Prophet Velen has lived for at least 25,000 years. If he were an ordinary person, he would have already become a great wise man just from the experience and knowledge of these long years.
However, Velen is no ordinary draenei.
Velen's eyes shone slightly, and he could clearly see the situation in front of him. If the Alliance did not send troops, the orcs would be severely damaged and the tribe would fall apart.
However, Velen is more aware that human nature, the attraction of glory and fame, the desire to make achievements, and inner emotions are all binding the young King of Stormwind.
"Your Majesty the King." Velen pretended to be profound and said: "There are countless possibilities in the future. The Holy Light has been guiding me forward. Maybe we can seek the help of the Holy Light."
Velen carefully took out a piece of purple crystal, which was a gift given by the Naaru to the ancient Eredar people. The soul songs in the seven Atama crystals bloomed with mischievous light like living creatures.
The Song of Soul gives Velen the ability to peek into the future, and he can glimpse a few fragments of the future. At many times, Velen relies on this crystal to act.
In the endless years, relying on this crystal, the draenei hid in the middle east of the universe, lived in no fixed place, wandered around, and were mostly eaten by orcs.
Looking at this crystal that was blooming with purple light, Kits was surprised and happy. He was very worried that this crystal would give prophecies that were contrary to his heart.
Reconnecting with Agnar on the Frozen Throne is what he needs most urgently.
"Your Majesty the King, relax, don't think about anything, and silently recite the Holy Light in your heart."
Velen was good at observing people's words and could see through the king's thoughts at a glance.
As a prophet, the best choice is to provide the requester with the prophecy they want.
rather than the truth.
The truth is often cruel, hard to accept, and goes against the wishes of the petitioner. The prophet usually does not end well. This is an experience gained through countless bloody lessons.
In other words, most people who seek prophecies do not really want to receive guidance, but to find a reason for their own insistence.
Kits followed Viren's example and sat cross-legged, with his hands on his knees, but he couldn't let go of his thoughts.
The Song of Soul sensed Kites' chaotic heart. The crystal seemed to be echoing his request. Countless lights were shining and pulsating. The initial chaos gradually became orderly, forming clear pictures.
screen.
Countless possible visions of the future are approaching the two of them. The clever Viren selects the visions that fit the king's inner thoughts and presents them in Kits' mind.
Kits closed his eyes, and a throne built on the top of a mountain clearly appeared in his mind. The snow-covered mountain reached straight into the sky like a sharp sword, and below was a huge barrier.
Although he has never been here, he is certain that this must be the Frozen Throne.
The area around the Frozen Throne was littered with corpses, with countless body parts and broken bones stacked on top of each other. Kits really wanted to see the faces of those corpses and identify their races, but unfortunately he couldn't see clearly enough.
A broken rune sword was thrown on the ground, and multiple strange runes flickered, flickering on and off. Kits immediately guessed that this must be the famous Frostmourne.
Kits saw a young man lying on the ground. He was wearing thick black armor, with black skulls on his shoulders, waist, and knees, and his whole body was covered with scars.
The helmet rolled to the side, and the light in the eyes of the young man with white hair slowly disappeared, and he murmured: "Father, there is only darkness in front of my eyes."
Then, Kits saw Old Fordring, holding the radiant Ashbringer in his hand, standing in the biting cold wind of the Frozen Throne, with a satisfied smile on his lips, a look of pride on his face, and the golden holy light shrouded him.
He is like a great god.
Kits took a deep breath, woke up from the chaotic illusion, and finally sorted out the illusion and reality. Viren asked deliberately and curiously:
"Your Majesty, what did you see?"
Kits exhaled a long breath and said with joy on his face: "I saw Frostmourne broken, Arthas fell on top of the Frozen Throne, and Fordring was the final winner."
Velen was silent for a while, as if he was digesting this prophecy. In order to prevent His Majesty the King from settling accounts in the future, Velen activated the necessary procedures for the magic stick.
"Your Majesty the King, the illusion you saw is destined to happen, but what you see may not be the truth. Don't be blinded by the illusion, and please proceed with caution."
Kitsuna, who was in ecstasy, could not care about this and just said:
"Yes, yes, I know how to act. Thank you very much, Prophet Velen. You have brought hope to the Kingdom of Stormwind. You are a great benefactor to the Alliance."
Velen immediately stood up and left. He knew very well that he had once again saved the orcs, although the orcs almost destroyed the draenei.
Not long after going out, Velen heard Kites yelling, conveying a series of orders and preparing to convene a military meeting.
Velen shook his head, with a bitter smile on his lips. The Night Watch King was very ambitious and wanted to achieve great things. He was really lucky to be outside the Alliance.
Unfortunately, Velen had no choice. He knew that no matter what kind of prophecy he gave, he could not convince an arrogant king. Then Velen saw Duke Bolvar.
The Duke was as cold as ice, holding a sharp sword in his hand, glaring at Velen, and said in a low voice: "Velen, they say you are a prophet, did you predict that an army would attack the Mystic Blue Island and destroy Esso?
Dar, kill all the draenei."
This was a naked threat. Velen was stunned for a moment, and then whispered: "Duke, you can't do it. We Draenei are the bravest race in the universe."
The Duke smiled slightly:
"Yes, I can't do it, and I won't break the alliance with the Draenei, but I just need to win over the night elves and secretly convey to the tribe that the alliance is no longer willing to provide shelter for the draenei. I think Thrall
I am very willing to kill Bluemire Island, eat all the draenei, crush your naaru like garbage, and turn you, the old prophet, into a slave of the orcs. You should know better, prophet, brave German
The Lenny people are like a bunch of lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of the orcs."
Viren took a slight breath and asked: "What do you want, Duke?"
"A true prophecy!" Bolvar's eyes widened: "Your tricks cannot be fooled by me, prophet. I am as familiar with the Holy Light as you are, and I know whether what you are telling is the truth or a lie."
Viren closed his eyes and sighed:
"I saw a new world. Night elves lived happily in the forest, and humans built cities on the plains. They were not the Scourge, but real humans, but they were a little different from the humans I knew. Their bodies
It is a peaceful and peaceful world full of magic.
"I saw countless magic cities floating in the sky. That world has the ability to protect itself, is extremely rich in material, and the creatures are more pursuing spiritual sublimation instead of intrigues, just like the rumored Holy Light Paradise, said
To be honest, I am very envious."
Immediately, Velen showed an expression of resentment: "The Draenei also wanted to enter that world and stay away from the whirlpool of war, but Arthas rejected me."