In the illusion of holy light, the nine Borat elders turned around together, staring at Velen with bright or dark eyes, as if the electronic eyes of the semi-mechanical body were trying to see through him.
"Azeroth already has faith in the Holy Light. Doesn't it need you to spread it?" A stern voice came into Velen's ears.
Velen explained obediently:
"Please listen to my explanation. The alliance races in Azeroth do not have enough faith in the Holy Light. I will let everyone accept the Holy Light. No matter rich or poor, noble or low, they will all become servants of the Holy Light."
"This is meaningless, Velen." The Legion of Holy Light said very unhappy: "Originally, you should have been punished with the most terrible punishment, but now we have changed our minds. You must rise from the bottom, wake up from the suffering, set an example, and show respect to others.
Unbelievers spread the Holy Light. You have to eradicate the evil traitors and destroy the evil enemies. You will have a new identity and the Holy Light will be with you."
The illusion shattered, and Velen's vision went blank with the blazing holy light.
Velen only felt the world spinning for a while, and he saw his two-headed ogre body getting further and further away.
It was like flying in the clouds, crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, flying over the vast ocean, and finally docked in a warm harbor.
Suddenly, Viren sat up and looked around in surprise.
This is a market, bustling with people, and surrounded by pandas.
There were a few white clouds floating in the blue sky, and the cries of pandaren could be heard constantly. Velen sat for a long time, looking at a pair of unfamiliar palms, lost in thought.
Thoughts came to mind, and Viren understood his situation.
Pandaria, Vale of Eternal Blossoms, and the Pandaren Breeding Farm established by Taran Zhu.
With supreme power, the Holy Light took out his soul and injected it into a Pandaren.
The panda named Werther is well-educated, good at poetry and painting, sentimental, and is a well-known speaker.
It is said that his speech can promote the freshness and tenderness of the meat of the pandas, which is particularly popular among the pandas and is considered a first-class food.
Of course, he will inevitably become food, but unlike ordinary pandas, he will only provide services to the most noble guests in the future.
"Could it be that the purpose of Holy Light is to let me spread faith among the Pandaren?" Velen was secretly surprised.
The Pandaren of Pandaria believe in the True Qi Martial Arts and are very resistant to the Way of the Holy Light. Their deep-rooted thoughts that have lasted for tens of thousands of years are difficult to change.
Velen covered his head helplessly. It was too difficult to spread the Holy Light among the Pandaren. This was an almost impossible task.
Checking himself, this body is not strong. The power of the Holy Light has been sealed. At this moment, Velen is just an ordinary Pandaren.
"What should I do?" Velen had estimated various punishments, but he didn't expect to become a panda.
"Witt, it's your turn to speak on stage."
A female pandaren named Lotte nudged Velen with her shoulder.
Velen instinctively took the speech and walked up to the podium in a naive manner. Below him was a large group of pandaren spectators, like ducks stretching their necks, staring at Velen intently.
Veren is no stranger to speeches. For a long time, Veren's speeches have been very provocative, at least he thinks so.
Unrolling his speech, Weilen said impassionedly:
"Once upon a time, some kobolds laughed at us, saying you pandaren were just food for the orcs; some jinyu people slandered us, saying you were just lowly livestock."
"I laughed."
"How ridiculous, how ignorant, how can they understand the greatness of the Pandaren. Our brave Pandaren were born to save Azeroth. We are proud, we are proud. My dear compatriots, don't believe those rumors and cynicism.
We go our own way and let them say whatever they want."
"In Azeroth, there is no greater race than us Pandaren. We walk at the forefront of all races with our heads held high. We are the most delicious food in Azeroth. We are proudly eaten by the orcs. We are so great.
With such dedication, why let others judge us? We live a valuable and fulfilling life."
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Velen's speech was very successful, and with his exaggerated body language, he won rounds of applause. Many of the pandas were moved to tears.
When the speech ended, the pandas gave warm applause, and Lotte stared at Velen curiously.
"You are a little different today."
Viren shrugged and said, "This is my normal level."
After finishing today's speech, Viren came to a spacious hall.
The tea exuded a delicate fragrance, and more than a dozen panda wise men gathered together, sipping tea and debating fiercely.
It is said that progress can only be achieved through the collision of ideas. Velen found his place, his furry ears twitching, listening to their arguments.
The topic of discussion was the status of the pandaren among the various tribes in Pandaria. One party believed that the status of the pandaren was second only to the noble orcs and above humans.
The other side believes that pandaren should be on an equal footing with orcs. Although they are food for orcs, this is just a different division of labor and there is no distinction between superiority and inferiority.
Velen smoothed the hair on his head and listened to the heated debate between the two sides. He did not expect that the panda people regarded their status so highly.
"Witt, what do you think of the status of the Pandaren?" an old Pandaren asked.
Velen said calmly: "I think the status depends on the history of the race and its contribution to Azeroth. The Pandaren have a long history. They had established a great civilization long before the world fell.
In comparison, before the Dark Portal opened, the orcs were just a barbarian clan and could not even be called a civilization. In my opinion, the status of the pandaren is higher than that of the orcs."
The old panda man was touched and said with a smile: "Very good, a brand new point of view. Of course, we should not be blindly confident and recognize the gap with the orcs before. The brilliant achievements of the panda people will definitely impress all the races in Azeroth."
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Everyone started a new round of discussion on the new point of view proposed by Velen. Velen only found it funny and almost laughed out loud. Don't these pandas know that they are just food for raising?
"How to spread the Holy Light to the Pandaren?" Velen was still having a headache.
Suddenly, Velen realized that pandaren were just lowly animals and had no right to speak. What they should believe in would only depend on their master.
The owner of the pandaren in the Valley of Eternal Blossoms is Taran Zhu. It would be better if Jaina could be found.
Only by convincing Taran Zhu or Jaina can the Holy Light be spread among the Pandaren.
Thinking of this, Velen's thoughts were wandering, his eyes were moving wildly, and he was thinking about countermeasures.
After the debate, a two-meter wise man was honored to be selected as Garrosh's dinner, and he bid farewell to everyone with an excited look.
Everyone present also stood up and congratulated the two people with smiles on their faces.
Viren touched his nose and watched the two lucky people leave, and a ridiculous idea came to his mind.
"If it can be used as food, I might have a chance to meet Zhu Talan and Jaina."
After dinner, there was another heated debate, and the two missing positions were filled by newcomers.
The topic of this discussion is the traitors among the pandaren, the evil-infected people in the Shado Temple led by the wanderer Zhou Zhuo, and the panda tribes scattered throughout the country.
Of course, everyone here spared no effort to criticize the traitors. One old man was so angry that his beard was fluttering.
"There must be zero tolerance for traitors. I suggest the establishment of a law enforcement force..."