The midday sun hangs high in the sky, burning the construction site in Nagrand.
The light-forged orcs worked hard with their hands bare, using their short lives to create infinite value, with smiles of satisfaction on their faces.
With the efforts of millions of New Light Casting Orcs, the foundation of the pyramid has been completed, and the construction of the main building has begun. Huge boulders were quarried from the mountain, polished and shaped, and piled up like bricks. Hot iron liquid was poured into the gaps.
And reinforced with powerful holy light magic.
Viren watched the busy construction site from a distance, feeling secretly proud in his heart.
If everything goes well, it won't be long before he becomes the master of this place again.
Velen's plan can be said to be comprehensive and watertight. If it were implemented by Velen himself, it would have a high success rate.
It's a pity that Viren is naturally timid and doesn't dare to take this risk.
Suddenly, an unpleasant thought came to Velen's heart, as if there were some fatal details that he had overlooked.
This was terrible. Velen looked up at the sky and felt that the sun was particularly dazzling.
While Velen was hesitating, a New Light Forged Orc handed Velen a box.
"Who asked you to send it?" Viren asked.
The New Light Forged Orc thought for a long time before spitting out a name.
"Lord Durotan."
What's the meaning?
Velen didn't know why, so he waved his hand to let the New Light Forged Orcs leave, and opened the box, which contained a rune stone.
The familiar rune stone, Durotan used the exact same rune stone to escape.
Carefully putting away the rune stones, Velen finally felt at ease for some reason.
In the afternoon, the sun was not so fierce. Black Hand came to Velen with a puzzled look on his face and whispered:
"Lord Korgall invites you."
"Why is the construction site still calm when things have been successful? It doesn't seem like something big happened."
Velen was confused and followed Blackhand to the ogre's head tent.
In the gorgeous tent, many experts from Highmaul were present. The head of state, Malgok, was sitting on the throne with a gloomy face. There was something on the table in front of him.
High-power particle beam weapons, the extinction of the Eredar.
Damn it, Velen's heart sank, and several masters from Highmaul approached him.
Kor'gall's betrayal failed, or he was betrayed.
Margok stared at Velen and said with a smile: "Kol'gall told me that this weapon is called the Eredar's Extermination."
Viren immediately turned pale, beads of sweat flowed down his face like a river, and his legs became weak.
Margok asked with some confusion: "Why would you trust such a powerful weapon to Kogar?"
Viren forced a smile, but couldn't say anything. Any excuses were useless at this moment.
Margok sneered:
"You probably don't know how loyal Kogal is to me. Ever since you visited him on an excuse, he told me that you had evil intentions. I secretly granted him permission to pretend to cooperate with you."
Velen could no longer control himself and collapsed on the ground, his mind buzzing as he really couldn't figure out why Ko'gall betrayed him.
If it is really Korgall, he may have been convinced by Velen.
Unfortunately, there is another Velen's soul hidden in Kor'gall's body. In his heart, Velen from a different era is his biggest enemy.
Margok was a little embarrassed: "You are the one favored by Naru, so I have always respected you, but since you want to betray me, how can I convince the public if you don't punish me? Someone suggested that I use Holy Spirit on you.
I don’t think it’s appropriate to use light fanaticism. Based on your understanding of the Holy Light, I’m afraid this magic won’t be very effective.”
Seeing Velen's face getting darker and darker, Margok continued: "So I accept Ko'gall's opinion, and the only way to make it safe is to kill you."
"Use this particle light-forged weapon to destroy the Eredar." Margok carefully observed Velen's expression.
Velen just smiled bitterly, quickly took out the rune stone, crushed it, and disappeared.
"It's Durotan!"
Margok recognized the rune stone and frowned deeply.
Velen fell from the air and quickly touched the ground, looking around quickly.
The light was dim, and the throne covered with thick animal skins was right in front of him. Durotan, covered in white wolf skin, stood beside the throne.
"Weilen, we meet again."
"What is this place?" Viren asked.
"Thunder God Clan, Gromgar's bones are safe here." Durotan said with a smile.
Velen stood up and asked cautiously: "How did you know that Ko'gall betrayed me? And you sent the rune stone in advance."
Durotan squinted his eyes and smiled: "Have you forgotten? I was once the leader of the light-forged orcs, and the holy light has not abandoned me."
It turned out to be a prophecy obtained from the Holy Light. Velen beat his feet and chest unwillingly:
"I don't understand why Kogar betrayed me. I know people very well, but Kogar is rebellious."
Durotan smiled and said: "Velen, you probably don't know what happened to Washugu, right?"
Viren was stunned for a moment.
Cho'gall suffered a defeat at O'Shugu, and the truth was deliberately concealed except by exaggerated rumors.
Durotan said mysteriously: "We met a ghost in Washugu. He is very powerful. Velen, the prophet of this era."
"What?"
Viren was stunned.
Durotan said regretfully: "The ghost used the flesh and blood of the draenei to create a monster, and then disappeared mysteriously. I remember that he was the one who severely wounded Kor'gall."
"Could it be that Ko'gall is the slave of the ghost Velen?" Velen speculated.
"Or, Korgall's body has been taken over by the ghost Velen." Durotan gave another possibility.
Viren covered his head and sighed:
"I really didn't expect that I had so many calculations, but I fell into my own hands. Why not tell the head of state Margok about this, so that they can feel dissatisfied and kill each other."
"We don't have any evidence. Margok is not a suspicious person."
Durotan said worriedly:
"Even if Mar'gok knows the truth, he is just cooperating with another Velen, which will not be of any help to us."
"I'm not willing to give in. I must take back the position that belongs to me." Velen clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
Durotan said seriously: "Velen, we are all losers. To tell you the truth, we are only temporarily safe, but when the construction site in Washugu is completed and the Age of Holy Light comes, Gromgar will not be able to protect you and me. We will all be safe."
die."
Viren was dejected and smiled bitterly:
"Isn't there a cemetery in the world of Argus? If I had known that I would join the Burning Legion, Kil'jaeden is an old friend of mine and would be happy to see me change my mind."
"It's not time to despair yet." Durotan comforted:
"My method is to confuse the situation and take advantage of the troubled waters. Velen, you are from Azeroth. Do you have the coordinates of that world?"
Velen's eyes lit up, and he turned from worry to joy and said: "Of course, we grabbed part of the Storm Fortress and successfully crashed it in Azeroth because we had the coordinates."
Durotan laughed excitedly and said:
"I see hope of victory. Camp Axefall and the tribe's fortress are all deserted. We can rebuild a dark portal leading to Azeroth."