The jailers carried Velen and Anduin a nearby room to rest.
Both of them were on the verge of death, their intestines were ruptured and their limbs were nothing but bones. If it weren't for the Holy Light sustaining their lives, they would have died long ago.
The powerful Holy Light healed their wounds, and the jailers brought food. Anduin and Velen were starving and wolfed down their food.
Anduin, tears streaming down his face, cried, "By the Holy Light, how long will we be tormented by Garrosh?"
Velen, looking dejected and listless, said, "According to my estimate, Garrosh's trial will last a long time, possibly six months to a year."
Anduin was terrified, his face ashen. He couldn't bear the pain of the dagger slicing through his body for even a day longer.
"Prophet Velen, you must think of a way; we can't go on like this."
Velen, his face contorted with grief, said, "Anduin, this is a test from the Holy Light for us. We should accept it with joy and gratitude."
Anduin said anxiously, "No, no, Garrosh is a ferocious beast. He will definitely become even more ruthless and come up with more terrible ways to torture us."
Velen said helplessly, "How could I not know Garrosh's cruelty? Unfortunately, I am powerless to do anything about it. Wrathion sealed the Holy Light within us, so apart from healing spells, we cannot cast any other spells. This place is Garrosh's prison, but it is also our prison."
Anduin angrily pounded the ground with his fist. "I wanted to feed the people of Stormwind City to Garrosh to win his favor, but I never expected to end up getting myself killed. I'm not reconciled!"
Velen said in a deep voice, "The Holy Light had already foretold Garrosh's Destiny. His achievements will far surpass those of Thrall, the Savior. I never expected that currying favor with Garrosh when he was in trouble would win his genuine affection. I only hope that when Garrosh achieves great success in the future, he will remember our kindness."
A crisp, beautiful voice rang out:
"Prophet Velen, you've lived for tens of thousands of years, yet you still can't see through the nature of the Orcs? They've never known gratitude. No matter how you treat Orcs, they'll only show you cruelty and slaughter. The Draenei being massacred by the Orcs is the best example. Why can't you wake up?"
Following the sound, they saw a figure appear in the corner.
Although her face was covered by a black cloth and she was draped in a thick cloak, her curvaceous figure and graceful curves were still visible.
Judging from her demeanor, she is a High Elf woman.
"Who are you?" Anduin asked uneasily.
The High Elf woman's gaze sharpened. "I ask you, do you wish to escape the Destiny of being treated as food and playthings by Garrosh?"
"Do you have a solution?" Anduin asked expectantly.
"Once Garrosh is dead, you will be free." The High Elf woman's voice was filled with deep hatred.
Velen stroked his beard and pondered for a while, "So it was you."
Anduin nodded. "I guessed it too. No wonder you want Garrosh dead."
The High Elf woman was not surprised. "Indeed, I cannot rest easy as long as Garrosh is alive. You should know how much I hate Garrosh."
Why bother with all this?
Anduin shook his head and sighed regretfully:
"I've long heard that Prince Kael'thas's distant cousin had a crush on Warchief Garrosh, and that her unrequited love turned into hatred. Unfortunately, fate cannot be forced."
Velen spoke in the tone of an elder, "Young man, listen to this old man's words: interracial sadomasochistic relationships never end well."
The High Elf woman was taken aback by this outcome. Without offering any explanation, she took out two pills, one black and one white, from her bosom.
"This is a secret royal medicine prepared by Silvermoon City. A single pill is not poisonous, but if two are swallowed together, one will suffer excruciating pain and die. I know you hate Garrosh. If each of you takes one pill, Garrosh will eat your flesh and quickly succumb to the poison, leaving no trace."
The High Elf woman placed two pills in front of Anduin and Velen, and said coldly:
"Whether you take these two pills is entirely up to you. I must remind you that because of the involvement of the Bronze Dragonflight Kairoz, the trial of Garrosh will not have a result in the short term."
Having said that, the High Elf woman threw out a cloud of smoke and disappeared.
The Temple of the White Tiger was heavily guarded, High Elf woman dared not linger.
Looking at the two pills in front of him, Anduin asked uncertainly, "Should we take them?"
Velen shook his head. "Anduin, the prophecy of the Holy Light is not wrong. Garrosh is destined to become the ruler of Azeroth. Although I know the nature of the Orcs, I have to take this gamble, hoping that Garrosh will have a change of heart this once. This is the Draenei's only hope for survival."
Anduin's disbelief in the prophecies of the Holy Light is best evidenced by the tragedy of the Draenei.
But Anduin had his own ideas. Over the years, he had grown accustomed to the deceit and treachery of the world.
Varian's cowardice and ignorance, Jaina's cunning and treachery, and the tragic end of the then- Duke Bolvar were all subtly influencing Anduin.
To secure his throne in Stormwind City, he must gain the support of Elune.
Garrosh's future achievements mean that he has won the favor of Elune; pleasing Garrosh is equivalent to pleasing Elune.
In order to gain prominence, high status, and the ability to do as he pleased, Anduin admonished himself that he must endure inhuman torment.
Having made up his mind, Anduin, "I'll destroy the pills right now."
Anduin raised his hand and slapped the white pill. The outer shell of the pill shattered, and a plump white worm crawled out, resembling a silkworm.
Almost simultaneously, the black pill shattered, and a black worm crawled out.
The two insects, one black and one white, were as hard as iron bars and moved with great agility. Anduin and Velen were unable to use offensive spells and were helpless against them.
The two worms leaped lightly and landed near Anduin and Velen's mouths.
"Shut your mouth and clench your teeth," Velen reminded him.
Unexpectedly, two worms quickly slithered into their nostrils and disappeared without a trace.
"What should we do?" Anduin face ashen.
Velen frowned, deep in thought.
The next morning, Anduin his sleep by the jailers and taken to Garrosh's room.
Velen and Anduin Garrosh held a sharp dagger and examined his breakfast.
"We meet again, Prophet Velen. Prince Anduin, this time I've come up with an even better plan."
Garrosh's eyes were filled with desperate madness as he plunged a sharp dagger into Anduin's thigh, severing a large chunk of flesh, which he then slowly chewed.
"You know what, Anduin? Your meat isn't firm enough, and Velen's meat is too tough. Only when they're eaten together do they taste good."
"Warchief Garrosh, beware of poison!" Velen cried out.
"What, it's poisonous?"
Garrosh quickly spat out the meat in his mouth.
"These damned scoundrels, do they want to starve me to death?" Garrosh protested angrily.
Anduin finally saw hope; he could escape being eaten by Garrosh.
Unexpectedly, Velen reminded him, "Warchief, Anduin and I are poisoned by different kinds of poison. Only eating the flesh of both of us will cause the poison to take effect. If we only eat Anduin, we will be fine."