Upon hearing Velen's high regard for Thrall, Akama's expression turned incredibly ugly, his features contorted, making him look even more repulsive.
"This is truly unfortunate news." Akama shook his head bitterly.
Maraad was puzzled by Akama's overreaction and asked, "Akama, don't you understand Velen? In these countless years of turmoil and displacement, Velen has long been accustomed to repaying evil with good. Those who harm the interests of the Draenei and kill Draenei always receive Velen's support and approval."
Akama's dim eyes gleamed as she asked, "Maraad, don't you want to know Velen's purpose in doing this?"
Maraad pondered for a long while, then shook his head and said, "The great Prophet Velen was farsighted; his thoughts are beyond our comprehension. Perhaps only by standing at Velen's level can we understand his good intentions. I believe that everything he did was for the Draenei."
"Ha ha!"
Akama laughed so hard she bent over, tears streaming down her face.
"Foolish Maraad, you are truly confused. Velen does this for only one reason: when the Draenei die, their souls are sent to the Naaru to be consumed, so Velen will receive a reward from the Army of the Light. The more Draenei, the greater Velen's reward. He is only doing this for himself."
Maraad showed no surprise, simply saying, "Akama, perhaps our beliefs differ. Give up; you can't persuade me."
Akama sighed and smiled slightly:
"Seeing through it but not saying it, Maraad, you are indeed a clever man. Back when Shattrath City was invaded by the Orcs, as the garrison commander, you didn't know how to resist, you just reported to Velen. Velen ordered you to lay down your weapons and pray to the Holy Light, and you obeyed the order. A large number of Draenei warriors knelt in the Holy Light Plaza, Orcs easily slaughtered you all. I remember your fiancée was among them, wasn't she? She died a terrible death, eaten alive by dozens of Orcs."
"Shut up, you Demons!" Maraad jumped up in anger, his eyes bloodshot, and gripped Akama's throat tightly, a wound that would forever remain in his heart.
Akama merely sneered, slowly prying open Maraad's fingers, and said coldly, "And you and Velen deserted. As the archbishop, I led a group of monks to cover the retreat of the Draenei civilians, only to be captured by Velen, who claimed I had betrayed the Holy Light, threw me into the poisonous fog, turning me into this state, and stripped me of my Holy Light powers."
Marad sat on the ground, panting heavily, and asked dejectedly, "Akama, I heard you're serving Naru Adar."
Akama nodded. "I am only temporarily obeying A'dal. The souls of the Broken no longer belong to the Naaru. I have my own thoughts."
Maraad took a deep breath. "Alright, Akama, what do you need me to do?"
Akama stared at Marad: "I've learned of a world-ending plan. The Naaru A'dal is colluding with Thrall to repair the damaged Outland, which is tantamount to destroying Azeroth. I know A'dal's purpose is to test Elune, the Moon Goddess, so the Legion of Light won't provide technical support. If Thrall wants to achieve this goal, there's only one way: Velen."
Maraad's eyes widened in surprise. "You mean the Argus Reconstruction Plan?"
In the history of Argus World, the reconstruction of the Argus Planet was a monumental feat. The wise Eredar used incredible magic to completely conquer the elements of earth, fire, water, and wind. From then on, the violent elements became docile and were forced to serve the Eredar.
The chief architect of the reconstruction plan was Velen.
Akama said seriously, "If Thrall wants to complete the reconstruction of Outland, he must obtain Velen's technical support. There are not many Draenei left. I think Velen would be willing to Consecration countless souls of Azeroth to the Naaru, so that he can receive countless rewards."
Maraad said weakly, "You want me to stop Velen? I can't. Velen has the support of the Army of the Light; all who resist will only die."
Akama shook his head and pulled a Scrying Gem from his pocket. "All you need to do is make a copy of the blueprints for the Argus Reconstruction Plan, and we can deduce Velen's plans from them, allowing us to carry out targeted sabotage without anyone knowing it was you."
Maraad took the Scrying Gem, gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, I'll definitely finish it."
As they parted, Maraad suddenly turned and asked, "Who are the 'we' you're referring to?"
Akama simply smiled and remained silent.
After parting ways with Maraad, Akama's mind raced as she secretly plotted her plan:
"Now there's only one problem: how to seduce Jaina. Though I'm ugly, I'm still a favorite of A'dal's, Jaina certainly wouldn't dare offend me. Only through Jaina can I learn more about Thrall's plans. Naive human woman, do you really think I'd like you?"
Black Temple.
Thrall, King Varian, Sylvanas, Rhonin, and others were all granted their freedom and became guests of honor at the Black Temple.
Upon hearing that the green-haired Kobolds were missing, King Varian was the first to jump up and roar.
"Damn it, why did this have to happen? I sacrificed the entire Stormwind City, and what did I get in return? I'll be remembered as a clown by posterity, that's not fair."
Sylvanas calmly analyzed, "It seems there are only two possibilities: either the green- Kobolds self-destructed, or the Scourge wiped Kobold out. If it's the second possibility, that would be unfortunate; the Scourge still harbors terrifying strength."
Thrall chuckled wickedly, "What does it matter? If my plan succeeds, Azeroth will soon be destroyed. Of course, this requires your cooperation. Let's work together to bring an end to Azeroth."
Magni Bronzebeard stood up, fuming, and asked, "Damn Orcs, why should we cooperate with you to destroy Azeroth?"
Thrall emphasized earnestly, "Because you have no choice. If you refuse, you will die in a cold, dark cell, slowly rotting away like a rat."
Magni Bronzebeard's eyes widened as he glanced at the Black Temple guards beside him. His lips trembled slightly, and he could only sit down helplessly, remaining silent.
Tirion Fordring declared passionately, "Repairing Outland is a magnificent feat, a legacy that will benefit generations to come. I am the representative of the Holy Light and will dedicate myself to completing A'dal's mission. The Argent Crusade is ready and willing to sacrifice our lives for it."
Rhonin was the most humble, meekly saying, "Dalaran will provide full support, for Azeroth, oh no, for the reconstruction of Outland."
"Very good!"
Thrall looked around and said loudly, "Gentlemen, this is an unprecedented act of great merit. If it succeeds, each of us will receive great glory, and we must devote all our efforts to it. First, let us reclaim our rights."