader of the Lightforged Draenei.
The sun was shining brightly, and Velen, accompanied by Hellscream, Kilrogg, Amado and others, inspected the Washu Valley construction site. His face was gloomy all the way, and everyone was confused.
Until the end of the inspection, Velen's face became increasingly ugly, and the orcs were confused. Aman'Thul rolled his eyes and understood.
After the inspection, Aman'Thul found an opportunity to get close to Velen.
It's not that Aman'Thul never thought of killing Velen and replacing him, but Velen's identity is different and the Holy Light pays great attention to him. Aman'Thul has no confidence in hiding it from the Naaru.
"Prophet, although I believe in the Holy Light, the orcs are used to being tired and lazy, so the construction period will inevitably be delayed."
Someone actually guessed his thoughts. Velen felt a little relieved and said angrily:
"The Holy Light has given the orcs power, but they don't know how to be grateful. If we follow this pace, I'm afraid they won't be able to complete it in ten years."
Aman'Thul looked sad and sighed deliberately:
"Orcs are lazy at heart. Even if they are taught by the Holy Light, the effect is still not good. My suggestion is to cultivate a new batch of orcs and let them believe in the Holy Light from their mother's womb."
Wei Lun's expression changed and he asked with interest:
"But it takes more than ten years for orcs to grow. It's too late."
"You can use holy light to induce birth." Aman'Thul took the initiative to offer advice: "Use the method of holy light to allow orc women to have a pregnancy period of only three days, and then use seven days to grow into adults. Because they have received the holy light since they were young, they do not need food, only food.
We need enough holy light to be able to work tirelessly twenty-four hours a day without complaint."
Velen's eyelids twitched and he glanced at Aman'Thul warily. He had never heard that holy light could have such wonderful effects.
Aman'Thul didn't care about Velen's attitude. Suspicion and jealousy were inevitable, and he continued to talk:
"The Lightforged Draenei have learned my method and can give birth to 10,000 orcs a day. In other words, in ten days, we will have 10,000 adult orcs every day. It won't be long before new lightforged orcs are all over Nagrand.
, great things can be accomplished.”
Velen pondered for a long time. Using the Holy Light in this way was beyond Velen's understanding. He felt very uncomfortable, but unfortunately he had no choice, so he said in embarrassment:
"I know this method, but it is against ethics and may cause dissatisfaction among the orcs."
Aman'Thul was secretly amused and swore deliberately and sincerely:
"Prophet, why don't you leave this matter to me, I will bear all the responsibilities."
Velen smiled and patted Aman'Thul on the shoulder: "I can rest assured that you are doing your job."
Ten days later, 10,000 New Light Forged Orcs joined, causing an uproar.
Because he received the Holy Light from his mother's womb, the new light-cast beast body has a well-proportioned body and a kind face.
Compared to the old light-forged orcs, their strength is comparable and their endurance is almost unlimited. They don't need to rest, sleep, or even eat. In addition to praying every day, they work.
More importantly, they have extremely devout beliefs, never know fatigue, and are as obedient as machines.
Comparing the two, the old light-forged orcs felt that they had been eliminated, and dissatisfaction grew.
With the addition of 10,000 new light-forged orcs every day, they quickly overwhelmed the old light-forged orcs in numbers, and the old light-forged orcs dared not speak out in anger.
Late that night, after a hard day's work, Hellscream, Kilrogg, and Blackhand gathered together to discuss.
"Let me tell you, what do you think of this New Light Forged Orc?" Hellscream asked tentatively.
Blackhand roared angrily: "They are just a group of machines, slaves of the Draenei. I have talked with them and they have completely lost the tradition of the orcs. I do not recognize them as orcs."
Kilrogg covered his blind left eye and whispered: "We orcs can stand in the world of Draenor because of our indomitable spirit. Although we have accepted the Holy Light, we still maintain ourselves, but
The New Light Forged Orcs made me aware of the crisis. If things go on like this, we will definitely be eliminated by the New Light Forged Orcs."
Hellscream nodded: "The matter is already very serious. If these New Light Forged Orcs are the only ones left in the world of Draenor, the orcs will actually have perished and become vassals of the Draenei. We must resist."
Kilrogg wondered: "But the New Light Forged Orcs are far more numerous than us, and they obey the orders of the Draenei. We are no match."
The three orc chiefs fell into thinking and could not find a way for a long time.
"What a bunch of idiots. It is precisely because there are chiefs like you among the orcs that they are in today's predicament."
A sarcastic voice came from a female orc, and Hellscream asked vigilantly:
"Who is it?"
The person who appeared in front of the three of them was Zesia, followed by Akama.
It turned out that Viren deliberately delayed the matter, giving Akama a chance to breathe. He found Zesia in private, and the two reached a reconciliation and agreed to collude with each other.
What Akama couldn't bear was that his adjutant Amado actually climbed on top of him. Seeing that he would never get ahead, under Zesia's instigation, he developed a rebellious heart.
Akama blinked and smiled: "Although the light-forged orcs are strong, they have one weakness, and that is their devout faith."