"What's going on?" Faced with Samuelson's question, Willen was confused on the spot.
Although Chief Ner'zhul cruelly bit off Velen's arm, and although Chief Ner'zhul captured many draenei and planned to use them as sacrifices to the Dark Star, Velen felt very sad.
But Chief Ner'zhul is not a lich, Velen can guarantee this.
How can a person be like this, how can he be so despicable and shameless?
The foreign policy of the draenei led by Velen is very single, patient, patient, and patient.
This made the draenei live a miserable life with everyone shouting and beating them after they escaped from the planet Argus.
The Draenei have advanced interstellar travel knowledge, smart minds, powerful bodies, the mysterious power of the Holy Light, and the help of the powerful Naaru, and can defeat most races in the universe.
But they still couldn't avoid being beaten up by various natives, and beaten to the point of crying by low-level natives who only knew how to fight in melee. They wandered miserably among the stars, becoming homeless and destitute, with fewer and fewer tribesmen.
In Robbie's opinion, Kil'jaeden and Archimonde were kind enough.
After discovering the draenei in Draenor, Kil'jaeden did not send the Star Destroyers of the Burning Legion, but instead seduced the local indigenous orcs and gave them some violent demon blood.
Then, the Draenei were almost wiped out.
Now in this timeline, seeing Viren's stubbornness with his own eyes, Robbie completely understood the reason.
Velen is a powerful priest, a wise scholar, and a great prophet.
It's a pity that he doesn't understand the dirtiness of politics. He has simple thoughts and stubborn personality. He needs a wise leader to guide the way forward, but he is not suitable to be a leader.
"No, no, Chief Ner'zhul is definitely not a lich. I swear on my beard that you are mistaken. Believe me, I am a prophet." Velen was still worried about whether he could see the situation clearly.
Ozu defended.
How could Robbie miss this good opportunity? He immediately asked:
"Velen, you said Ner'zhul is not the Lich King, so the Twisting Nether Ice brought by Archmage Vargos is a fake, and there is Yrel's testimony! How do you explain it?"
Kel'Thuzad stepped forward and handed the ice cube to Velen's hand. Velen felt his head grow bigger and whispered: "This ice cube does come from the Twisting Nether, but... Ner'zhul,
He is really not a lich."
Samuelson shook his head. Although he could not figure out the situation, his mind was clear and he knew which side to stand at this moment. He persuaded: "Velan, don't be stubborn. The leader of the Shadowmoon Clan, the Lich King Neo
Zu is a heinous villain. He brought the Scourge, brought death and fear, and almost destroyed Azeroth. He is the common enemy of the Alliance and the Horde."
Velen still dreamed of peace and explained to Samuelson: "What we draenei want to pursue is peace. I think the draenei should be able to live in peace with the Shadowmoon clan. Chief Ner'zhul is really not a wizard.
Monster, you can't slander them like this, it's unfair."
How could Samuelson listen to Velen's explanation? He was now eager to put aside his relationship with the Lich King Ner'zhul. When he failed to persuade him with good words, he asked again: "The Lich King Ner'zhul is the enemy of Azeroth.
Velen, do you want to be allies with our enemies? Do you want to be enemies with the Alliance and the Horde?"
"This! This!" Velen never thought of it. Wasn't it a good idea? He formed an alliance with the Shadowmoon clan, joined forces with the tribe, and jointly resisted the Iron Horde. How could he fall out so easily?
Yrel looked cold and said rudely: "Velan, my mentor, you are no longer suitable to be the leader of the Draenei. You will bring destruction to the Draenei."
"No, no!" Velen's eyes widened, unable to believe his disciple. For thousands of years, even though Velen has done countless stupid things, his leadership status has never been questioned: "Yrel, I
My most trusted disciple, how could you do this to me? I have always led the draenei to live a peaceful life under the guidance of the Holy Light."
"All you brought to the Draenei was suffering and tears." Yrel thought of his parents who died tragically, his eyes turned red: "How many Draenei lost their lives because of your naivety, their miserable souls are telling
Sad! I'm sorry, I forgot that the souls of the Draenei have been devoured by the naaru, haven't they?"
"That is the sacrifice that should be made." Velen was a little confused and didn't know how to deal with it. Facing different opinions among his tribe, Velen's most proud method was the Law of Holy Light, so no one had ever opposed his opinion.
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But Yrel was actually able to resist the Law of Holy Light, which made him at a loss as to what to do and lost his way.
Samuelson yawned greatly, waved his hands, and said boredly:
"It's up to you to resolve the internal affairs of the Draenei. Hum, Robbie Capor. I will remember you. Don't think you have escaped. I will keep an eye on this fortress. Don't let it go.
I've got the handle. And you, Prophet Velen, you'd better understand your situation clearly."
There was no gain in coming to cause trouble this time, so Samuelson had no choice but to leave angrily. When leaving, he glared at Hogg fiercely, and Hogg immediately stared back. It seemed that the two of them really had a big beef.
Velen looked troubled and wanted to go back with him, but was stopped by Yrel.
"Yrel, why did you lie? You obviously didn't see anything." Facing his former disciple, Velen was very angry and angrily accused: "You have changed, Yrel, you will fall into the realm of darkness.
,Inextricable."
"Velan, my mentor, if darkness can save the Draenei, I am willing to embrace the darkness. I am asking you here to leave your mark of the prophet for the future of the Draenei, otherwise you will never leave."
Yrel looked at the holy light seal on Velen's forehead, which was the symbol of the leader of the Draenei and the evidence of communication with the Naaru. Yrel did not want to reason with the stubborn Velen, she wanted to force him to die directly.
Viren couldn't believe his ears: "Yrel, you know what you are doing? You are forcing your mentor, you are doubting a great prophet, and darkness has swallowed your soul."
Yrel turned to look at Robbie and said in a negotiating tone: "What price will it cost to help me snatch the mark of Prophet Velen?"
Robbie smiled and said: "Don't worry, the Draenei and the Alliance will always be friends. The cost of the war will be paid by the Shadowmoon clan, and the Draenei do not have to pay a single copper coin."
"Did you hear that, Velen?" Yrel said with a smile on his face, majesticly: "Do you think you can get out of this fortress without leaving the mark of the prophet?"
Under the cold moonlight, Prophet Velen's eyes widened, and he looked carefully at the familiar yet unfamiliar Yrel, and then looked around at the people watching eagerly in the fortress, feeling chilled all over his body.
Velen probably also thought that without the Law of Holy Light, this day might have been approaching.
Prophet Velen lamented, put his hand in front of Yrel's forehead, closed his eyes, and the light mark on his forehead disappeared instantly and appeared on Yrel's forehead.
Then, without saying a word, he walked out of the fortress gate.
Yirel was shocked, a pair of gray eyes glowed, and a holy light enveloped his whole body.
"Now, I declare that the Draenei have officially declared war against the Shadowmoon Clan and will continue until the death."
War brings benefits, and war brings wealth.
When Yrel declared war with the Shadowmoon Clan, the situation in Shadowmoon Valley was immediately reversed. (To be continued)