"The truth? What truth? I don't quite understand." The cunning Velen feigned ignorance.
Kairoz explained patiently:
"The Bronze Dragonflight once conducted an experiment, sending several historians to the time period they were most familiar with. As a result, they all encountered obstacles and struggled to make progress. Do you know why?"
Velen chuckled dryly a few times, but did not answer.
Kairoz smirked sarcastically, "The history people know is all the most shameless lies, not a single word of truth. I think the history of Draenor is the same."
Velen hesitated for a long time before saying in a deep voice, "Alright, I'll tell you. Actually, I don't know much about the Orcs chieftains. I only recognize Orgrim Doomhammer and Thrall's father, Durotan. Geromi is right; long before the Orcs drank the Blood of Mannoroth, the Draenei were the Orcs' food."
Seeing the puzzled expressions on their faces, Velen explained with a wry smile:
"You know that Draenei cities are limited in size, and Draenei are immortal, so they rarely get sick. From birth, they have no worries about food or clothing, and once they settle down, they multiply rapidly. If I didn't control the Draenei population, Draenor World would have been overrun with Draenei long ago."
Kairoz breathed a sigh of relief, "So you expelled the excess tribesmen."
Velen nodded. "I was very careful in my selection. Those with rebellious hearts and unstable tribesmen were all banished without exception. Before banishing them, I stripped them of their Power of the Holy Light and used the Holy Light to burn their bodies, leaving them weak and vulnerable, guaranteed to be eaten by the Orcs. I don't want to be banished and have the Draenei unite against me."
"You're really cruel to try and please the Naaru," Kairoz said coldly.
Velen had another purpose in doing this: to provide the Naaru with the souls of the Draenei. Velen chuckled softly.
"If it were you, you would have done the same. This is the price a leader must pay. Back then, large numbers of Orcs settled outside Draenei cities, surviving by eating the Draenei were eliminated."
Kairoz felt a little relieved, but then frowned again. "The timing is the same for the Draenei, things are going relatively smoothly. It's a pity Grom Hellscream was an accident; the Warsong Clan has been enslaved by Ogres."
Garrosh was very unwilling and kicked Geromi hard.
"Hey, how many Orcs Clans are ruled by Ogres, the gods you admire?"
Geromi said with reverence, "Besides the desolate Frostfire Ridge, the glory of the gods shines upon all the Orcs Clans."
Garrosh was furious and said angrily, "So, apart from the Frostwolf Clan, all the other Clans are slaves of the Ogres. What a bunch of useless trash!"
"No, no!" Geromi shook his head. "God simply disdains to live in Frostfire Ridge; the Frostwolf Clan Consecration the most slaves and food to God each year."
Kairoz said with difficulty, "The emergence of Ogres is a variable I didn't anticipate; my plans must be changed."
Anduin a moment, then said seriously, "Perhaps this is the truth of history. For example, Kingdom of Stormwind was once enslaved by Gnolls, and Ironforge was once conquered by Kobolds. It's just that these humiliating histories are unknown to most people, and the truth is hidden deep within the palace."
Kairoz's expression turned expectant again as he grabbed the thin Geromi and asked:
"Have you heard of Blackhand the Destroyer, Kilrogg Deadeye, Ner'zhul of the Shadowmoon Clan, and Gul'dan the Warlock?"
Geromi shook his head blankly, indicating that he didn't recognize any of them.
Kairoz took a deep breath, his eyes slightly brightening, and whispered, "This is interesting."
From Geromi, we learn that the Gorian Empire, established by the Ogres, had flourished for thousands of years, and the Orcs had always been enslaved by the Ogres.
Interestingly, Orcs never thought they should resist Ogres and had long been accustomed to accepting their fate.
Instead, the Draenei as a monstrous threat, and from the moment the Draenei arrived on the planet, Orcs plotted to annihilate Draenei.
The Prophet Velen expressed his opinion, saying disdainfully:
"Years ago, I exiled some Draenei. They secretly contacted the Orcs, inciting Orcs to rebel against Ogre rule. The Orcs have been slaves and food to the Ogres for thousands of years. Rebelling against the Ogres is tantamount to sending them to their deaths, so they have forged a blood feud with us. This is all their own doing, and they have no one else to blame but themselves."
Having grasped the basic situation of this era, Kairoz needed to rethink his plans and did not rush to communicate with the Warsong Clan.
The group built a thatched hut near the water source and lived there. Geromi was not entitled to live inside the hut, so he resigned himself to living outside the hut, but he used his Orcs identity to become familiar with Garrosh.
Everyone underestimated Geromi. After several days of observation, Geromi noticed some clues and gained Garrosh's trust, secretly coming up with an idea.
In front of everyone, Garrosh said to Kairoz with ill intent:
"This era has the Prophet Velen, and we also have a Prophet Velen here. What will happen if the two Prophet Velen meet?"
After Garrosh's reminder, Kairoz paused and looked at the Prophet Velen:
"Terribly sorry"
The Prophet Velen, being a man of great wisdom, knew without Kairoz's explanation that he had been eliminated.
A dense Holy Light enveloped the Prophet Velen, Prophet Velen used the Holy Light Translocation Technique to teleport far away in an instant and quickly disappeared without a trace.
Fortunately, Velen escaped quickly enough. Kairoz had originally intended to kill Velen, and he shook the shards of the curved Hourglass:
Without this fragment, Velen's best fate would be to be transported back to his original Timeline; he's lucky.
At Garrosh's suggestion, Geromi moved into Velen's room.
That night, Anduin he suddenly felt incredibly heavy and experienced a sharp pain in his right leg.
Anduin awoke from the excruciating pain to find Garrosh pinned down, biting at his right leg, blood staining the sheets.
"Prince Highness, this isn't the first time. What's the big deal?" Garrosh sneered.
Anduin pain, and Kairoz walked over, glanced at him, and scolded him:
"It's so late, don't disturb others' rest, Anduin. You're supposed to be a Prince, how can you be so unruly? You really lack manners."
Garrosh had eaten his fill, Anduin's right leg was nothing but bone, so he quickly used Holy Light to heal it.
Just as he finally drifted off to sleep again, a sharp pain shot through his left leg. He discovered that the orc Horomi was tearing at his left leg, even more cruel than Garrosh, smashing his bones and sucking out his marrow.
Anduin roared again, Kairoz finally couldn't take it anymore and angrily knocked Anduin.
Having lost both legs overnight, Anduin realized that without Velen, he was alone and helpless, destined to become food for the Orcs.
Clearly, Elune, will not cooperate with lowly food; his attempts to please her are futile and will only result in further suffering.
After careful consideration, that evening, Anduin also used Holy Light Leap and disappeared without a trace.
Velen and Anduin gave up one after the other, Kairoz was originally very relieved that no one was competing with him for the affections of Elune.
But he soon realized that he was also outnumbered and outmatched, and that Garrosh and Geromi had joined forces and seemed to be plotting against him.