The shadows of the trees danced, reflecting countless fragments of sunlight.
Velen took a solemn look at that person, the mysterious fiftieth member of the Dark Portal. This was not the first time the two had met.
In the depths of Velen's pupils, countless lights and shadows gathered, spinning like stars.
In this man, Velen saw countless uncertain futures, like chaotic and colorful fragments, piled together in a disorderly manner.
"Each fragment represents a face, and each face represents a life experience. It is the same as before. It cannot be seen clearly and has a vague and unpredictable destiny."
Wei Lun sighed secretly, his expression a bit doubtful.
"Then, let's get started."
The two sat facing each other, with the purple soul crystal in the middle, one of the seven Atama crystals. It was a gift given by the Naaru to the draenei, giving Velen the ability to see the future.
At the same time, they drank the potion of insight, and under the guidance of Velen, the two entered a meditative state together.
As the two meditated, the soul crystal seemed to be echoing their calls, shining and pulsing, swirling and dancing around the two of them in a chaotic rather than orderly manner.
Countless possible illusions of the future are approaching the two of them.
Robbie stopped aside and carefully observed the two people who were sleeping.
As a bystander, a time-traveled soul from another world, Robbie is unconvinced about the prophecy.
According to Robbie's understanding, prediction should be a process of summarizing all known conditions and then deducing the results. However, real life is composed of many uncertain and small factors, which results in an extremely large number of known conditions and a corresponding amount of calculations.
It’s also an astronomical number.
"A nail is missing, a horseshoe is missing, a horseshoe is missing, a war horse is lost, a war horse is lost, a battle is lost, and a country is lost."
With such an extremely low probability, what prediction can be made?
In the world of Azeroth, where various magical powers are intertwined, Robbie still cannot believe the accuracy of the prophecy.
Yirel, who was looking at the side, seemed to have a serious attitude, but unfortunately her moving eyes revealed her true thoughts, and her little hooves were a little absent-minded.
"Yriel." Robbie tried his best to lower his voice so as not to disturb Velen's meditation: "Your attitude is wrong. There are not many opportunities for prophets to make prophecies. You should study more and observe more."
Yirel, who didn't know what he was thinking, suddenly woke up. Seeing that Velen had already entered deep meditation and couldn't hear her voice, he muttered: "Actually, I have learned prophecy."
"Have you learned it? How well do you master it?"
Yrel looked at the sky uncomfortably, rolled his eyes and said: "I once used the soul crystal to predict the price changes of leather three days after tomorrow, and got three results: the price rose, the price fell, and the price did not move.
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To use prophecy in such a place, he is really a money-lover.
"Is this different from not having a prophecy?" Robbie became uneasy.
"So, I don't have any talent in this area at all." Yirel was very open-minded, wagging his tail and said nonchalantly: "Why waste your brains on this."
As a disciple of Velen, Yrel is also skeptical about the prophecy.
After drinking several bottles of insight potions in succession, Velen and the man were both a little tired.
As a great prophet, Velen's mental power is extremely huge. However, capturing and maintaining the vision of the future, and treating the illusion with a detached attitude all require Velen's efforts alone.
The mysterious man was just a spectator, but he felt very tired and almost breathless. This was due to the huge gap in strength between the two.
Velen did not hide anything, his voice was calm, and he calmly recounted the vision in the prophecy, which was recorded by Yrel on the side.
In these prophecies, no matter how hard the draenei try, the Dark Star will come, the temple of Karabor will be destroyed, the draenei will suffer countless casualties, and there will be only a few survivors.
"This is not the fate of the Draenei." Velen said unwillingly.
After resting for a short while and regaining some energy, Velen was about to open the soul crystal and prepare for the next round of illusions.
"Prophet Velen." The mysterious man panted heavily and said with a tired face: "Why not consider my suggestion and see if the Draenei people will have a new turning point in fate."
"Great Forerunner, the Draenei need your guidance." Velen's old face was filled with hope. He has been waiting for these words for a long time. In the prophecy, the fate of the Draenei is in the mysterious hands.
Human hands.
The mysterious man possessing Rehoboam chuckled, with a fierce light shining in his eyes: "Prophet Velen, in fact, there is no need for any prophecy at all. The future is clear and clear. Velen, all I need is you to control the Dark Star."
After hearing this, Robbie felt something in his heart. This mysterious man was interesting.
"Control the Dark Star?" Velen couldn't believe his ears and looked at him in shock: "Forerunner, do you know the origin of the Dark Star?"
"Isn't it the fallen Naaru?" the mysterious man said nonchalantly.
"You actually know the truth." Velen's eyes were full of shock. He now began to believe that the mysterious man really had the ability to predict.
The mysterious man's expression became more and more exaggerated. He simply stood up, bared his teeth and claws and said:
"The orcs are just a group of backward natives. After hundreds of years of observation, they still can't figure out the true origin of the Dark Star. And you are the great and wise prophet Velen. Controlling the Dark Star is just a piece of cake. With the Dark Star
The star is an endless source of shadows, not to mention the Iron Horde. Even Archimonde and Kil'jaeden are a little afraid of it, and the draenei are safe. Lord Prophet, you are a little incompetent, and you are willing to follow
You will help you conquer the Iron Horde and unify the planet Draenor, and then join forces with Azeroth to conquer Argus and let the Burning Legion pay with their blood."
Velen's expression froze, like a statue, and he just murmured: "The Naaru will not forget us, the Holy Light is with us."
"Hey! Master Velen, please tell me whether you agree or not." The mysterious man was very aggrieved and said dissatisfied: "Yrel, and that Robbie, please judge, am I doing it for you?"
Do the Draenei consider it?"
"Well..."
Robbie touched his chin and had to admit that the mysterious man's suggestion was very good. The orcs of the Shadowmoon clan have been observing the Dark Star for hundreds of years. Such a backward race can figure out a way to control the Dark Star, let alone the prophet Velen.
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The Dark Star is the Draenei's as long as Velen wishes it to be.
There is no doubt that Prophet Velen is a complete stubborn person with a single-minded mind. This has nothing to do with the amount of knowledge he possesses, but more due to his natural personality.
"Yrel, what do you think?" Robbie knew that he could not convince Velen, so he decided to pass the blame.
Yirel heard that the Dark Star was the fallen Naaru. She had no idea about the power of the Naaru. It just sounded like it was very powerful. Yriel licked her lips and asked:
"Is it valuable?"
"You can have as much money as you want," Robbie said seductively.
Yrel's eyes shone after hearing this, and he shook Velen's shoulders vigorously: "Prophet, this transaction is not a loss, we have done it." (To be continued)