It must be said that Prophet Velen created very good conditions for Rakesh to serve as leader.
Ever since the draenei left the planet Argus 25,000 years ago, the prophet Velen has been the leader of the draenei. For 25,000 years, the draenei have long been accustomed to Velen's rule.
, this deep-rooted authority has penetrated into the hearts of every Draenei and become an inseparable part of their souls.
For example, on the planet Draenor, the Draenei with a star civilization were almost wiped out by the backward orcs. The Draenei were massacred and most of the people were injured.
No matter how you look at it, this is a serious breach of responsibility. As a leader, Velen has an unshirkable responsibility and made an unforgivable mistake. If it were any other race, he would probably commit suicide in shame and be ashamed to see his people.
But the draenei never thought about this, and never thought about blaming their leader for his incompetence.
After Rakish inherited his father's legacy, he did not feel the power of such faith-like piety at first and felt uneasy. Now that he has firmly established himself as the leader, he realizes how unbearable the draenei people are.
Rakish looked disdainfully at the draenei who came to greet him. Among them were the highly respected elders and the newly promoted generals who were able to conquer battles. In his eyes, these were all puppets without independent opinions.
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"The night elves are so rude." Lakish first complained tentatively, and then announced loudly:
"They actually accused me of burning Teldrassil, the world tree. We Draenei have dignity. We once created a glorious and great civilization. How can we be bullied by inferior races? We want to go to war with the night elves."
It is said that the Exodar and Teldrassil are across the sea, very close to each other, and the news from there has long been spread.
The generals did not hesitate and responded immediately: "Great leader, your decision is really wise. When the war begins, the night elves must be wiped out."
Is it wise? How can it be wise? This is a stupid idea, okay? Can't you raise some objections?
Rakish is not stupid at all. Now that Malfurion and Tyrande are at the peak of their power, and Sylvanas has brought them great glory, going to war with the night elves is equivalent to fighting the entire Azeroth.
enemy.
Rakish decided to increase the intensity of the test to see the bottom line of this group of draenei, so he said viciously: "Damn the night elves, those guests who came to celebrate were even more arrogant, and they did not put us draenei at all."
Put it in perspective, I want to go to war with all of Azeroth, and no one can defeat us Draenei."
This time it was the elders who responded, and they praised loudly before the generals:
"Great leader, your decision is so wise. You are worthy of being the son of the prophet Velen. You are so wise and far-sighted. Our wisdom is not as good as yours. The Draenei must fight against Azeroth until death."
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Rakish finally understood what these draenei were, and he was completely relieved. He deliberately darkened his face: "It is necessary to start a war with Azeroth, but we must clearly understand the strength of both the enemy and ourselves.
Although all races in Azeroth are just a bunch of ants in front of the draenei, they must be careful. What suggestions do you have?"
"this!"
The elders and generals all understood that it was best not to express any opinions at this moment. If their opinions happened to be contrary to the leader's, they would be exiled at least, or die in an unknown manner at worst. All they had to do was sing praises.
"Great leader, we are willing to accept your guidance." The generals said in unison.
Lakish nodded with satisfaction, thinking that this is right. A group of puppets do not need to have thoughts. Lakish deliberately kept a straight face and reprimanded: "You idiots, the Draenei are facing a difficult situation.
You guys can't come up with an idea, I'm really disappointed."
The elders and generals hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Great leader, the gap between us and you is as between ants and gods. Please give us guidance on the way forward. Only you are our leader and the holy day in our hearts."
Rakish looked happy in his heart: "Very good, I got the news. Naruvolos is a spy sent by the evil night elves. He has brought countless disasters to us Draenei people. Follow me to destroy the evil Naruvolos."
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It is said that this is completely nonsense and a lie full of loopholes, but the draenei who are so superstitious about their leader have no doubt that the leader's decision may be wrong.
The elders and generals immediately showed their loyal expressions and cheered together: "Destroy Naruvolos."
The main city of the Draenei, Exodar, was built on the basis of a Naaru spaceship. The Naaru Seat in the central area is the energy core of the spacecraft, and Naaru Volos provides energy for the entire city.
Volos is not very powerful and can be easily eliminated, but it will offend the powerful Holy Light Legion.
The strength of the draenei is well known to all races in Azeroth. They are as fragile as a piece of paper in front of the orcs, but they have powerful technology, just like a piece of delicious fat placed there, which makes people
covet.
All the Alliance and Horde have exercised restraint because there is a Naaru in the Exodar.
Kael'thas, who tortured the Naaru last time, had a tragic end that everyone could see.
However, the Draenei ignored all this and just blindly supported their leader, never doubting whether their leader would make mistakes. So the generals mobilized a group of elite soldiers to attack the Naaru Throne.
Naruvolos had never thought that this day would happen. It stared dumbfoundedly as a group of Draenei rushed over. The war hammer with the holy light was raised high, and the sharp sword drew golden traces.
The besieged Volos was smashed into pieces before he could ask what was going on. With the death of Naruvolos, the Exodar City lost its energy supply and immediately fell into darkness.
A squeaking sound.
In the darkness, a little green fluorescent light lit up, and the light became brighter and brighter, illuminating everyone's face.
After killing Naruvolos, the draenei all lost the power of the Holy Light. This green light was the power of evil energy, coming from their leader Rakish.
Once the Naaru died, the draenei had no way out, and Rakish said proudly:
"After the traitor Volos dies, the Holy Light Legion will not let us go. For the future of the Draenei, we can only join the Burning Legion. The Burning Legion is the end of the Draenei's wandering."
Hula la la, a group of draenei people knelt on the ground, expressing their loyalty to the leader:
"Great leader, we are willing to listen to your guidance and always support your wise decisions."
Rakish felt very contemptuous in his heart. This group of stupid draenei deserved such an end. They should wait to become the nourishment for the Legion's soul furnace.
Suddenly, a familiar thought came to Lakish's mind.
Didn't Archimonde and Kil'jaeden also serve as leaders of the Burning Legion for 25,000 years?
In front of these two great leaders, how much better are these senior generals than the draenei elders and generals?
Rakish finally understood why the Argus demon army led by Kil'jaeden was suppressed by the cute pet army.
History never learns lessons, nor does it learn lessons from its enemies.
Rakish smiled helplessly and turned on the legion beacon. Soon a huge legion portal appeared in the center of the Exodar. The Draenei, who had been wandering for 25,000 years, finally came to their destiny.