On the feasibility of Velen controlling the Dark Star.
It is completely possible in operation. Vinylen has this knowledge reserve and also has this ability.
But Velen’s character…
Robbie shook his head and sighed deeply, feeling that there was no chance.
When the mysterious man saw that Yrel also supported him, he suddenly felt very hopeful, and his whole face was filled with light: "Prophet, I know you have concerns and are worried about being reviled, but this is related to the safety of the Draenei people, personally.
If you can let it go, just let it go."
Velen is still like an old tree with roots, and his face is like a clay statue. There is no expression. He just keeps chanting: "The Holy Light bless us, the Naaru will not give up on the Draenei."
The mysterious man took a deep breath, managed to hold his temper, and advised again:
"Prophet, this matter is related to the future of the Draenei people. It is inappropriate for you to be a dictatorship by yourself. How about we hold a vote to see how many Draenei people support and how many people oppose it. The minority obeys the majority.
Do you like it?"
"Not all wanderers have lost themselves..."
"Hey, you stubborn old man, why can't you listen to some opinions? I'm so angry." The mysterious man's face turned blue, he jumped up and cursed:
"I finally understand why the draenei people are so miserable. It's all because of you, the old immortal. Don't think you are a prophet. You are the devil and bloody executioner who dragged the draenei people into the abyss. A good hand.
You were beaten to a pulp and are simply an idiot. If you don't die, the draenei people will never have a way out, and you will be responsible for the tragic fate of the draenei people."
The mysterious man made a good point, and Robbie thought he should give it a thumbs up.
It is said that the Draenei, who have mastered interstellar travel technology, were bullied to death by the backward orc natives. There is no one like Velen with his low emotional intelligence, stubbornness, and stubbornness.
"Alright alright."
Velen simply couldn't get in. Seeing that there was no hope of persuasion, the mysterious man had to give up unwillingly: "Prophet Velen, if you don't take the road to heaven, then don't blame hell for having no door. There are still two years left in front of you.
The first way is to sacrifice yourself to purify the Dark Star, and secondly to join the tribe. Maybe the tribe can help you turn around. But in this way, the fate of the draenei can only be in the hands of a group of barbarians.
Survival and destruction are entirely at the discretion of others, as you wish."
"The Naaru will not give up on us, the Holy Light is with us."
The mysterious man's face turned dark: "Okay, okay, prophet, let's see if the tribe can be more generous and treat the draenei kindly."
The mysterious man sat down again, gritted his teeth and drank the potion of insight. Velen stretched out his hand to activate the soul crystal, and the two entered a meditative state again to capture the chaotic fragments of the future.
Do you cooperate with tribes?
Robbie looked across the creek to the dense grass on the other side.
"Now, the time has come."
Archdruid Grandaris cast a spell on the Nightmare Heart, and countless earthworm-like black and red auras slowly dissipated in the air, turning into invisible nightmare power and quietly extending to the other side of the river.
Velen's prophecy is to capture a certain scene from the future, search among those fleeting image fragments, and find a path suitable for the Draenei.
Grandaris used deception, confusing dreams composed of nightmares with prophetic visions, and mistaking them for real, in order to deceive Velen.
Major Samuelson stared at the Arch Druid casting spells meticulously, and said expressionlessly: "Glendaris, do you remember the key points of my instructions?"
"Just rest assured, cooperate with the tribe and defeat the Iron Horde. We will be close and harmonious with the tribe." Grandaris also entered a meditative state and began to weave false illusions.
In scenes of colorful illusions and tragic chapters of destruction one after another, Velen suddenly discovered the light of hope. He was so happy that he finally found the clue to the future. He captured the vision so clearly.
, as if you were there.
The eternal numb expression on Viren's face was swept away, replaced by fleeting tears of gratitude.
The Holy Light has not given up on the Draenei, Velen thought in his heart.
The illusion gradually unfolded, so real that Velen and the mysterious man were inside it.
Temple of Karabor.
The Iron Horde led by the Seven Heroes of Draenor washed up on the shore like a tide.
By Velen's side, a mighty and victorious army has been waiting for a long time. The tribal warriors from the continent of Azeroth are gearing up, just waiting for a big battle.
"Warriors of the Horde, move forward and drive the Iron Horde into the sea."
With a cry, the mighty Tauren warriors rushed to the front and met the Iron Tribe. The ground shook continuously. The Iron Tribe soldiers were dizzy, fell down, and turned into meat under the iron hoofs of the Tauren warriors.
The orc warriors raised their battle axes and howled to harvest the lives of the Iron Tribe. This was a one-sided massacre, as simple as cutting leeks.
The poison-extracting javelins of the Darkspear tribe streaked through the air with streaks of green light, taking away a pitiful life every time.
Sylvanas's archers formed a dense formation, and the arrows were tilted towards the Iron Horde like raindrops. Even the thick armor could not withstand this terrible arrow. The Iron Horde fell in rows like rice harvests.
Down.
Not to mention the magic of the blood elves and the powerful high technology of the goblins, the iron tribes were destroyed in tracts, and the harvest of the tribes was as simple as the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Obviously, this group of tribal veterans in Azeroth who have experienced hundreds of battles are more powerful than the Iron Horde.
A tall orc wearing black plate armor and holding a warhammer stood beside Velen, like an indestructible castle, his sharp fangs flashed with cold light, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
With such a powerful ally by his side, Velen felt extremely at ease.
A huge shadow appeared behind the Iron Tribe, covering the sky. It was an adult Gronn, and Velen recognized it as none other than the mighty Dragon Slayer Gruul.
On Gruul's broad back stood an arrogant orc.
Thick black hair spreads down his back, and there is a black tattoo on his chin. He wields a bloodthirsty battle ax vigorously, making an ear-piercing scream.
The chieftain of the Warsong Clan, Grom Hellscream, who never gives up.
The tall orc beside Velen suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the huge Gruul. With just a simple punch, Gruul's huge body collapsed.
The tall orc came back in an instant, carrying the chief of the Warsong clan like a little chicken. This arrogant and powerful orc chief shivered and cried bitterly.
"Velun, great prophet Velen, I was wrong. I should not have been an enemy of the Draenei. I am willing to surrender." Grom Hellscream knelt on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy.
Velen burst into tears, this is the future the draenei need.
"Dear, what are you thinking about?" Velen wiped his tears, turned around and looked at his dear wife. Velen's first wife had long since died in the chaos of interstellar escape, and the noblest woman in the tribe was willing to commit herself.
Weilun was very touched by the marriage.
Sylvanas smiled gently, holding a baby in her arms.
"Look at the crystallization of our love, Velen." Windrunner's eyes bloomed with a strange and strange red light.
Wei Lun took the baby with a happy face, looking forward to the cute rosy smile.
What is this, a pile of rotting bones, a zombie baby with a bruised face, maggots crawling around in the baby's mouth and eyes, giving Velen a weird smile.
Weilun was like falling into the cold winter, his whole body trembling.
He suddenly turned around and looked at the Draenei, Yrel, and Samara behind him. All the familiar faces became unfamiliar, with bones exposed and maggots crawling on their bodies.
"Welcome to join the Horde, Velen, and your zombie draenei." Sylvanas smiled strangely and stretched out her hands to Velen.
"This is not the fate of the Draenei." Prophet Velen shouted in pain. (To be continued)