The ghost muttered to himself, "My name is Tirion Fordring. Strange, why don't I remember it at all?"
Khadgar feigned composure and said regretfully, "I don't know why you've become like this. It must be the Iron Horde. Fortunately, they've already been wiped out."
The ghost remained somewhat doubtful, muttering to himself, "I remember the Iron Horde, but the Argent Crusade has absolutely no trace in my memory?"
"It was the Lich King Arthas who wiped out the Argent Crusade; it's a painful memory that's best left unremembered." Khadgar said with a look of sympathy.
The ghost looked increasingly confused, so Khadgar stepped forward and cautiously probed further:
"Tirion Fordring, have you forgotten light and Justice? We made a pact to challenge Evil together and fill this world with light."
The ghost seemed to consider Khadgar a friend, stepping forward and patting Khadgar on the shoulder, saying:
"Although I don't remember my origins, I remember light and Justice. Naaru K'ure represents Justice in the world; let us join hands to protect him."
Khadgar paused for a moment, then nodded and said:
"I'm willing to protect Naaru with you. By the way, how is K'ure now?"
The ghost said sadly, "His condition is very poor; I fear he may dissipate at any moment. Khadgar, let us help K'ure through the final stages of his life."
Khadgar desperately wanted to get rid of the ghost and go find K'ure, but the ghost's sincere invitation forced him to follow behind for the time being, and he crawled into the ship's interior.
The long Passageway, made of the same material as the walls, resembled a magically smooth amethyst.
Following the ghost around several corners, Khadgar realized he was lost; the Passageways were crisscrossed, as complex as a maze.
In a low, narrow room, the ghost disappeared into a crystal. The walls were as smooth as a mirror, and the door was nowhere to be found.
Khadgar scratched his head, unsure of what to do. The room was filled with chaotic magical energy, and casting spells under such circumstances would be extremely dangerous. Khadgar dared not attempt it lightly. The Magic Crystal displayed a clear image, which was the very mountainside where the two had just met.
"Make me wait here?" Khadgar was both amused and exasperated. He had used every means to gain the ghost's trust, only to imprison himself in the process.
Khadgar found a chair and sat down, staring intently at the image on the Magic Crystal, convinced that something would soon change.
The Spirit Haunt, a strange place in Nagrand resembling a mass grave, is littered with scattered bones.
Grommash Hellscream seemed to show a hint of sympathy. "Velen has gone too far. Archbishop Hattemas had known him for tens of thousands of years, and they should have formed a deep friendship. But not only did Velen kill him, he wouldn't even clean up his remains, mixing them with the bones of Orcs slaves."
Finding Archbishop Hattemas among countless skeletons was difficult. Durotan pondered for a long time before ordering his men to gather the skeletons together, and the Lightforging Orcs joined forces to cast Holy Light Purification.
Having been baptized by the Holy Light, the Draenei's bones were stronger than those of ordinary Orcs. Under the terrifying Holy Light, countless skeletons turned to ashes, leaving only a dozen or so Draenei skeletons that shone brightly in the Holy Light.
Blackhand was quite envious and laughed, "No wonder they're Draenei bones; even the Holy Light can't evolve them. What a waste of these fine bones."
Just as Durotan ordered the destruction of the Draenei skeletons, a sudden, eerie wind swept through, the sky quickly darkened, and a black mist enveloped the Spirit Haunt.
Who disturbed our slumber?
A dozen or so Draenei ghosts emerged from the mist. The leader was a tall ghost who held a scepter aloft and bore a resemblance to Velen.
Some Orcs soldiers, defying the superstition, raised their axes to chop at the Draenei skeletons. Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through, and the Orcs soldiers vanished into the mist.
Tentacle-like phantoms appeared behind Durotan. The leading wraith merely glanced at him, and Durotan felt a chill run through his body, rendering him unable to cast spells.
"Are you Archbishop Hasmat?" Durotan asked, neither humble nor arrogant.
The ghost's gaze was icy as he calmly stated, "That's right, I am Archbishop Hasmat."
Durotan had a bad feeling and whispered, "You're Archbishop Hasmat, and who is the ghost of Oshu'gun?"
Grommash Hellscream looked embarrassed; if it weren't for his flawed analysis, the group wouldn't have ended up in this predicament.
Archbishop Hasmat gave a strange smile, "You want to know who he is?"
Durotan nodded.
"That's the Prophet Velen!" Hasmat laughed heartily.
"What, Prophet Velen?"
Durotan was taken aback, but at the same time found it quite reasonable.
Legendary that the Prophet Velen sacrificed himself to purify Naaru K'ara, a claim Durotan does not believe.
Naaru K'ara has been Dark Star for hundreds of years. If Velen wanted to save her, he would have already figured out a way, without having to sacrifice himself.
I had long suspected that there was another reason for Velen's death, but I never expected that he would become a ghost guarding Oshu'gun after his death.
"Who turned Velen's soul into that form?" Durotan asked in a trembling voice.
Hasmat smiled. "Clever Orcs, you should be able to guess who hates Velen the most, and who happens to have the ability to do so?"
Durotan sat on the ground, deep in thought, but couldn't find the answer.
Hasmat added, "Velen is a strange fellow; he hasn't forgotten who he is."
Everyone looked surprised; they had actually been deceived by Velen. Hasmat continued:
"I guess what he's planning. He wants a Draenei body to return to the mortal realm, but Velen has long forbade the Draenei from approaching Oshu'gun."
Durotan's expression changed drastically upon hearing this. "This is bad! The Lightforging Draenei have already sided with the Ogres! Cho'gall is going to ruin everything!"
Hasmat became anxious after hearing this. "Are you telling the truth?"
"Absolutely true," Durotan said firmly.
Hasmat paced back and forth anxiously. "Lead the way, we must get to Oshu'gun immediately, we absolutely cannot let Velen come back to life."
Cho'gall led a hundred Lightforging Draenei back to Oshu'gun Mountain with great enthusiasm.
One of the Draenei, "Cho'gall, I mean no offense, but hundreds of years ago, the Prophet Velen forbade us from approaching Oshu'gun; this is a forbidden zone for the Draenei."
Cho'gall glared and roared arrogantly:
"I am now your master, Velen's orders are null and void."
The Draenei had no choice but to retreat, Cho'gall swaggered into the mountainside.
Khadgar spotted Cho'gall and his party through the Magic Crystal, especially the hundred Lightforging Draenei behind them, each one shining like a small sun.
"Look who's here!"
The ghost emerged from the Magic Gem, its face still obscured, but its excitement was undisguised.
"It's Cho'gall, and the lovely Lightforging Draenei."
Khadgar looked at the ghost in surprise. "You recognize Cho'gall."
The ghost chuckled and said, "Not only do I know Cho'gall, but I also know you, Archmage Khadgar, Medivh's disciple."
Khadgar panicked and stood up, asking, "Who are you?"