The vortex appeared suddenly and disappeared just as quickly.
The falling figure was enveloped in intense golden Holy Light, making intimate contact with the ground. The earth trembled slightly, but the figure remained unharmed.
This person was none other than Velen. After dispelling the Holy Light, Velen straightened his collar and suddenly realized that the surrounding scenery looked familiar. A group of familiar people were watching, which made him quite embarrassed.
After being rejected by the Draenor World, Velen used the Holy Light to protect himself and successfully passed through the time portal, but unexpectedly fell into the Temple of the White Tiger.
Is it a coincidence, destiny, or the secret intervention of some powerful being?
Unsure of what had happened, Velen batting an eye, addressed the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde:
"Gentlemen, I am very sorry. I am not capable enough to capture Garrosh. He has escaped. I will reflect on my mistake."
His skin is so thick, it's as ridiculous as his age.
Velen and Anduin entered the Portal to Kairoz, clearly to escape with Garrosh, yet they speak of it with such high-sounding righteousness.
Sylvanas was quite blunt, sneering, "What, Garrosh abandoned you? He must think you're too old and not to his liking anymore."
Velen remained calm and composed, saying frankly:
"By the Holy Light, I have a clear conscience about everything I have done. It's a pity that if someone had been able to chase after him with me, Garrosh would not have been able to escape. You are the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde, the heroes of Azeroth, yet you are so cowardly and timid, which greatly disappoints me."
With just a few words, Velen not only cleared his name but also managed to turn the tables on him.
Everyone present was speechless, frustrated by the lack of evidence to convict Velen.
Vol'jin didn't care whether Velen was colluding with Garrosh; he only cared about Garrosh's whereabouts, and loudly demanded to know Velen's whereabouts:
"Prophet Velen, wherever Garrosh has fled, I will hunt him down to the ends of the earth."
Velen gave a strange smile, "Garrosh is beyond the ends of the world; you won't find him in Azeroth."
"He went to Outland?" Vol'jin asked in surprise.
Velen shook his head. "It was that traitor Kairoz who helped Garrosh travel through time to a Parallel Worlds, Draenor thirty-five years ago."
The leaders present were stunned; this was far beyond their expectations, and they all turned to look at Chromie.
Chromie blinked, and after a moment's thought:
"Nozdormu once discovered a strange time portal leading to Draenor thirty-five years in the past and created a specially made Hourglass to that timeline. Nozdormu once experimented on a Dalaran Mages, but unfortunately, the mage disappeared without a trace, so he had to abandon the project. After Nozdormu's disappearance, the Hourglass became unknown."
Varian shrugged indifferently and said, "Alright, Garrosh escaped successfully. We can't find him, so let him be."
Vol'jin nodded. "Since he's no longer in this world, there's no need to pursue his crimes."
You people are truly fearless because of your ignorance.
Velen's voice trembled, and he said with exasperation:
"Kairoz rescued Garrosh just so he could live a peaceful life? Naive. Kairoz's plan is to use Garrosh to unify the Orcs of Draenor World, establish a new Iron Horde, and then invade Azeroth. If you settle for this, you'll all become Restless Souls of Garrosh's axe."
"Damn it, how could this happen?" Upon hearing this, Vol'jin was the most anxious.
Velen sneered, "I warned you all long ago that Garrosh committed war crimes and must be executed as soon as possible, but you wouldn't listen and insisted on some kind of trial!"
Everyone fell silent again; Velen seemed to have forgotten who had saved Garrosh from Thrall's Doomhammer.
Thrall, just as uneasy as Vol'jin, whispered to Chromie:
"I don't think Garrosh can make it. After all, it requires crossing two worlds and there's a thirty-five-year time difference. I don't know much about time, but I don't think it's that simple."
Chromie jumped onto the high platform and said seriously, "You can rest assured, Garrosh's army can only remain in the Parallel Worlds."
Velen felt very uncomfortable; if that were the case, his warning was meaningless. He protested:
"Impossible. I heard Kairoz say with my own ears that he has a way to build a Dark Portal to Azeroth."
Chromie explained calmly:
"Theoretically, it is indeed possible. Kairoz needs to build a Dark Portal in Draenor thirty-five years ago. At the same time, we also need someone to cooperate with him to recalibrate the coordinates of the Dark Portal. This will require a huge price, perhaps even the resources of an entire nation. As long as we keep monitoring the Dark Portal, and all of you here refuse to cooperate with Garrosh will have no choice but to retire in Draenor."
Varian laughed heartily, "That puts my mind at ease. How could we possibly cooperate with Garrosh?"
"Yes, he obviously did such a thing, isn't it enough that the Tauren died?" Bain said naively.
Thrall chuckled and said to Zaela, "Did you hear that? Garrosh isn't coming back. Interested in retiring with me? I have a nice secret palace."
Zaela smiled alluringly, "If your secret palace has a swimming pool, I might consider it."
Thrall said smugly, "The swimming pool is huge; it's a lake."
Since Garrosh was not coming back, the leaders lost interest and prepared to return home.
That night, Baine secretly met with Sylvanas.
Unexpectedly, all the Horde leaders were present; Baine was the last to arrive.
"I may be slow-witted, but I have a feeling this isn't as simple as it seems," Baine said worriedly.
Thrall looked tense and asked mysteriously, "Baine, have you ever heard of the Devil-in-a-Bottle Riddle?"
Baine nodded. "That's exactly what I was worried about."
The Devil-in-a-Bottle Riddle is very famous in the history of the Orcs, proving the wicked side of human nature, and the correct solution has never been found.
It is said that a group of Orcs came to a strange Island, in the middle of which was a bottle, and inside the bottle was sealed a demon.
The devil promised that whoever released him would live, while everyone else would die.
It is known that the bottle cannot be moved, cannot be damaged, and there is no way to prevent others from getting close.
The devil is untrustworthy and has a high probability of breaking his promise.
This puzzle seems simple; as long as everyone doesn't release the devil, they'll be safe.
However, the larger the number of Orcs, the more uncertain the path becomes.
The chance of a demon being released increases with the number of Orcs.
Someone once calculated that if the number of Orcs exceeds 121, then the demons will be released 100% of the time.
No one knows how this number was derived, but Thrall firmly believes it and was the first to swear an oath:
"Please rest assured, everyone, I will absolutely not cooperate with Garrosh. I'm just worried that some of you might not be able to resist the temptation."
Vol'jin's expression was cold. "I believe none of you here will be tempted by Garrosh, and I also trust the Alliance. Unfortunately, according to the theory of the devil in the bottle, the most rational choice is to release the devil and try to salvage the situation by hoping the devil will keep its promise, rather than believing that others are rational enough to sit and wait for death."
Sylvanas nodded. "No one wants to hand over the choice of their own life to someone else; we must take control of our own Destiny."