Velen sat cross-legged on the futon, absentmindedly listening to the Pandaren Master from the White Tiger Temple explaining the way of unity between man and nature.
"The technique is inefficient, the words are obscure and incomprehensible, and I don't even know what I'm talking about."
Velen's evaluation of the Pandaren's meditation skills was very poor, but he did not show it, like a disciple who listened carefully.
Velen has been in a bad mood recently, and has prayed to the Holy Light many times, trying to capture fragments of the future in countless lights and shadows.
However, those fleeting image fragments gave him a very bad premonition, but he could not gain enough enlightenment.
The prediction is not clear enough and I don’t know how to face the future.
We can only hope that Baihu Temple is safe.
After finishing his usual daily homework, Velen and a panda named Shang Chun came out to take a breath.
"Weilun, you look a little worried. What's disturbing your spiritual practice?" Master Shang Chun asked, clasping his hands together.
At the martial arts field not far away, Pandaren disciples lined up in neat rows to practice.
Viren looked around and expressed the question in his heart:
"People say that the White Tiger Temple is the safest place in Azeroth. Why do I only see some disciples every day?"
Master Shang Chun smiled faintly: "You are worried that the White Tiger Temple is not safe enough. There are many people who have such worries. There is no need to worry. Except for Garrosh Hellscream, no prisoner has escaped from the White Tiger Temple."
"I am not a prisoner." Velen emphasized: "I came to White Tiger Temple to seek asylum."
Master Shang Chun moved his eyebrows and said calmly:
"Are you afraid of Illidan Stormrage? Although I have heard many legends about him, it is impossible to break through the White Tiger Temple and hurt you."
Velen calculated Illidan's strength. The four gods of Pandaria together were probably no match for him. How could the White Tiger Temple dare to say such arrogant words?
Master Shangchun guessed what Weilun was thinking and pointed at the continuous snow-capped mountain road near Baihu Temple:
"Look at the majesty of the mountains and rivers, does it look like a white tiger about to pounce?"
Viren looked around, but didn't see any similarities. Out of politeness, he could only nod his head against his will:
"Excellent and very similar."
Master Shangchun said with a smile: "With the white tiger guarding you, what are you still worried about?"
How can Wei Lun rest assured?
When wandering among the stars, I did see the magical magic of using mountains and terrain to defend against enemies.
But those mountains contain rich magical elements, but the mountains near Baihu Temple are not like that.
Master Shangchun walked slowly: "Since the establishment of the White Tiger Temple, we have put safety first. In order to protect the White Tiger Temple, we are willing to pay any price."
The two of them passed by a flower tree and were about to go to the pavilion to drink a cup of hot tea when they suddenly heard a strange voice.
"Medivine, is your teleportation magic right? Is this really the White Tiger Temple?" The voice came from Magni Bronzebeard, who was a little worried about Medivh's magic.
"It's absolutely true, my magic is infallible, I guarantee it with my beard." Medivh said arrogantly.
Magni Bronzebeard still didn't believe it: "I don't know much about Pandaria, but I have heard the legend of White Tiger Temple. They say that this place is impregnable, how can it look like a leisurely resort."
The envoy who remained silent said seriously: "This is indeed the White Tiger Temple."
"Evidence, I want evidence." Magni Bronzebeard roared angrily.
"The evidence is right in front of you." The envoy took a few steps and came face to face with Master Wei Lun and Shang Chun.
As soon as he saw Velen, Magni Bronzebeard seemed to see the planet-sized golden mountain waving to himself, rubbed his hands and said with a smile:
"Prophet Velen, we meet again, please come with us."
Velen felt trapped in an ice cave, his body numb, cold, and helpless.
The incoherent fragments in the prophecy became clear at this moment, and the disaster was exactly the three people in front of them.
"Master Shangchun." Velen grabbed the pandaren beside him as if grasping the last straw.
Shang Chun threw away Weilun cleanly, jumped back quickly, and landed lightly, lowering his eyebrows and saying:
"Three distinguished guests, I have nothing to do with this Velen. If you want to take him away, White Tiger Temple will never stop you."
Viren almost went crazy and asked aggrievedly:
"Master, you just said that you are willing to pay any price to protect the White Tiger Temple."
Shang Chun nodded: "Yes, as long as I hand you over, White Tiger Temple will be safe."
Only then did Velen understand why Shang Chun could guarantee that Illidan would not be able to break through the White Tiger Temple and harm Velen.
Because before the White Tiger Temple is breached, Velen will be handed over to Illidan on his own initiative.
"You dishonest pandaren." Velen was furious. After living for twenty-five thousand years, he unexpectedly suffered such a big setback.
Shang Chun said decisively: "This is wrong. We pandas will definitely do what we promise."
Viren almost fainted after hearing this.
The pandaren did not promise to protect his safety.
Medivh ignored the dispute between Velen and the pandaren, stretched out his hand, and an arcane chain wrapped around Velen like a snake.
Viren did not make any pointless resistance, he had seen this scene in his vision of the future.
The envoy glanced at Velen and said to the panda Shang Chun: "I need a quiet room."
Master Shang Chun said respectfully: "If the three distinguished guests want torture tools, Baihu Temple is willing to provide them."
Viren was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
The divine envoy waved his hand and said: "No need, we all know that Prophet Velen is determined to save Azeroth and is willing to pay any price for the safety of Azeroth."
In the pandaren's monastery, Medivh, Magni, Bronzebeard and the envoy stood in a triangle, surrounding Velen in the center.
Magni Bronzebeard stroked his long beard and said slowly:
"Velen, you should have heard about the mutated tauren in Thunder Bluff. Those damn foods were contaminated by strange energy, became violent, and surrounded Orgrimmar. Azeroth is in danger, and we need your help.
I don’t think you’ll just sit idly by, right?”
At this point, Velen could only respond with a wry smile: "Everyone has a responsibility to protect Azeroth. Ever since I became a member of the Legion of Light, I have been prepared."
The angel said sinisterly: "The moon god Elune has sent down an oracle. Only you can purify the tauren in Thunder Bluff, but it is a pity that you have to sacrifice your precious life."
Medivh also said: "Each of us is willing to sacrifice for Azeroth, but it is a pity that only you have the incomparable power of the Holy Light."
Although Velen was tricked by the pandaren, it does not mean that he is not smart.
Twenty-five thousand years of rich experience allowed Viren to easily see through the true intentions of the three people, and he said happily:
"Okay, let's rush to Thunder Bluff. In order to save Azeroth, I am willing to burn my body and soul, become the torch of the times, and light the way forward."
Magni Bronzebeard looked surprised.
Medivh was even more stunned.
The angel frowned secretly.
It's different than expected.
The Draenei have been wandering among the stars for twenty-five thousand years. They have gone through countless hardships and countless people have sacrificed their lives. As their leader, the prophet Velen has escaped unscathed.
He is by no means a moral role model willing to sacrifice for his people.
Before the three of them could speak, Viren sighed and said:
"The Draenei have left Azeroth, and I have no worries in my heart. There is just one thing that worries me. I have accumulated some wealth over the years, and I don't know who to give it to."