Anduin stared at the unfamiliar Velen, his mind racing, and deliberately feigned surprise.
He already knew about the deaths of the Jinyu outside, the massacre of an entire village, and that the murderer was right in front of him. Anduin originally wanted to play dumb and try to get away with it.
But Velen disappointed him, displaying a naked lust for blood. Anduin could only continue to seek excuses, lamenting:
"My revered mentor, please awaken! The power of the Sha has corrupted your mind! Holy Light, please save my mentor!"
It must be said that Anduin very clever. He tried to use the Sha as an excuse to beg his mentor to spare his life, Velen saw through Anduin's intentions at a glance and sneered:
"I love the land of Pandaria. I deliberately allowed the power of the Sha to reside within me, allowing me to fully enjoy the thrill of killing. Everyone has Demons within them, and every now and then I deliberately release that Demons, but unfortunately, it's never as exhilarating as it is now."
Anduin despair, made a final plea, asking, "Prophet, tell me this isn't true? Is your so-called unleashing of the Demons within you simply slaughter?"
Velen laughed, his face contorted in a grotesque expression, and said:
"Every few years, sometimes more than ten, sometimes less, I carry out a secret massacre. I've lost count of how many lives I've personally ended. This doesn't violate the Path of the Holy Light, Naaru tacitly allow me to do so. Last time, I landed on Azuremyst Isle ahead of schedule and slaughtered three Murloc villages. Unfortunately, some of my disciples witnessed it, and to hide the bodies, I caused the crash of Exodar."
Velen didn't continue, but smiled cruelly:
"Anduin, blame yourself! All the Jinyu here died because of you. The Holy Light has made you die today, and you will definitely not live to see tomorrow."
Anduin, in his desperate situation, smiled and muttered to himself:
"Archbishop Benedictus once said of you, 'How can a so-called leader who can coldly watch his people being slaughtered by Orcs without doing anything be a kind person?'"
Velen, Holy Light gathering in his hands, laughed, "Benedictus is a clever man, but I hate being deceived even more. Anduin, can you cast Guardian Angel in your current state?"
Anduin when Velen saw this, he immediately understood and burst into hearty laughter:
"So that wasn't your power at all. Perhaps it was a blessing from some Naaru. You can leave in peace now, Anduin. I've lost count of how many disciples I've personally killed."
The Holy Light in Velen's hand stretched, forming a radiant longsword, which he viciously slashed at Anduin.
Anduin closed his eyes, awaiting death, when suddenly a black shield appeared before him, blocking the Holy Light sword.
The black shield carried a disintegrating force, and the Holy Light sword vanished instantly.
Who is it?
Velen questioned loudly, and in a brief moment, his ferocious and twisted expression disappeared, replaced by a kind, gentle, and Justice face.
Anduin was stunned, and at the same time secretly admired Velen for transforming himself in an instant from a villain who slaughtered the innocent into a wise mentor.
Next, Velen took a step forward and stood guard in front of Anduin.
Wrathion emerged from the shadows, clapping his hands and laughing:
"It's unbelievable! What kind of filth is hidden in the hearts of those sanctimonious, Prophet -proclaimed saints? Prophet Velen, is this all the cultivation you've accumulated over twenty thousand years?"
"It's you?"
Velen's hypocritical face instantly crumbled. Facing Wrathion, he didn't need to pretend. A disdainful smile appeared on his lips as he sneered:
"Wrathion, the Harbinger, you've already revealed your true strength in the battle of Vermilion Bird Temple. Since you couldn't even handle a bunch of filthy Orcs, you're truly a piece of trash."
Wrathion said meaningfully:
"Interesting. On Draenor Planet, you stood by and watched your people being devoured alive by the Orcs, never lifting a finger. I've always doubted your true strength. The once-renowned Argus's Three Mogul, the leader of the Draenei, are you really not even as good as Grom Hellscream?"
Velen shouted defiantly:
"Those mere orc Orcs are nothing to me; I kill them as easily as crushing ants. Everything I do is in accordance with the will of the Holy Light. Under the Holy Light, all are but ants."
Velen waved his staff, unleashing seven Golden Runes that slowly rotated, forming a massive binding Magic Circle that enveloped half of the Jinyu village.
During the battle at Vermilion Bird Temple, Thrall tore open the Teleportation Scroll drawn by Wrathion, but failed to teleport due to the influence of the Dark Shaman's power.
The cunning Velen had already guessed that Wrathion's teleportation spell was Astral Recall, a Draenei magic, and Velen knew how to interfere with it.
Velen stepped forward, beaming with pride, and said, "Wrathion the Harbinger, you have nowhere to run. Why don't you kneel before me and beg for forgiveness?"
Wrathion stroked his chin and said with a smile, "I'd really like to see why a villain like you isn't dead yet. How exactly is the Holy Light protecting you?"
Velen struck first, his Holy Light condensing into countless blades that slashed at Wrathion from all directions.
Wrathion's right arm formed a circle, controlling all the bright blades and creating a constantly rotating sphere of light. With a smirk, Wrathion sent the sphere flying towards Velen.
Velen was startled. The ball of light grew larger and larger, then broke into countless blades. Velen could only deploy a defensive shield, but several blades still pierced through the defense, leaving wounds on Velen's body.
"Impossible."
Although the Holy Light healed the wound immediately, it deeply shocked Velen. This exchange showed that Wrathion's understanding of the Holy Light far surpassed Velen's.
"Vast universe, Holy Light, Little Doyle, Velen, have you ever witnessed the fusion of Light and Darkness?"
Wrathion held Holy Light in his left hand and shadow in his right. The two orbs of light, one bright and one dark, spun rapidly. Wrathion forcibly merged the two together, and the two completely opposite forces reacted violently.
"Annihilate, Velen."
Wrathion threw out the shimmering sphere in his hand, Velen hurriedly cast Divine Shield. His Divine Shield was different from others; layer upon layer of Holy Light tightly protected him in the center.
The eerie sphere possessed a strange penetrating power; it first disappeared, then suddenly reappeared in the center of layers of Holy Light, directly teleporting to Velen's front.
Velen was terrified; his hair stood on end.
A muffled explosion rang out, and the layers of Holy Light disintegrated completely. Velen had vanished without a trace, seemingly reduced to nothingness in the blast.
Wrathion closed his eyes, as if listening to something, and sighed:
"So that's why you were often outnumbered yet never killed by the enemy. It's a pity for your people; they died without ever knowing the truth."
Countless phantoms appeared in the village of the Jinyu, each resembling Velen.
The phantom figures stared intently at Wrathion, overlapping and merging together to form a new Velen, who scrutinized Wrathion and proclaimed in a loud voice:
"I must admit, your power is beyond my imagination. Unfortunately for you, you have met me. The Holy Light has granted me an indestructible body. Surrender, you are no match for me."
Wrathion chuckled and shook his head, "No, it's you who should surrender, Velen. You shouldn't have flaunted your soul abilities in front of me."