Velen woke up from a nightmare, his whole body drenched in sweat.
What do terrifying dreams represent?
Believing in the prophecy, Velen considered several possibilities, such as the rebirth of Velen's soul in this era.
Amado returned from his expedition with momentous news: Cho'gall had triumphantly returned from Oshu'gun, preventing the Lightforging Orcs from seizing Naaru K'ure.
Legendary, in order to thwart the Orcs' plans, Cho'gall disregarded his own safety and single-handedly charged into a million Lightforging Orcs, slaughtering tens of thousands of Lightforging Orcs and severely wounding Durotan.
Cho'gall was seriously injured as a result and is currently recovering.
"How is K'ure?" Velen asked, feigning concern. "You know, he and I are very good friends."
"Amado" said regretfully, "The latest news comes from the Lightforging Orcs: Lord K'ure has unfortunately been transformed into Entropius. To protect Draenor, Commander Nobundo and Prophet Drek'Thar were forced to kill him."
Velen almost burst out laughing.
The Entropius transformed from Naaru are so terrifying that they could easily destroy the entire Nagrand.
If these two can kill an Entropius, Velen will be able to defeat Sargeras.
Velen deliberately put on a sorrowful expression and said in a somber tone:
"I never imagined it would turn out like this. I still remember the first time I met K'ure. He was so radiant back then, he instantly illuminated my heart. During my most desperate days, it was K'ure's companionship that allowed me to persevere."
Velen carefully observed Amado's expression. The illusions in his dream made Velen distrust everyone, including Amado beside him.
Amado showed no unusual expression, which reassured Velen somewhat.
"Prophet, it's time to urge His Imperator Mar'gok to take action," Amado advised.
Velen nodded. "Alright, come with me to see His Imperator Mar'gok."
Inside the palace at Highmaul, Imperator Mar'gok received the two. Facing Velen's urging, Mar'gok smiled faintly and said:
"Magic is a disadvantage for Orcs. Durotan has a powerful Void Creature supporting him, but unfortunately, he is still just an Orcs with a very limited understanding of magic."
Velen was confused, only to hear Mar'gok shout:
"Khadgar is back. This time I will send the main force. Velen, I hope you can cooperate with Khadgar's operation to capture Durotan in one fell swoop."
Tempest Keep, the spaceship that has accompanied the Draenei for countless years, has a complete ecological cycle system inside, drawing energy from the Void to sustain the lives of millions of Draenei.
A cool, soothing breeze ruffled Yrel's hair as she busied herself in the ecological park. As long-lived Draenei, they never lacked time.
Yrel believed that a qualified leader should possess a wide range of skills so that, in the event of unrest, the Draenei's technology and magic would not be interrupted.
Without the shackles of the Prophet Velen, the Draenei are changing rapidly. Countless geniuses are shining brightly, emerging from the darkness, and a new era is dawning.
In fact, Yrel's power is diminishing as leaders in various industries emerge and wrest much of her influence from her.
Of course, Yrel didn't care. She remained the Archbishop of the Draenei, a peerless genius in both personal strength and leadership, and was known as the Light of the Draenei.
More power is not always better, just as the Prophet Velen possessed everything but was incapable of doing anything well.
A flurry of footsteps approached, and a young Draenei woman ran breathlessly toward Yrel, her pretty face flushed with excitement.
"High Priest, High Priest, good news! Lord Naaru K'ure has entered Tempest Keep, and his condition is stable."
"That's great news!"
After learning about the history of Argus Planet, Yrel understood the importance of K'ure in the rise of the Argus civilization.
"See? With Lord K'ure's help, Tempest Keep will be repaired soon. We can leave Draenor at any time, or stay here. Orcs and Ogres, even if they can fly, won't be able to touch us."
Yrel looked forward to a bright future, then asked with a hint of worry:
"I heard Robbie played a crucial role in saving K'ure. What did he ask for?"
The Draenei woman whispered, "Robbie needs technology sharing."
The magic and technology belonging to the Argus World are an invaluable Wealth, enough to support the rise of a civilization.
However, Yrel didn't care.
Magic and technology are one thing, but whether they can be spread and put to use is another problem, even more difficult than acquiring the knowledge itself.
For example, if this precious magic and technology were given to Dalaran, Dalaran's magic would make great progress, and the content of the Archmage's spellbook would at least double, but the lives of ordinary people in Azeroth would not change at all.
If Dalaran to be destroyed, everything would vanish without a trace, so Azeroth cannot be considered a mature civilization.
"I need to see K'ure immediately."
Yrel used the Power of the Holy Light to wash away the dust from her body, and her wise eyes gleamed slightly:
"The Age of Holy Light is coming; we need to make timely changes and remember the Dark Ages of the Prophet Velen."
The young Draenei woman's expression changed; the dark ages under the Prophet Velen were a chilling memory.
Strangely, those who lived through that era took it all for granted.
Since replacing Prophet Velen, Durotan has never stopped communicating with the Naaru. Although he is a short-lived species, Durotan possesses the cunning unique to Orcs.
With the help of the Naaru, a small Holy Light receiver and related auxiliary buildings were constructed in a cave near the Oshu'gun construction site.
To maintain strict secrecy, Durotan ordered the New Lightforged Orcs to build it, and after its completion, they were all executed. Even Grommash Hellscream and others were unaware of the cave's existence.
This is a pyramid-shaped structure that is only a little over fifty meters high. Compared to the huge pyramid being built at the Oshu'gun construction site, it is just an insignificant little thing.
But it gave Durotan confidence.
That day, Durotan went to meet his wife Draka, leaving the camp alone on his Worg.
A Lightforging Orcs bribed by the Ogres noticed Durotan's departure and secretly sent a signal.
Durotan trusted no one. Draka hid deep in the grasslands on a huge floating island, accompanied by several Orcs women.
The floating islands float using Elemental Magic and are normally invisible; only Durotan knows their location.
After using Shadow Magic to teleport several times and confirming that no one was following him, Durotan finally felt safe enough to board the floating island.
Draka is pregnant. Durotan has used magic to investigate and confirmed it's a healthy girl. This is Draka's second child and their first offspring.
At this moment, Draka needs more care, Durotan often makes time to be with him.
Inside a quaint little villa, Durotan was talking warmly with Draka.
At the bottom of the pool near the villa, a Portal secretly opened, and several figures of vastly different sizes stepped out of the Portal and quietly lurked in the water.