In the prayer room, Velen woke up from the chaotic illusions and realized that something big had happened.
When he found Durotan outside the door, Velen's heart immediately rose to his throat, fear of the orcs welled up in his heart, and his body trembled non-stop.
In desperation, Velen could only pray to the Holy Light:
"Merciful Holy Light! Please help me to eliminate the evil in this world."
After a long while, the holy light came down, and a majestic voice echoed in Velen's ears:
"Velen, you have lived for tens of thousands of years. We have given you abundant holy light. You should handle this matter by yourself."
Velen opened his mouth in surprise and said blankly:
"But there are ferocious orcs outside..."
Holy Light accused him rudely:
"Velen, I know what you are afraid of. You are not afraid of the orcs, but you are worried about offending the moon god Elune. Now you need to make up your mind."
Orcs are the people of the moon god Elune.
From a long time ago, the wise Velen guessed the truth, so he was submissive and fearful of the orcs.
Now, Holy Light needs him to make a choice:
"Whether you are brutally killed and eaten by the orcs, or you choose to resist, Velen, you are strong enough to defeat the Frostwolf clan led by Durotan."
The golden light in Viren's eye sockets flashed fiercely, but soon went out. He didn't dare!
The Holy Light refused to help, but Velen knew there was another way.
The door of the prayer room opened, and Velen walked out. The tall Velen was two heads taller than Durotan.
Durotan became serious and felt the terrifying power of Holy Light from Velen, which was stronger than Hellscream, Kilrogg, and Blackhand combined.
This was a terrifying opponent that he had never seen before. Durotan held a pair of battle axes tightly, with gray tentacles appearing behind him, and he was ready for a hard fight.
Velen took a few steps and suddenly knelt on the ground with a plop, kowtowing to Durotan:
"I was wrong, I am a waste, kind Lord Durotan, please spare my life!"
A drop of sweat slipped quietly from Durotan's forehead. He had long heard that Velen was cowardly and feared the orcs the most. The rumors were true.
"Get him!"
Frostwolf soldiers swarmed forward. Two orcs held sharp spears and pierced Velen's shoulder blades. Another orc broke Velen's limbs.
Velen screamed in pain, but unfortunately he still did not dare to resist. Countless chains wrapped around Velen, and his mouth was filled with stones to ensure that he could not cast spells.
After doing all this, instead of feeling victorious, Durotan became a little worried.
Velen has a special identity and is backed by the Holy Light Legion. Do we really want to kill him?
Although he was tortured and dying, the light in Viren's eyes was still there, proving that he had not fallen into despair.
Durotan was secretly worried about how to deal with Velen.
Hellscream stepped forward, grinned, and slapped Velen's mouth hard:
"You old loser is still here today. Draenei will always be food for the orcs."
Kilrogg looked at Velen's eyes: "I am missing an eyeball. I wonder what will happen if I replace it with Velen's eyeball!"
Blackhand chuckled and said: "Why don't we dismantle Velen? If we replace it with Velen's skeleton, it probably won't be so painful when using the Holy Light."
Looking at Velen's prayer room, Durotan realized something.
It is the Holy Light that supports Velen. Even if Velen is crushed to ashes, the Holy Light still has a way to resurrect him.
It's a pity that Virengao looked at himself, and you really thought that the Holy Light could not live without you.
Thinking of this, Durotan smiled faintly and walked into the prayer room, closing the door tightly.
Hellscream and the others were puzzled, and Velen's eyes showed uneasiness as his breath was weak.
The rich power of holy light filled the prayer room. Durotan opened his arms and said loudly:
"Great Holy Light, I can do what Velen can do. I dare to do what Velen doesn't dare to do. Why not let me replace Velen."
Holy Light did not respond to Durotan, who sneered:
"I don't know what the Light has planned in Draenor, but please believe me, I can destroy everything."
Powerful shadow power surged out of Durotan's body, comparable to the holy light in the prayer room.
Holy Light finally responded and said hesitantly:
"We have cooperated with Velen for tens of thousands of years. Although he has disappointed us time and time again, Durotan, go back. For the sake of the moon god Elune and Gromgar, the Holy Light will not care about what you do tonight.
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Durotan seemed to give up, put away the power of shadow, took a few steps back, then suddenly turned around and said:
"Look, I'm just an orc with a short-lived life of only a few decades. Different from long-lived species like Velen, why can't you trust me? It's just a few decades of cooperation. In Velen's long life,
It’s nothing, maybe after this lesson, Viren’s performance can satisfy the Holy Light.”
The prayer room was quiet for a while. Velen's performance probably disappointed the Holy Light, so he quickly responded:
"Okay, Durotan, the Holy Light believes in you for the time being, but you have to remember that you can torture Velen and humiliate him, but you must not kill him."
"I promise!" Durotan said with a smile.
A golden mark slowly fell and stayed on Durotan's head.
This is the mark of the Naaru, representing the trust of the Naaru.
At the same time, outside the prayer room, the Naaru mark on Velen's head disappeared.
"No, no, how could this happen?"
The uneasy Viren suddenly fell into panic, screaming in his heart.
The door to the prayer room opened, and Durotan walked out with a smile, pointing to the Naaru mark on his head and saying:
"Velan, look, the Holy Light chose me, and you are just an abandoned waste."
Velen's eyes shone with golden light, like two little suns. He spat out the stone in his mouth, the spear on his shoulder blade melted, and his injuries recovered in an instant.
Explosive holy light filled the entire palace, dazzling the eyes, and the entire palace was shaking, as if there was an earthquake.
Durotan hurriedly used the power of shadow to protect his whole body, while Hellscream and the other three were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, trembling.
"Holy Light, please don't leave me."
Velen never had the courage to fight against the orcs, so he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. Several golden lights flashed, and Velen used the Holy Light Leap and disappeared.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Robbie sneaked into the palace.
In Viren's study, Robbie found the drawings of the Washoe Valley construction site!
Just as Robbie guessed, this is a pyramid-shaped building. On the drawing, a thick holy light penetrates vertically into the spire and reflects from the four sides of the pyramid in all directions.
"This should be a device that harnesses the power of the Holy Light!" Robbie analyzed secretly.
If the construction is successful, the world of Dranu will be filled with the power of the Holy Light. The Holy Light represents order, although it does not like the Naaru's monopoly on the Holy Light.
"This is..."
Robbie saw a straight shaft on the drawing, with the image of Naaru in it.
"A device that attracts the arrival of the Naaru. The Holy Light can descend on Draenor, but the Naaru absolutely cannot."
In an instant, Robbie made up his mind, put the drawings back in their original places, and quietly left the luxurious palace.
Silence returned to the palace, and the light-forged orcs got up from the ground. Hellscream and the others felt ashamed. Under Velen's holy light, only Durotan stood upright.
Durotan raised his hands high, and the two powers of shadow and holy light surrounded his body.