Inside the room, the previously chaotic magical energy became orderly, and the ghost Velen stared intently at the Blasphemer's body.
"A flawless Demons body, perfectly suited to magic. In ancient times, a madman on the Argus Planet evolved to this state, possessing terrifying power that led to the demise of a generation of Eredar Elites. Hmph, power is not the issue; the key is the person wielding it. As far as I know, Kil'jaeden also possessed a pair of similar fleshy wings."
Khadgar observed the images within the Magic Gem, while Durotan directed the Lightforging Orcs to conduct a well-organized search.
Velen didn't care and laughed, "By the time they find this place, I'll have already merged with the Blasphemer and returned to the secret palace. I'm about to begin."
A powerful surge of Power of the Holy Light continuously drained Velen's death aura, causing Velen strength to plummet until he was reduced to a semi-transparent soul, as weak as a wisp of mist, seemingly on the verge of dissipating. He quickly entered the Blasphemer's body, opened his eyes, and weakly said:
"Khadgar, we must leave here immediately. These are the coordinates of the secret palace."
Having determined the coordinates, Khadgar began casting a spell, opening an Arcane Portal.
Velen was about to enter the Portal when Khadgar stopped him.
"Khadgar, we have an agreement," Velen asked blankly.
Khadgar smiled and said, "I've changed my mind, Velen. Your magic is tempting, but I'd rather live. How could I trust someone who treats their own people so cruelly?"
"You!"
Velen placed his hand on the Magic Gem behind him, and a Fireball flew towards him.
The Blasphemer's body was incredibly tough; the Fireball left only a black scorch mark.
Khadgar gritted his teeth and unleashed a barrage of spells, finally managing to destroy the Blasphemer's body.
"Khadgar, you'll regret this."
The Prophet Velen screamed in agony and finally closed his eyes.
To prevent any accidents, Khadgar burned the Blasphemer's flesh to ashes, leaving only a few bones, before stepping into the Portal.
Shortly after the Portal closed, Durotan arrived here with the Lightforging Orcs.
Archbishop Hasmat examined the bones on the ground carefully and said with certainty, "These are the remains of Blasphemer. Could it be that something went wrong when Velen merged with the body?"
Durotan closed his eyes again, and after a long while, he said:
"We've searched all the rooms, and the spaceship is empty. It seems Velen really did encounter an accident, or perhaps he met a terrible enemy."
Grommash Hellscream suddenly remembered something and asked:
Where is Naaru K'ure?
Durotan stated definitively, "There is no trace of the Naaru here."
Archbishop Hasmat snorted and said, "Velen is really Velen easy. Gentlemen, this is Draenei ship; it should be ours to inherit."
Grommash Hellscream protested, "Oshu'gun is the sacred mountain of the Orcs' ancestors."
Hasmat wouldn't back down, scoffing, "That was just a conspiracy; the souls of your ancestors were all devoured by K'ure."
Kilrogg argued illogically. "Therefore, K'ure is the ancestor of us Orcs."
Hasmat sneered, "The Oshu'gun spaceship is our home turf. Some of the traps and setups are known only to us. Do you really want to fight?"
Blackhand raised his warhammer and shouted, "Orcs fear no challenge!"
Durotan shouted, "Alright, neither of us can repair the Oshu'gun ship. Why ruin our peace over it? Lightforging Orcs, prepare to retreat."
"What about the Ogres at the gate?" Grommash Hellscream asked.
Then everyone remembered that the Ogres, led by Cho'gall, were still at the entrance of the spaceship.
Weakly opening his eyes, "Cho'gall" cautiously looked around.
The bleeding had stopped, and several Ogre Mages helped treat the wound. They were all delighted to see that "Cho'gall" had woken up.
"Khadgar, you've ruined my plans. What a pity, such a powerful Blasphemer body."
The Prophet Velen had two plans: he split his soul in two, one part taking over Cho'gall's body, and the other merging with the Blasphemer.
Khadgar's betrayal was within his expectations; he escaped with half of the Blasphemer's soul using Magic Crystal and returned to Cho'gall's body.
Devouring souls is a method used by the Naaru. After Velen became a ghost, he also mastered this skill, devouring Cho'gall's soul and inheriting his memories. Velen is now in an unprecedented state of weakness.
But he was very safe; Cho'gall's identity was a perfect cover, and it would be difficult for Velen to detect him.
"Cho'gall," unwilling to give up, asked, "Where did that ghost go?"
An Ogre Mage replied, "My lord, that ghost was actually Velen. Durotan and a dozen or so Draenei ghosts went after it."
Cho'gall frowned, pondered for a long time, and said, "I am seriously injured and have to stop the adventure. It's time to retreat."
The Ogre Mages all seemed a little different; Cho'gall appeared less impulsive and more composed.
"Let's go, we shouldn't stay here any longer," Cho'gall commanded.
Cho'gall led the Ogre Mages away from Oshu'gun without incident, and not long after, Durotan led the Lightforging Orcs back to the construction site.
On a small hill near Oshu'gun, three Naaru stood suspended in mid-air, silently observing the two departing groups.
Robbie, standing to the side, stroked his chin, relieved that he had finally accomplished his mission and the dust had settled.
Of the three Naaru, the brightest was Naaru Lala, who loved to sing. Naaru whispered:
"It's truly unbelievable that Velen would choose Cho'gall's body, one of the noble Argus's Three Mogul, to hide inside a filthy Ogre."
"It's all about surviving."
Naaru K'ure replied thoughtfully, his body being the darkest and dullest, but thankfully, with the help of K'ara and Lala, it had been successfully stabilized.
With a continuous and stable supply of Holy Light, it will soon be restored to its original state.
Naaru K'ara said solemnly, "The competition between the two Prophet Velen, is getting interesting. I have a feeling that Draenor World is going to become more and more exciting."
"Has Imperator Mar'gok not yet taken any action?"
Inside the post station at Highmaul, the Prophet Velen was filled with worry. "Amado" had vanished, leaving Velen with no one to confide in.
Left with no other option, the Prophet Velen could only continue to seek the help of the Holy Light, searching for his Destiny within the illusions.
A wave of drowsiness washed over him; it was a familiar dream again: the ancient Argus Planet. Velen stood on a floating island, looking down upon the land.
K'ure had appeared to Velen in his dreams countless times, but as K'ure grew weaker, the flaws in his dreams became more and more apparent.
At this moment, Velen's mind was clear, and he realized that he was in a dream, but he found no flaws; it was exactly the same as the real world.
Velen stroked his beard, thought carefully for a long time, and finally realized that he was really dreaming.
A clear stream flowed past Velen gazed at his distinct reflection in the water.
Velen smiled, but his reflection in the stream wore a stern expression.
Even though he knew he was in a dream, Velen still felt an uncontrollable sense of fear welling up inside him.
"Who are you?" Velen asked his reflection in the water in terror.
"I am you!" the reflection in the water replied, then revealed a wicked smile:
We'll be meeting soon.