Among the dense crowd of draenei holy souls, an archbishop stepped forward to reason with Velen:
"Prophet Velen, we respect the Holy Light, but when we were slaughtered by the orcs, where was the Holy Light? At the most critical moment, the Holy Light abandoned us."
Viren looked up at the archbishop.
Twenty-five thousand years ago, they were good friends and worked together to lead the draenei to escape from the planet Argus.
Velen smiled sinisterly: "Twenty-five thousand years ago, you voluntarily escaped from the planet Argus with me, and now you are being slaughtered by orcs. How do you feel?"
The archbishop sighed and said: "I don't know what happened. Twenty-five thousand years ago, I was the best among the Eredar mages. With the wave of my hand, the mountains collapsed and the earth shattered. At that time, I could defeat Dra with one person.
I know all the orcs, but in the battle of Shattrath City, I couldn't defeat even a slightly stronger orc."
"Do you regret it?" Viren asked.
The archbishop looked at Velen blankly. In the past, Velen was always warm and convincing, but something was wrong today.
"Actually, I have been unwilling to face the speculation in my heart, Velen." The archbishop said with a painful expression: "I feel that the Holy Light is deceiving me."
Velen laughed loudly: "You are right. Giving up arcane energy, accepting Holy Light, and escaping from the Argus planet with me was the biggest mistake you made in your life. A group of wastes were massacred by orcs.
You asked for it all, who made you believe in me, this is your retribution."
As soon as these words came out, Draenei Holy Soul was in an uproar.
"Velan, you must be controlled by the Burning Legion. How could you say such a thing?"
"Holy light, the Velen in front of me must be a demon in disguise."
"We were fooled. We want to see the real Velen. Holy Light, please uncover the devil's disguise."
Viren laughed so hard that tears came out:
"Incompetent, trash. At this time, you are still protecting the Holy Light. After twenty-five thousand years of suffering, isn't this lesson enough? Look, the compatriots who accepted the evil energy back then worked on the planet Argus.
You are so powerful, look at you again, can you be so confused? It's really hard for you."
"No, I don't believe it, devil? Don't try to shake my faith in the Holy Light."
"Holy Light, please protect me? Give me enlightenment, let me clear the clouds and see hope."
"Prophet Velen? Where are you? There is a liar here deceiving us? He is speaking blasphemous words against the Holy Light."
After all, is it accompanied by twenty-five thousand years of holy light? Even if Velen reveals his true face, it still cannot shake the draenei's faith.
Only a few wise men looked at Velen in horror, as if they were falling into a dark abyss, with no hope at all.
The holy souls of the Draenei swarmed forward and were about to tear the liar in front of them to pieces.
Velen raised the scepter of Holy Light in his hand, and the Holy Light formed a wall, blocking all the Holy Souls.
"Look, this is the Holy Light that you believe in. You are so stubborn, come on? You fools who have been deceived, bear the price of believing in the Holy Light."
Velen whispered: "Holy Light Slavery."
The holy light formed countless golden chains, binding all the Draenei holy souls like poisonous snakes.
The holy souls of the Draenei howled and screamed, but could not escape the enslavement of the chains, which completely controlled them.
"Praise the Holy Light." Prophet Velen smiled.
The Draenei holy soul shouted expressionlessly: "Praise the great Holy Light."
"That's right." Prophet Velen said proudly: "You think I am begging you, but you are wrong, you trash, after twenty-five thousand years of oppression, you have lost your use value and burned your holy soul.
Fighting for the orcs who killed you is the retribution for believing in me."
A golden portal opened, and the holy souls of the enslaved Draenei lined up to enter the portal.
Target, Shadowmoon Valley, Black Temple.
In the meeting hall of the Dark Temple, Illidan sat on the throne bored, his thoughts constantly wandering away.
The blood elves of the Illidari Council watched the surveillance crystal meticulously.
In the gray mist of Shadowmoon Valley, a group of holy souls shining with golden light rushed towards the Dark Temple.
"The holy soul of the Draenei actually attacked us?"
Viles Shadow showed an incredulous expression.
Duchess Malander said worriedly:
"The Holy Soul is intangible and qualityless, immune to all physical damage. Only mage troops and demon hunters can hurt them, but once the Holy Soul self-destructs, its power is extraordinary."
Gazios the Breaker punched the table: "These damn draenei didn't have the courage to face the slaughter of the orcs back then."
High-level spiritualist Selevor came to the throne: "Lord Illidan, please allow me to activate the soul conduit."
The soul conduit is a device specially designed to absorb souls.
Many fel magics require souls as casting materials. The Burning Legion has a soul furnace, and the Dark Temple is full of soul conduits.
Illidan nodded.
A hemispherical device rose from the top of the Dark Temple.
The enslaved Draenei holy soul moved forward in an orderly manner.
Suddenly, streaks of black light shot into the queue of holy souls, making a harsh scream.
Like thousands of banshees screaming together, the Draenei holy souls all covered their heads with their hands and knelt on the ground in pain.
Immediately afterwards, the soul conduit produced a strong suction force, and the Draenei's holy soul was sucked into the soul conduit uncontrollably.
Deep underground in the Dark Temple, a huge soul millstone rotates slowly. The holy soul has no time to self-destruct before being crushed into soul fragments.
The Soul Box absorbs the broken soul fragments and stores them as excellent spellcasting materials.
Everything went very smoothly, and the Draenei Holy Soul had no time to cause harm, and instead became a source of supplies for the Dark Temple.
The blood elves of the Illidari Council celebrated happily, and Illidan on the throne was shocked.
A vague curse penetrated deeply into Illidan's body. If his spirit was not extraordinary, it would not have been discovered at all.
"What a powerful curse, so deep, weird and strange, like gangrene attached to the bones, it is extremely difficult to get rid of."
Illidan remained calm, frowning secretly, thinking about what went wrong.
Yes, the curse had been placed on the Draenei as early as 25,000 years ago.
Tens of thousands of years have long been integrated with their souls.
Illidan didn't check for a moment, but he fell into the trap.
"The ten-thousand-year layout of the Holy Light Legion is probably just a casual chess move. Maybe it will be used when. It's a bit interesting."
The corners of Illidan's mouth curled up slightly, becoming more and more interesting.
A demon hunter entered the ceremony hall in a dusty state and shouted while running:
"Lord Illidan, I am very happy."
The demon hunter sent a development crystal to record an image of Marton in the Broken Abyss.
In the dark void, there are countless floating islands floating, revealing a corner of a huge thing.
The whole body is golden, surrounded by crackling lightning, and covered with obscure ancient talismans.
"What's this?"
The Illidari Council looked carefully and could not tell what it was.
Illidan stood up suddenly, as calm as his whole body was shaking with excitement.
"Orodur was actually hidden in Marton by Sargeras."
Everyone was stunned after hearing this.
Orod'ul is the weapon of High Father Aman'Thul, and is longer than the diameter of Azeroth.
Illidan was thinking a lot, and he judged that it might be a trap and lured him there.
But the opportunity cannot be missed, Illidan ordered:
"All demon hunters obey the order and rush to Marton, the Broken Abyss, under the full command of Fander."