Garrosh curled up in a ball, his hands covering his head, his face filled with terror, terrified.
However, an unexpected layer of golden Power of the Holy Light appeared on his body, successfully blocking the Doomhammer.
The leaders present were all taken aback.
Robbie looked at the two figures, one old and one young, with great surprise.
Outside the Throne Room, Prophet Velen and Prince Anduin arrived breathlessly, and Velen used the Power of the Holy Light to protect Garrosh in time.
"Your Holiness, please do not kill the Warchief Savior!"
In the presence of Orcs, the Prophet Velen was always meek and submissive, like a timid mouse.
It's unclear how much courage Velen mustered, but he trotted up to Thrall, his face full of fawning and ingratiating intent.
"Savior, Warchief Garrosh shouldn't have died like this. After all, he saved Azeroth time and time again."
At the same time, Anduin ran up to Varian.
"In the name of the Holy Light, I command you to save Warchief Garrosh."
Varian was terrified by Anduin's terrifying Holy Light and quickly hid behind Sylvanas.
"You cannot escape; you must face your Destiny." Anduin followed closely, but was stopped by the Blightcaller.
Anduin, his palm glowing with Power of the Holy Light, was about to push away the Blightcaller when Sylvanas turned and smiled.
"Little Lion, this is not a place for you to run wild."
Several Undead Orcs approached and grabbed Anduin by the limbs. Anduin's Holy Light went out, and he trembled with fear, unable to speak.
Thrall looked up and, upon seeing that it was Velen had ruined his plans, was immediately furious.
In Thrall's mind, the Draenei were even lower than the Tauren; the Tauren could at least be used as food for the Orcs, while the Draenei were nothing but useless trash.
"You call this stupid Warchief?"
Thrall let out a terrible roar and slammed his hammer down on Velen.
Velen was terrified and dared not use his Power of the Holy Light to fight back. He instinctively raised his arm to block, and the hammer struck Velen's arm.
Fortunately, the Draenei were in excellent physical condition, and his arm was intact, though he felt some pain.
"My esteemed Savior, please allow me to explain. Lord Garrosh is a matter of life and death for Azeroth, and the Holy Light has told me..."
Seeing that Velen dared not use Holy Light, Thrall became even more emboldened, interrupting Velen and shouting:
"Holy Light is nothing but useless trash." With that, he swung the hammer at Velen again.
Thrall used Elemental Power in this strike, Velen still dared not use Holy Light. He raised his arm to block again, but unfortunately, flesh and blood could not withstand the elements. With a crisp sound, Velen's right arm broke off, revealing an irregular shape.
"Ah!"
Velen winced in pain, letting out a loud scream, and timidly retorted, "The Holy Light guides us!"
"The Holy Light made the Draenei into food for the Orcs; the meat is truly awful." Seeing Velen's cowardice, Thrall became even more unrestrained, smashing his hammer again and again.
"Savior, please let me explain." Velen desperately tried to evade the question, while struggling to explain himself, tears welling up in his eyes.
Thrall, listening to Velen's ramblings, hammered harder and harder, determined to take his life.
"The Draenei are all cowards. Do you want the Orcs to be as useless as the Draenei? Die, you useless leader! Because of your incompetence, the Draenei in such a miserable state."
A Doomhammer was planted in the ground, granting the Doomhammer the Windfury effect, causing it to swing at an unseen speed.
Velen was caught off guard and was struck in the waist by Thrall's hammer.
The sound of bones breaking rang out again; Velen's back was broken, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.
Thrall pressed his advantage, smashing Velen's hammer down on the head.
Velen screamed again, blood streaming from his mouth and nose. Thrall grinned maliciously:
"Prophet Velen, are you willing to die for Garrosh, and even at the cost of all the Draenei?"
Velen, his face half-covered in blood and gore, managed to utter, "Savior, everything I've done is for Azeroth."
Thrall chuckled coldly, "A clumsy lie. I used this excuse to devour countless Tauren and Pandaren. You must pay the price for your actions."
Thrall raised his Doomhammer, ready to smash Velen's head.
At this critical moment, Velen finally used the Holy Light, and golden Holy Light covered his entire body.
Thrall was quick-witted enough to know how terrifying Velen was when he used the Holy Light, and he immediately and nimbly jumped aside.
Sylvanas, standing nearby, scolded, "Velen, stop your insolence! Know your place, you lowly Draenei!"
The Holy Light provided initial healing to Velen's injuries and stopped the bleeding. Velen said humbly, "Your Majesty, Dark Lady, please hear me. The Holy Light has given a prophecy: Lord Garrosh is crucial to the future of Azeroth. Without Garrosh, Azeroth will be destroyed."
Sylvanas walked step by step toward Velen, reaching out her right hand to choke Velen. Although Velen was tall, two heads taller than Sylvanas, he was as powerless as a child at that moment.
"Azeroth will not be destroyed by the loss of any one person, useless old man. Your prophecies will only bring destruction, just like the miserable Draenei."
With a sudden wave of her hand, Sylvanas threw Velen a great distance, where a group of tall Abominations surrounded Velen.
Compared to the cunning Velen, Sylvanas thought the young Anduin easier to fool. A smile appeared on her face as she approached the subdued Anduin.
"Anduin, if you don't want to be eaten by the Abominations along with Velen, you'd better tell the truth."
Anduin fright, trembled as he said, "Velen and I were hiding in the Land of Grace when suddenly..."
"Wait, what is the Land of Grace?" Sylvanas interrupted Anduin's explanation.
Anduin swallowed hard and whispered, "The Land of Grace is a magnificent stealth spaceship that usually floats on the sea. It has collected beauties from all races in the universe, dazzling the eyes. Velen boasted to me that there are more than three thousand races in total."
Sylvanas chuckled, "This old man certainly knows how to enjoy himself. Go on."
Anduin continued, "We saw a beam of light from Elune. She told us that times have changed. The Shadow of Argus of the Legion has not been chosen, and the Heaven's Shadow of the Holy Light Kingdom is coming. In the near future, the Holy Light will shine upon the earth, and all the heroic spirits will be resurrected to fight each other until their blood is spilled."
Sylvanas asked curiously, "Whose blood?"
Anduin shook his head, indicating he didn't know.
Compared to Velen's so-called prophecy of the Holy Light, Anduin's words were clearly more credible. Sylvanas hesitated for a moment, then pointed to Garrosh on the ground and asked:
Why can't this Orcs die?
Anduin said softly, "Elune, said that the Heaven's Shadow cannot descend upon Azeroth at will; it requires a trigger, a mistake."
Sylvanas looked puzzled, then nodded as if she understood.
Robbie, standing to the side, felt relieved.
The so-called opportunity, the mistake, refers to the dangerous act of interfering with time on a large scale, namely the arrival of the Draenor World thirty-five years ago.
This is a violation of the rules and wrongdoing among all races in the universe. It is only when the beings of Azeroth commit errors that they have an excuse to interfere.
Under the Shadow of Argus, the races of Azeroth did not rebel against Elune.
"And what about the Heaven's Shadow?" Robbie pondered.