"Shameless! How could Azeroth have such despicable people like you?" Anduin exclaimed indignantly.
"Your hearts are corrupt, your morals have declined, and you can't even satisfy the Warchief's petty desires. Don't you feel ashamed?"
Velen shook his head in disappointment, looking heartbroken.
Under the Fervor gaze of the crowd, Master Haight and Baine found themselves in the wrong.
Master Hait shook his head with difficulty. "I'm sorry, I won't change my mind."
Baine felt immense pressure, sweating profusely, and wavered. "Let me think about it, please give me some time."
Anduin stood up, arrogant and domineering, and said menacingly, "Stormwind City is willing to provide Garrosh with ingredients in place of the Pandaren."
King Varian looked displeased. Anduin's unilateral decision was tantamount to disregarding him as his father, but Varian wouldn't argue with Anduin such a trivial matter.
Not worth.
Wrathion smiled and said, "I don't think Garrosh would mind if humans replaced the Pandaren."
Prophet Velen retorted, "It is our honor that Exodar is also willing to provide ingredients for the Draenei."
Wrathion nodded. "The Draenei are food for the Orcs; it's a fine tradition of Draenor World, and it's necessary to continue to promote it."
Changing the subject, Wrathion added, "Warchief Garrosh hasn't eaten all day and is in a state of hunger. This is not the way to treat guests. Since Prince Anduin and Prophet Velen are willing to provide food for the Warchief, let's start with you."
Anduin and Velen were prepared; powerful Power of the Holy Light enveloped their bodies, and a pair of golden wings appeared on their backs as they slowly flew into the air.
Both men wore expressions of absolute confidence; facing two opponents alone, there was no reason for them to lose.
Velen said with a serious expression, "Wrathion, I was fortunate to receive your guidance last time, and today I'll get my revenge."
Anduin said earnestly, "Wrathion, although you once saved my life, for the sake of the Warchief, for the sake of Azeroth, we must become enemies."
"You lot?" Wrathion laughed arrogantly. "Old Demon Clown, utterly pathetic. You probably don't know this, but once you've fought me, you'll never defeat me again."
Without even seeing Wrathion cast a spell, a strangely shaped Whelps suddenly appeared out of thin air, spread its wings, and flew towards Anduin.
Then, Anduin felt the Holy Light within him rapidly disappear and fell from mid-air.
A long arm extended from the Whelps and grabbed Anduin's waist:
"The Whelps carries Orcs blood, Anduin. You are honored to become Warchief Garrosh's food," Wrathion said calmly.
"Velen, save me!" Anduin roared.
At this moment, Velen was preoccupied with his own problems, while Wrathion summoned dozens of Orcs that floated in the air and surrounded Velen.
Velen harbored a deep-seated fear of the Orcs. Although these Orcs were merely the lowest-ranking soldiers, and a single beam of Holy Light could vaporize them all, Velen's cowardice prevented him from taking action.
"Wrathion, if you're so capable, fight fairly. What kind of skill is it to resort to scheming and trickery?"
Having been defeated by Wrathion last time, Velen obtained several powerful Holy Light spells from the Naaru, and with Anduin's assistance, he was even more formidable. He had hoped to avenge his previous defeat, but he never expected Wrathion to resort to such despicable means.
Dozens of Orcs converged on Velen from all directions, and soon Velen was surrounded by the Orcs in the center.
"No!"
Velen finally unleashed his power, using the Power of the Holy Light to repel the Orcs.
Suddenly, a hideous Orcs head appeared before Velen, as large as a house, and its face was none other than Garrosh's.
Velen was taken aback and at a loss for what to do when the Orcs's head opened its mouth and spat out more than a dozen Flame tentacles, which tightly bound Velen.
It should be noted that in a battle between masters, victory or defeat can be decided in the blink of an eye. Wrathion fabricated Garrosh's head, causing Velen to momentarily lose his senses, thus securing the victory in one fell swoop.
"Velen, you're lucky too, to become the Warchief's food along with Anduin."
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde stood by indifferently, none of them willing to help. In their hearts, Anduin and Velen, who spoke up for Garrosh, were the real enemies.
Suddenly, the Flame ropes binding Velen broke free, and at the same time, Anduin escaped from the dragon's claws.
Wrathion seemed to have been prepared. Before Anduin and Velen could react, two shadow orbs that had been prepared beforehand enveloped their bodies.
At the same time, a rope of Holy Light shot out from Wrathion' sleeve, flying out of the window like a javelin and firmly binding something.
The Holy Light Rope retracted, the other end of which was bound to a Blood Elf man.
The Blood Elf man waved his hands repeatedly. "Misunderstanding, this is all a misunderstanding. I am the Bronze Dragonflight Kairoz, here to judge Garrosh."
Wrathion snorted and reluctantly unfurled the Flame ropes.
The Bronze Dragonflight Kairoz dusted himself off and announced loudly, "I have brought a treasure called the Hourglass of Time, which can be used to view Garrosh's past and the history of the Orcs, and to judge Garrosh's crimes."
Upon discovering such a treasure, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde simultaneously took a step back, distancing themselves from Kairoz.
In Azeroth, no leader is clean. Only they themselves know how many unspeakable and disgusting things lie hidden within their impeccable and glorious resumes.
Kairoz scratched his head and cautiously added, "The Hourglass of Time can only show the history of the Orcs and Garrosh's experiences; it has no other functions."
The leaders were relieved, but still no one dared to approach Kairoz, lest he lie.
Velen and Anduin sent as food to Garrosh's prison. During the trial, they were eaten by Garrosh three times a day, fed the most primitive raw food.
The jailer assured them that Garrosh would not kill them, and that with the help of the Holy Light, even the most severe injuries could be healed, so their lives were not in danger.
With Garrosh's food problem resolved, the trial officially began.
Kairoz enthusiastically took out the Hourglass of Time, a magical artifact resembling a mirror. According to Kairoz himself, it was made by combining the Sands of Time and the Epoch Stone from the Timeless Isle.
"I'm going to show you a point in the Timeline to judge whether the Orcs are benevolent."
Hourglass of Time progresses, countless points of light form an image, clearly presented to everyone.
This was a magnificent Draenei city, with clean streets, spacious houses, and crystal-like domes. If Velen were here, he would surely recognize it as the Draenei city of Telmor, but alas, it has long since been reduced to ruins.
At this moment, the city was filled with the smoke of battle, and countless Orcs were slaughtering the Draenei, led by two tall Orcs.
One of the Orcs is very familiar to everyone; he wears a Bai Lang skin and is Thrall's father, Durotan.
Durotan charged ahead, plunging into the Draenei civilians, wielding his Battle Axe and reaping Draenei lives. His eyes were bloodshot, and he roared and screamed with mad excitement, seemingly enjoying himself immensely.
The leaders remained silent, after all, Thrall was right there, and they had to give the Savior face.
A little Draenei girl lay on the ground, and behind her an Orcs raised Battle Axe, but Durotan kicked him to the ground.
Durotan carefully protected the little Draenei girl.
"My God, Lord Durotan is even more merciful than the Naaru," Baine said obsequiously.
"Chieftain Durotan is a ray of light that warmed my cold heart," Lor'themar said with deep emotion.
Slaughtering a city is a minor evil, saving one person is a great act of kindness; there is inherent unfairness between people.