Inside the prayer room, Velen awoke from a jumble of hallucinations, realizing that something terrible had happened.
When Velen saw Durotan outside the door, his heart leaped into his throat. Fear of the Orcs overwhelmed him, and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Left with no other option, Velen could only pray to the Holy Light:
"Merciful Holy Light! Help me to destroy the Evil in this world."
After a long while, Holy Light descended, and a majestic voice echoed in Velen's ears:
"Velen, you have lived for tens of thousands of years, and we have bestowed upon you abundant Holy Light. This matter should be handled by you yourself."
Velen stared in astonishment, his mouth agape, and stammered:
"But the outside world is full of ferocious Orcs."
The Holy Light rebuked him bluntly:
"Velen, I know what you fear. You're not afraid of the Orcs, but you're worried about offending Elune. Now you need to make a decision."
Orcs are the children of Elune.
Long ago, the wise Velen guessed the truth, and thus he was subservient to the Orcs and harbored fear of them.
Now, the Holy Light needs him to make a choice:
"Will you be brutally killed and eaten by the Orcs, or will you choose to resist? Velen, your strength is enough to defeat the Frostwolf Clan led by Durotan."
The golden light in Velen's eye sockets flashed briefly, but quickly faded; he dared not!
The Holy Light refused to help, but Velen knew there were other ways.
The door to the prayer room opened, and Velen walked out. The tall Velen was two heads taller Durotan.
Durotan became serious, sensing a terrifying Power of the Holy Light emanating from Velen, more intense than that of Grommash Hellscream, Kilrogg, and Blackhand combined.
This was a terrifying opponent unlike any they had ever faced. Durotan gripped his pair of Battle Axes tightly, and the phantom of gray tentacles appeared behind him, ready for a fierce battle.
Velen took a few quick steps, then suddenly knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to Durotan:
"I was wrong, I'm just a piece of trash, merciful Lord Durotan, please spare my old life!"
A bead of sweat silently slid down Durotan's forehead. He had long heard that Velen was cowardly and most afraid of Orcs, and the rumors were indeed true.
"Take him down!"
The Frostwolf Clan soldiers swarmed forward. Two Orcs, wielding sharp spears, pierced Velen's shoulder blades, while Orcs broke Velen limbs.
Velen screamed in agony, but he dared not resist. Countless chains bound Velen, and his mouth was stuffed with stones to prevent him from casting spells.
Having done all this, Durotan felt no sense of victory, but rather some apprehension.
Velen has a special identity, backed by the Army of the Light. Should we really kill him?
Although he had been tortured and was on the verge of death, the light in Velen's eyes still shone through, proving that he had not succumbed to despair.
Durotan was secretly worried about what to do with Velen.
Grommash Hellscream forward, grinning broadly, and slapped Velen hard across the face.
"You old piece of trash, you've finally met your match! Draenei will always be Orcs food."
Kilrogg examined Velen's eyes. "I'm missing an eyeball. I wonder what would happen if I had Velen's!"
Blackhand chuckled and said, "Why don't we dismantle Velen? If we replace him with Velen's skeleton, he probably won't suffer so much when using Holy Light."
Looking at the prayer room in Velen, Durotan realized something.
The Holy Light is the one who supports Velen; even if Velen is reduced to ashes, the Holy Light still has a way to resurrect him.
Unfortunately, Velen overestimated himself; you really thought the Holy Light couldn't do without you.
With that thought, Durotan smiled faintly, walked into the prayer room, and closed the door tightly.
Grommash Hellscream and the others were bewildered, while Velen, whose aura was weak, revealed unease in his eyes.
A dense Power of the Holy Light filled the prayer room. Durotan opened his arms and proclaimed:
"Great Holy Light, what Velen can do, I can do too; what Velen dares not do, I dare to do. Why not let me take Velen's place?"
The Holy Light did not respond to Durotan, Durotan chuckled coldly.
"I don't know what the Holy Light plans for Draenor, but believe me, I can destroy everything."
A powerful Shadow power surged from Durotan's body, rivaling the Holy Light within the prayer room.
The Holy Light finally responded, hesitatingly saying:
"We have cooperated with Velen for tens of thousands of years, though he has disappointed us time and time again. Durotan, go back. For the Elune and Gromgal, the Holy Light will not hold your actions tonight against you."
Durotan seemed to have given up, withdrawing his Shadow power, taking a few steps back, then suddenly turning around and saying:
"Look, I am just an Orcs, a short-lived species with a lifespan of only a few decades, unlike a long-lived species like Velen. Why can't you trust me? A few decades of cooperation is nothing in the long life of Velen. Perhaps after this lesson, Velen will perform in a way that satisfies the Holy Light."
The prayer room was Anjing for a while. Velen's performance had probably disappointed the Holy Light, for he quickly responded:
"Alright, Durotan, the Holy Light trusts you for now, but remember, you can torture Velen, humiliate him, but you must never kill him."
"I promise!" Durotan said with a smile.
A golden mark slowly descended and settled on Durotan's head.
This is the Naaru Mark, representing the Naaru's trust.
Meanwhile, outside the prayer room, the Naaru Mark on Velen's head disappeared.
"No, no, how could this be?"
The uneasy Velen was immediately thrown into panic, his mind screaming incessantly.
The door to the prayer room opened, and Durotan walked out with a smile, pointing to the Naaru Mark on his head:
"Velen, look, the Holy Light has chosen me, and you are nothing but a discarded piece of trash."
Velen's eyes shone with golden light, like two small suns. He spat out the stone from his mouth, the spear on his shoulder blade melted away, and his injury was instantly healed.
An explosive burst of Holy Light filled the entire palace, dazzling the eyes, and the entire palace trembled as if an earthquake had struck.
Durotan hurriedly used his Shadow powers to protect his entire body, Grommash Hellscream and the other two were so frightened that they knelt on the ground, trembling.
"Holy Light, please don't leave me."
Velen never dared to confront the Orcs. He knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly. Several golden lights flashed, and Velen used Holy Light Leap to disappear.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Robbie sneaked into the palace.
In Velen's study, Robbie found the blueprints for the Woshu Valley construction site!
Just as Robbie had guessed, it was a pyramid-shaped building. On the drawing, a thick beam of Holy Light pierced vertically into the spire and reflected outwards from the four sides of the pyramid.
"This must be a device for channeling the Power of the Holy Light!" Robbie analyzed to himself.
If successfully built, the world of Draur will be filled with the Power of the Holy Light Holy Light, which represents Order, although the Naaru dislikes their monopoly on Holy Light.
"This is..."
Robbie saw a straight vertical shaft on the drawing, with images of the Naaru inside.
"The device that guides the Naaru to their doom. The Holy Light can descend upon Draenor, but the Naaru absolutely cannot."
In an instant, Robbie made up his mind, put the blueprints back in their place, and quietly left the luxurious palace.
Anjing returned to the palace. The Lightforging Orcs rose from the ground, and Grommash Hellscream and the others felt ashamed. Under Velen's Holy Light, only Durotan stood upright.
Durotan raised his hands, his body surrounded by the forces of shadow and Holy Light.
"From this day forward, I am the Warlords of Draenor."