Stormwind City.
King Varian lay half-reclined on his throne, his severed right leg dangling in a thick bandage, like a white flag, his entire body wrapped like a mummy, with only his left eye showing.
Beneath the throne, the Prophet Velen sighed. Even with a heart as hard as Velen's, he couldn't help but show a look of sympathy.
It's worth noting that countless Draenei were slaughtered by the Orcs back then, but Velen didn't even blink, remaining as cheerful and talkative as ever.
"Prophet Velen, you have worked hard." King Varian expressed his heartfelt gratitude.
"It is my duty, Your King," Velen said respectfully.
"That rebellious son is now in your hands!" King Varian accidentally aggravated his wound and couldn't help but cry out in pain.
After returning from Pandaria, Anduin used the Peace Dove to pressure King Varian to abdicate, attempting to hand over the Kingdom of Stormwind to his idol Garrosh.
"Humans are a bunch of useless trash, not even fit to be food for Orcs. As the noble Wrynn royal family, we should lead the slaughter of humans, turn them into Tough Jerky, and send them to Orgrimmar to show our loyalty. Only Orcs are worthy of unifying Azeroth; all humans deserve to die."
Varian was furious and nearly fainted, regretting that he hadn't properly disciplined Anduin.
From a very young age, Anduin was surrounded by members of the Peace Dove, including some court tutors, who constantly instilled in him the superiority of Orcs. Coupled with the heavy influence of Jaina, Anduin developed an admiration for Orcs from childhood, to the point that he wanted to kneel down and kiss Orcs toes.
Now that Garrosh has merged with the Y'Shaarj's Heart of Darkness, he proclaims himself the strongest being in Azeroth, Anduin believes him, becoming a fanatical follower of Garrosh.
Of course, this is an immature stage that most teenagers need to go through, which can also be called the rebellious period.
The mistake was that the immature Anduin was backed by the powerful Peace Dove and possessed unparalleled Power of the Holy Light.
Anduin even more unscrupulous and reckless, revealing a face more ferocious than Demons, and tormented King Varian in every way.
Varian suffered countless pains, and what was terrifying was that after all that torment, Anduin personally healed his wounds.
This caused Varian's body to gradually reject the Holy Light, and the healing effects of the Holy Light became increasingly less effective.
Prophet Velen, acting on Thrall's orders, came to stop Anduin's mischief. Although he successfully subdued Anduin and used Thrall's command to make the Peace Dove abandon Anduin and pledge allegiance to Velen, he was unable to use the Holy Light to heal Varian.
"King Majesty, Anduin is still a child. Although he has made mistakes, we should not abandon him." The Prophet Velen reflected on his actions. "Although I was Anduin's teacher for a time, I failed to educate him properly. This is my fault, and I will correct it."
Varian was very annoyed. "I believe you, Prophet Velen. Discipline him however you like, even kill him if you want."
King Prophet Velen bowed slightly. "Your Majesty, Warchief Garrosh is plotting to destroy Azeroth, and Savior Thrall has called on the Alliance and the Horde to unite against the Evil Garrosh. What is Your King's opinion?"
"Whatever you want, do as you see fit," Varian said, almost in despair.
The Prophet Velen smiled and took his leave.
Inside the Stockade, Anduin's hands and feet were nailed to wooden boards. The nails were imbued with powerful Shadow power, constantly clashing with the Power of the Holy Light within Anduin's body. The two opposing forces burned, intensifying his pain. Anduin had a rag stuffed in his mouth, preventing him from even making a sound.
The Prophet Velen entered the prison, ordered everyone out, looked at Anduin with a smile, and took the rag from his mouth.
Anduin wept bitterly and pleaded, "Prophet Velen, I was wrong, please let me go."
Prophet Velen stared at Anduin with ill intent. "Anduin, the Holy Light has given the order; you have used forbidden Holy Light magic. There's no one here who can help you."
Anduin terrified and pleaded again, "Teacher, you know I'm innocent."
"Who knows? I only carry out the commands of the Holy Light."
The Prophet Velen revealed a cruel smile, his face contorted in a grimace.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I've thought of a good plan."
In everyone's impression, the Prophet Velen was kind, wise, and a benevolent sage.
But the fact that he could sit idly by and watch his people being slaughtered by Orcs, and that he never thought of revenge afterward, speaks volumes about his character.
Anduin looked terrified, sensing something was wrong.
Velen, looking like Demons, said, "Your torment of Varian gave me an idea. I will peel off pieces of your flesh and eat them, then heal you with Holy Light, repeating this a hundred times. Unlike Varian, you are favored by the Holy Light. Doing this will only make the Holy Light within you stronger, but you will become a puppet of the Holy Light, just like me."
"No, no, you can't do that!" Anduin screamed.
Velen gazed at Anduin's youthful face. "What makes you think like this? I come from Argus Planet, from the Eredar known for their ferocity."
Unrestrained laughter echoed through Stormwind City's prison.
The Kor'kron Legion suffered heavy losses in the Battle of the Terrace of Endless Spring, leaving Garrosh extremely frustrated.
Like Thrall, Garrosh executed all the deserters, but his mood did not improve. That day at dinner, Garrosh ate ten Pandaren, fifteen Yaungol, twenty Tauren, thirty Hozen, and fifty Jinyu, and was still not full.
You should know that the Warchief's tastes are becoming increasingly discerning; he absolutely refuses to eat a second bite of any dish.
"The thought of Thrall still alive and kicking fills me with resentment," Garrosh roared angrily.
General Nazgrim and his men fell silent, not daring to breathe. Garrosh glared angrily at them.
"At such a critical moment, isn't there anyone who can offer me some advice?"
The Warchief was furious, and anyone who displeased him in the slightest could face certain death; no one dared to utter a word.
After a long while, the Orcs sitting at the lower end carefully raised his hand.
Seeing this, Garrosh felt a fire burning within him. "Eitrigg, you speak."
As Thrall's advisor, Eitrigg's situation is now precarious as he joins Garrosh's ranks.
He knew that fortune favored the bold, and if he could devise a plan that satisfied Garrosh, he could very well rise to the top in one fell swoop.
"Warchief, I've received intelligence that Prophet Velen is in Kingdom of Stormwind, urging Varian to support Thrall."
Garrosh sneered, "Humans are nothing but food; I've never considered them a threat."
Thinking of the disastrous defeat at Niuzao Temple, Garrosh was in excruciating pain and almost couldn't resist killing Eitrigg on the spot.
"What suggestions do you have? Tell me." Garrosh barely suppressed his anger.
Eitrigg whispered, "Velen serves Thrall because he fears the Orcs Velen, and Thrall personally threatened him."
Garrosh, reminded of the situation, nodded and said, "We didn't threaten Velen, which is why he sided with Thrall. It seems that being kind to the Draenei was a mistake."
Eitrigg said with a grim expression:
"Warchief, the Draenei are terrified of the Orcs. Give me an army, just five hundred will suffice, to attack Exodar, and Velen will become Warchief slave."