Draenor, shrouded in incessant rain; the rainy season has arrived once again.
At the construction site near Oshu'gun, the New Lightforged Orcs worked hard in the rain, while the Old Lightforging Orcs were not to be outdone, both sides holding their breath.
Grommash Hellscream, holding an umbrella, looked up at the gray sky, feeling incredibly miserable.
After Durotan replaced Velen, the Old Lightforging Orcs fared somewhat better, at least their food supply was guaranteed, but they were assigned more work.
Even with the blessing of the Holy Light, such arduous labor broke the bodies of many Orcs. Many Old Lightforging Orcs collapsed to the ground while working and could never get up again.
What's most worrying isn't the Old Lightforging Orcs, but the New Lightforged Orcs.
No need to eat, works tirelessly, a perfect workforce.
Shortly after Durotan took over, the weaknesses of the New Lightforged Orcs were exposed: their lifespan was only three months.
Grommash Hellscream murmured, "Three days of gestation, seven days to adulthood, then three months of arduous labor, a hundred days, not even enough time to catch a glimpse of this world—this is the tragic life of New Lightforged Orcs."
Kilrogg remarked with a touch of melancholy, "Even if we live for a hundred years, what difference will it make? In the eyes of the long-lived Draenei, we'll probably be no different from these New Lightforged Orcs."
Blackhand grinned, a hint of smugness in his eyes, and said, "Come become Undead with me. The lifespan of Undead is no shorter than that of Draenei."
Grommash Hellscream ignored Blackhand and said worriedly, "Yes, compared to the New Lightforged Orcs, we've only suffered more."
The benefit brought by the New Lightforged Orcs was that the food problem was solved; their flesh and blood became the daily food of the Old Lightforging Orcs.
Blackhand scratched Baldy's head and said:
"You see, the New Lightforged Orcs keep being born, ensuring their numbers remain constant, but the number of us Old Lightforging Orcs is decreasing. If this continues, the Old Lightforging Orcs will soon be wiped out."
Kilrogg frowned and said, "Durotan must know this, but he deliberately doesn't. He probably thinks that the Orcs only need the Frostwolf Clan and Lei Shen Clans."
Grommash Hellscream roared, "This can't go on! We must seek justice from Durotan!"
None of the three chiefs made any moves; the Oshu'gun project was the most important thing at the moment, and everything else would have to wait until it was completed.
Blackhand chuckled mockingly, Grommash Hellscream with disdain, and muttered under his breath:
Orcs will never be slaves.
Kilrogg sighed, "We're already struggling so much, why should we let our next generation be born to suffer the same fate?"
The days on the run were extremely difficult.
Especially for someone like Velen, who holds a high position and lives a life of luxury, where food and clothing have always been provided for him, such habits that have lasted for tens of thousands of years are not so easily changed.
Although it possesses powerful Power of the Holy Light, many things in the wild cannot be solved by Holy Light alone.
Unable to find a spring, Velen, parched with hunger, drank river water for the first time, and the bitter, foul taste almost made him faint.
With the power of the Holy Light at his disposal, hunting was not difficult. Velen killed a Talbuk and clumsily put it over a fire to roast, but accidentally burned it to a crisp.
After finally managing to dig out a small amount of charred meat from the charcoal, it tasted fishy and astringent, making it difficult to swallow!
Velen had eaten Talbuk, which, after being carefully prepared by the Chef, was tender, juicy, and almost melted in his mouth.
Unfortunately, Velen wasn't good at cooking.
He wasn't Old Lightforging Orcs; he couldn't survive on the Holy Light and had to force himself to eat something.
A few days later, Velen fell ill and tried to heal himself with Holy Light, but it not only had no effect but also worsened his condition.
Velen lay in a cave, his body alternating between hot and cold, tormented by an unknown illness, feeling that the end was near.
Am I going to die?
In a daze, Velen saw a figure; it was a Draenei.
Aman'Thul was somewhat annoyed. He had thought Durotan would kill Velen, then the Orcs would be freed and the project in Woshu Valley would be halted.
To everyone's surprise, Durotan chose to cooperate with the Naaru, Aman'Thul began to realize that he had underestimated this opponent.
After much deliberation, Aman'Thul decided to join forces with Velen and continue to cause trouble.
Aman'Thul, who had already located Velen, only showed up when Velen was on the verge of death.
Velen struggled to open his eyes, and seeing the familiar Amado, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then roared angrily:
"Amado, you've ruined everything!"
Aman'Thul said tactfully, "My Prophet, this is not the time to assign blame. In fact, I have long wanted to advise you to kill Grommash Hellscream, Kilrogg, Blackhand, and the like, but I foresaw that you would not agree, which led to today's disaster."
Velen gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I should have killed all these beasts long ago."
Velen's hatred at this moment was genuine. Even when the Draenei were slaughtered by the Orcs, he had never felt such hatred, since the suffering had not happened to him.
Aman'Thul whispered, "Prophet, it's not too late to wake up. I have a way to turn the tide."
Velen asked in surprise, "What method do you have?"
Aman'Thul smiled and said:
"Prophet, healing you is the most important thing. You have to bear with it, it will hurt a lot."
Aman'Thul took out a sharp dagger and plunged it into Velen's chest, Proficiency using Holy Light to stop the bleeding.
Velen was terrified, thinking he was about to be killed, but unfortunately, he was too weak to resist.
After rummaging around in his stomach for a long time, Aman'Thul pulled out a red worm, about the thickness of his little finger and more than two meters long.
"A parasite of Draenor World."
Aman'Thul explained:
"The parasite eggs are hidden in the meat of the Talbuk. After being eaten, they multiply in the body. Healing with Holy Light is ineffective. With the blessing of Holy Light, the parasites only grow larger."
Velen breathed a sigh of relief and used the Holy Light to heal himself. He quickly recovered and regained his strength, only feeling an unbearable thirst.
Aman'Thul brought a bowl of water, which Velen drank and found sweet and refreshing.
"This water is filtered with Holy Light; it's very easy to do."
Velen frowned. Although he possessed powerful Holy Light, he was unaware of Holy Light wondrous uses.
"Amado, you can now tell me your plan."
Velen took the roasted Clefthoof handed to him and chewed it in large bites. Although it wasn't as delicious as the Chef's cooking in Draenei, it was still edible.
Aman'Thul smiled slightly and said, "The New Lightforged Orcs only listen to Durotan. As long as we subdue him, they are nothing to fear."
Velen lowered his head and remained silent; he dared not confront an Orcs.
Aman'Thul understood Velen's thoughts:
"Although the Ogre Gorian Empire is declining, the Ogre race still possesses considerable power. We can use the Ogres to defeat Durotan."
Velen put down the roast meat, stroked his beard, and said:
"But how can we persuade the Imperator Mar'gok?"
Aman'Thul said earnestly, "The decline of the Gorian Empire was due to the Orcs' rebellion. The Orcs gradually broke away from the Ogre's rule and established Clans, which led to a sharp decrease in the Ogre's food supply and a large number of people falling into famine. As long as there is enough food, the Gorian Empire will recover its population and usher in a new era of glory."
Velen for a moment. "You mean the New Lightforged Orcs?"
Aman'Thul nodded. "The Ogres will definitely be interested in the New Lightforged Orcs."