Upon seeing that it was Prince Liam who had insulted Jaina, the merchants wisely kept their mouths shut and dared not utter a word.
The drunken Prince Liam continued his tirade, standing on the table and yelling insults at Jaina.
The speaker may have meant no harm, but the listener took it to heart.
Among the drinkers present were members of the Peace Dove. Hearing Prince Liam's boastful words, they secretly recorded them and reported them to their superiors. After going through various channels, the report was finally delivered to Theramore.
At that moment, Jaina was in Exodar. Upon hearing that it was Thrall's mission, Prophet Velen dared not delay and readily agreed.
Thrall's demands must be met by Velen.
Velen had a natural fear of the Orcs, and ever since the Draenei fled to Azeroth, Velen had strictly forbidden the Draenei from seeking revenge against the Orcs.
A heated debate is taking place in Ironforge.
Muradin invited Falstad Wildhammer, a representative of the Wildhammer Dwarves, and promised him some benefits. The two sides quickly reached an agreement to join forces against Moira's Dark Iron Dwarves.
Since the War of the Three Hammers, the Wildhammer Dwarves have settled in the Hinterlands and Twilight Highlands, living alongside Gryphons.
They knew they couldn't take Ironforge from the Bronzebeard Clan, but they didn't refuse to trade with the Bronzebeard Clan to obtain the weapons and armor they wanted most.
Muradin initially thought Moira was alone and outnumbered, but after Moira entered Ironforge with King Varian, Muradin had a vague sense of unease.
Varian spoke first, shouting:
"I am the leader of the Alliance, the King of Stormwind City. Azeroth is now facing a life-or-death crisis. The great Savior Thrall needs a Vessel. I command you to hand over Prince Anduin immediately, or face the consequences."
Muradin was secretly surprised and glanced at Varian with a puzzled look.
Moira kicked Varian away, roaring, "Get out of my way, you piece of trash!"
Then, Moira straightened her clothes and said loudly:
"Muradin, I don't know how you tricked Father into passing the throne to you, but everyone here knows that I am the rightful heir to the King of Ironforge."
Muradin frowned slightly, and first said politely, "Child, that wasn't a lie. Your father passed the throne to me after careful consideration."
Moira glanced at the impassive Falstad Wildhammer and said coldly:
"Uncle, you must think the Dark Iron Dwarves are the weakest and can't compete with you for the throne. That's true, the Dark Iron Dwarves are indeed no match for the Ironforge Dwarves now, even if they join forces with the Wildhammer Dwarves."
"But you're wrong," Moira said firmly. "Look at you bunch of foolish dwarves. After all these years, have you changed even a little? Do you know why I sided with Thaurissan? Not because of love, but because I saw hope for the Dwarves in him."
"Is the hope you speak of cooperating with the Firelord?" Muradin questioned.
Moira smiled and said:
"Why not cooperate if it leads to greater strength? This world is fraught with danger. The Orcs are eyeing all living beings, Azeroth is in peril, and the Dwarves could be wiped out at any moment."
Moira points at King Varian:
"Do you intend to wait for the Orcs' Mercy, just like this foolish human?"
Varian was indignant and wanted to argue, but the thought of Moira's Flames kept him silent.
Muradin was furious and roared:
"Damn it, Moira, this is a betrayal of the Humans! We Humans rule this land with wisdom and Justice, and we will never allow the Betrayer like you to exist."
"That's ridiculous."
Moira opened her arms wide and shouted:
"Don't you understand? Only I can bring about change for you, leading the Dwarves into a new era. The Dark Iron Dwarves you see are incredibly weak, but if I open the Vault of Flame and transform them into Flame Dwarves, the entire Ironforge will be ablaze."
"He's gone mad! He's gone mad!" Muradin roared, furious.
"Moira, you've been consumed by your own greed! Those were just tempting baits; there must be a conspiracy hidden behind them. You'll plunge the entire Dwarf race into utter ruin."
"Muradin, my uncle, times have changed."
Moira's body erupted in crimson Flames, and the surrounding temperature rose rapidly, like a raging Fire Elementals. Her feet left deep Lava footprints on the ground.
"See for yourself! How could such immense power be bait?" Moira shouted. "What does it matter compared to the storms and Holy Light you worship?"
"My God, such terrifying power!"
Falstad Wildhammer was stunned, yet filled with envy.
The Wildhammer Horde has always been outmatched in its struggle against the Dragonmaw Clan and desperately craves greater power.
Muradin trembled with fear and let out a horrifying sound:
"No, no, this power is too terrifying, Moira. You've fallen too deep. It's not too late to regret it. This shouldn't be the Destiny of our Humans."
Moira looked directly into Muradin's eyes. "Uncle, don't you crave this power?"
Muradin shook his head. "Compared to my thirst for power, I follow tradition more. Holy Light above, save our poor Humans."
"The Holy Light has heard your prayer."
A familiar voice rang out, and the Prophet Velen stepped through the Portal and appeared before them. His expression was utterly calm as he surveyed the raging fire of Moira.
"Look at this Evil power. It reminds me of Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, whose greed led to the destruction of Argus. The kind Eredar turned into Demons, causing countless tragedies. Look at us Draenei, though we wander the universe, our hearts are filled with joy and peace, and we live very fulfilling lives."
Moira scoffed, "Foolish Draenei, you're nothing but food for the Orcs. One day you'll all be eaten clean by the Orcs."
Velen said Anjing, "Moira, you do not understand the greatness of the Holy Light. King Muradin of Ironforge, may I purify this terrible Evil?"
Muradin hesitated for a moment, then nodded firmly. "Thank you for the Prophet's help, but I hope Moira's life won't be harmed."
Velen nodded, slowly closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly:
"Merciful Holy Light, save these lost souls before you, and vanquish this Evil force. The kind and benevolent Dwarves should not suffer such Destiny. Let the Holy Light purify all."
Endless Holy Light descended from the sky, shining upon Moira, who was engulfed in flames. Moira clutched her head and cried out, "Damn it, Velen! You're going to destroy the hope of the Humans! We Humans shouldn't be eaten alive by the Orcs like you Draenei!"
The Holy Light melted away the Flames within Moira's body, causing her to tremble and scream in pain. Velen's expression, however, remained Tranquility and peaceful.
"You don't understand. Being eaten by Orcs is a great honor. I am proud of the Draenei."
Muradin's resolve wavered. A question suddenly arose in his mind: if they lost the Titans Relics and the protection of Elune, could the Humans avoid being Destiny by the Orcs?
The answer is obvious: the Humans are no match for the Orcs.
"Perhaps I have made a grave mistake, Humans may be wiped out because of my decision today," Muradin thought to himself, filled with self-reproach.