Imperator Mar'gok, dressed in magnificent robes and wearing crowns on his two heads, guided Velen and Aman'Thul through the exhibition hall.
The exhibition hall documents the illustrious history of the Gorian Empire.
Most striking is a massive black skull, resembling Demons, with spiraling black horns and jagged, sharp teeth.
Mar'gok, with a proud look on his face, pointed to the skull and said:
"At the very beginning of the Gorian Empire, extraterrestrial demons descended from the sky. If it weren't for the great predecessors' arduous battles against them, the Draenor World would have been destroyed long ago. Velen, you've wandered the stars for so many years, do you recognize this kind of Demons?"
Velen shook his head, indicating he didn't know.
Aman'Thul was slightly startled, recognizing the skull, and whispered:
"Void Locust Demon."
This is a Demons that multiplies like locusts; if it is not eliminated in the early stages, it will soon spread across the land.
Before long, the whole world will be desolate, and all life will have vanished.
Mar'gok gave Aman'Thul an appreciative look. Long ago, a certain Ogre Imperator received guidance from a great being and learned the name of this Demons:
"The Gorian Empire was initially established in rebellion against the rule of the Cyclops. In that era, Ogres were slaves of the Cyclops. Fortunately, they inherited the magic of Ogre Arakkoa, which enabled them to defeat the Cyclops and establish the great Ogre Empire. However, we Ogres are not bound by Arakkoa magic and have created many remarkable magical heritages based on our own characteristics."
"That's right, we enslaved the Orcs, not only because Orcs were weaker than us and didn't know magic. The Ogres realized the danger of the Orcs long ago; Orcs possess a terrifying aggression, and if allowed to multiply unchecked, they would be even more terrifying than the Void Locust Demon. They would kill all other intelligent races and turn the earth into scorched earth, leaving wild beasts only able to be kept in cages."
Mar'gok's two heads turned to Velen and said coldly, "Having personally witnessed the Draenei's tragedy, you'll surely agree with me, won't you?"
Velen just chuckled dryly and remained silent.
Mar'gok's voice carried a magical quality as he proclaimed:
"You speak freely, and I very much hope to communicate with such a great sage as you."
Aman'Thul was secretly alarmed. Mar'gok had used a kind of Mind Magic, not to make people tell the truth, but to make them say what they dared not say.
Velen was immediately struck by the spell, revealing a look of devout reverence:
"Orcs are so great and benevolent. I have never seen such a noble race. They are the children of Elune, the greatest miracle of life in the world. I only hate that I am Draenei. If I could become Orcs, I would pay any price. I love Orcs, I worship Orcs. When Draenei are slaughtered by Orcs, my heart is filled with joy."
Then, Velen realized why he had said all that for no apparent reason.
Mar'gok's two heads simultaneously revealed a mocking expression. "So, in your heart, the Draenei are worthless?"
Velen fell for it again, and this time he spoke the truth, mocking:
"They are nothing but useless trash, a bunch of pathetic worms I deceived. I sold their souls to the Naaru, and they are grateful, praising my name loudly. A bunch of domesticated pigs, Imp, weaklings, inferior race."
Mar'gok grinned and laughed heartily, clapping his hands as he said:
"That's excellent. It's truly commendable that we've reached an agreement on the Draenei question."
Mar'gok led the way, and the exhibition hall displayed the development of magic, food, literature, architecture, and other aspects of the Gorian Empire, showing that the empire was constantly growing stronger.
However, at a certain point, the Ogre Empire's civilization was cut off, and the display cases thereafter were empty.
Mar'gok said with deep resentment:
"The Draenei entered Draenor World, releasing the Orcs, plunging the Gorian Empire into crisis. The Orcs burned our cities, slaughtered my people, and the great Ogre Empire was set back a century overnight. Beautiful cities were reduced to ruins, and villages vanished. Among us Ogres, there is an old saying: An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth."
Velen was terrified and his body trembled uncontrollably.
Mar'gok turned around and asked, "Velen, what will you do to make it up to me?"
Velen's legs went weak, and he almost knelt on the ground. Mar'gok said in a low voice:
"Cho'gall told me your request: that we subdue Durotan, control the Lightforging Orcs, and continue the Oshu'gun project. Khadgar believes that cooperating with you requires caution; otherwise, our Gorian Empire will gain nothing, Draenor will enter the Age of Holy Light. We Ogres are willing to keep up with the times and can agree to your request."
Velen was overjoyed, not expecting that Imperator Mar'gok would agree so readily.
"But I have one condition: I need half of your livestock."
Mar'gok wanted half of Draenor's Draenei, but now Velen only controls less than a thousand Lightforging Draenei; the Draenei have vanished.
The loss wasn't significant, Velen readily agreed.
"A perfectly reasonable request. I wonder when the Imperator action against Durotan."
Mar'gok grinned:
"After we sign the contract."
The Prophet Velen pressed his fingerprint and signed his name on the parchment contract.
The contract clearly stated that the Lightforging Draenei would pay the Ogres as a deposit, a decision Velen accepted without any qualms.
After the negotiations concluded, Velen happily left with Aman'Thul.
Cho'gall walked in through the back door of the exhibition hall and respectfully addressed Mar'gok:
"I have doubts about the relationship between Velen and Yrel; perhaps Velen is incapable of commanding Yrel."
Mar'gok chuckled slyly, "It's alright. This contract is for the Naaru to see. The more powerful a race is, the more it must abide by the contract. The Naaru will definitely help us get what we want."
Cho'gall asked in confusion, "Your Imperator, why do you want the Draenei? They are not good slaves."
Mar'gok said, "I want to use the Draenei to improve our bloodline; they are one of the most powerful races in the universe."
Cho'gall was filled with awe. The Imperator was farsighted and had a very far-reaching plan. After thinking for a moment, he added:
"Velen's plan is nothing more than to weaken both us and Durotan, then reap the benefits. Durotan has powerful backers and won't be easy to deal with!"
Mar'gok scrutinized Cho'gall intently, making the latter feel uneasy, as if he knew everything.
"Cho'gall, I will do everything in my power to help you capture the Naaru K'ure. With the power of the Dark Naaru, dealing with Durotan will be a piece of cake."
Cho'gall looked at the Imperator uneasily; he really did know everything.
Mar'gok burst into laughter, "Don't worry, I've known about Naaru K'ure for a long time, I just wasn't interested in him. Consider this a gift for you."
Cho'gall knelt on the ground, filled with apprehension.
Mar'gok patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's good to have ambition, but remember, don't let it consume you and cause you harm to the Gorian Empire, or I will absolutely not forgive you."