Witnessing Khadgar and his party cross the Dark Portal, the Infinite Dragonlord Murozond sigh of relief and poured himself a cup of tea.
Secretly altering history, Velen saved Garrosh in Varian's place, Murozond feared most would lead to unforeseen consequences, such as Khadgar refusing to fight the Iron Horde.
Now the Timeline has finally returned to normal, and history flows quietly like Flowing Water, only the course of the river ahead has subtly changed.
There are four seats at the round table: Murozond, Robbie, Vanessa, and one empty seat.
"A tribute to this remarkable friend."
Murozond's face was conflicted, and he said with great reluctance:
"I thought that after Nozdormu left, no one in Azeroth had a more comprehensive understanding of time than me, but this person was able to send you through Timelines without leaving any ripples in time, which even I couldn't detect. His methods are many times more sophisticated than mine."
Robbie remained silent. The Black Cat was a forbidden existence, a powerful being from the universe, a mysterious and adorable pet army, whose true form had yet to be revealed.
Although it was just tea, Murozond felt a tipsy sensation, and said with great enthusiasm:
"Fortunately, we have fulfilled our mission and finally uncovered the true enemy behind the scenes. The future is clearly laid out before me: the Army of the Light has replaced the Burning Legion as Deathwing's most feared enemy. It's not too late."
Robbie said worriedly, "But we are completely unfamiliar with the Army of the Light."
When it comes to the Burning Legion, its upper-level leaders are the Eredar, its main generals are Dreadlords and Pit Lords, and its ordinary soldiers are mostly Felguard, Infernals, and so on.
Their leaders, organizational structure, and historical background are all crystal clear to me; I could talk about them for days and nights straight.
However, of the mysterious Army of the Light, only a few Naaru are known to exist. The highest-ranking among them is probably the Mother of Holy Light Xe'ra, but judging from her strength, she is likely just a minor figure.
Vanessa had a different opinion, and calmly analyzed:
"There's a fundamental difference between the Army of the Light and the Burning Legion, and that's their attitude towards Elune. The Burning Legion remains neutral towards Elune, avoiding any provocation if possible. The relationship between the Army of the Light and Elune is very delicate, and I suspect there must be some conflict between them."
"What makes you say that?" Murozond couldn't understand.
Vanessa parted her lips slightly and uttered a name:
"High Priestess Tyrande, she is a Priest."
"This!"
Murozond frowned, lost in thought.
Tyrande, Elune's most trusted Priest, is practically Elune 'Azeroth’s Spokesman.
However, Tyrande is Proficiency in using the Power of the Holy Light, a fact that the Night Elf race are vague about, generally referring to as the Light of Elune.
Although they have different names, they are essentially the same: Holy Light!
Elune's most trusted Priestess can wield the Holy Light, which means the Army of the Light and Elune are vying for followers.
Robbie suddenly had an idea: perhaps he could ask Tyrande for the truth.
Murozond pondered for a moment, then nodded:
"Compared to the ruthless Burning Legion, the Army of the Light might be our opportunity. We shouldn't completely regard them as enemies; we can try to win them over if the chance arises."
During their conversation, the three finished a pot of tea, Murozond stood up and said:
"I'll send you back now, back to your original Timeline. Prepare yourselves for the coming of the Age of Holy Light, a vibrant, unpredictable future that's sure to be very interesting."
A massive golden Time Vortex appeared, and Robbie and Vanessa stepped into its center. This wasn't their first time traversing time, and they were already used to strange phenomena.
Murozond suddenly looked puzzled, and after a long pause, said:
"The Timeline has shifted slightly, but thankfully the impact is minimal. Time will pass a little after you return, at most half a month. The location will be Draenor."
"Will this have any impact?" Robbie asked.
Before Murozond answer, Robbie felt a sudden dizziness and, in a panic, tightly gripped Vanessa's hand.
Inside the fortress of the Lunarfall, a flash of light appeared.
It was the dead of night. Robbie and Vanessa stood firmly in place. The fortress was quiet, and there were no patrolling guards.
Playthings must fulfill their duties!
Vanessa quickly regained her commanding presence, her beautiful face now shrouded in frost.
Murozond said it would shift by half a month, meaning the commander had been gone for a while, and the fortress had ended up like this.
"Who is it? I smell a living person."
A familiar voice came, and Hogger rolled out. When he saw Vanessa and Robbie, he quickly stopped and grinned, revealing a mouthful of big teeth.
"Oh! Commander, you're finally back!"
"What happened? Where are the people inside the fortress?" Vanessa asked coldly.
In this Timeline, the Horde was destroyed, Sylvanas died, Khadgar and Prophet Velen disappeared on the Broken Shore, and the Iron Horde was severely weakened.
The Draenor World is in a brief period of peace, and its Followers should have nothing to do.
Hogger lowered his gaze and said, "Everyone's been busy packing for days and is resting."
"Why are you packing?" Robbie asked.
"It's Yrel, she's ungrateful and wants to send us back, back to Azeroth."
Hogger gritted his teeth, his large front teeth gleaming coldly.
After Hogger's careful explanation, Robbie and Vanessa understood the cause and effect.
This was only thirteen days after Vanessa left.
After the fall of the Prophet Velen in the Draenor Timeline, Yrel naturally became the leader of the Draenei, and with the covert help of the Alliance, his power gradually consolidated.
The Alliance's idea was simple: join forces with the Draenei to defeat the Iron Horde, and then the two sides would exchange goods and engage in friendly trade.
Yrel's initial idea was the same; however, just a few days ago, the Draenei suddenly changed their minds and issued an ultimatum to the Alliance commanders in the Lunarfall, ordering them to leave Draenor within half a month. The Draenei were about to sever all ties with the Azeroth.
The Alliance commanders were caught off guard and lodged a protest.
It's important to understand that the Alliance invested a significant amount of money and resources in building the fortress, and they haven't even recouped their costs yet!
Unfortunately, the Draenei seemed to have undergone a complete transformation overnight, displaying immense strength, and the Alliance commanders were routed.
"Yrel is too powerful."
Hogger, looking visibly shaken, shrank his neck and said:
"I still remember the first time I met Yrel, a little Draenei girl who loved to take advantage of others; I could have easily knocked her over with one hand. Now, she unleashes massive amounts of magic with a wave of her hand, destroying a fortress with ease. My god, I suspect I'm facing Archimonde."
Robbie asked in surprise, "Are you sure it's magic, and not Holy Light?"
Hogger thought about it carefully and said with certainty, "There is Holy Light, but there are even more Flame Arcane and Frost magic. People cast magic instinctively, not by learning it later, just like my Big Tooth."
Robbie and Vanessa looked at each other for a long while before Vanessa whispered:
"It seems necessary to meet with Yrel."