Accompanied by a majestic yet cunning laugh, the ground of the fortress continued to rise, extending countless thick tentacles, and numerous eye stalks emerged from the earth, shooting out Mind Flay.
"This is the Power of the Old Gods."
Garrosh was terrified; how could Old Gods exist in Draenor World?
Sylvanas's expression also changed. Durotan had only instructed them to enter the Lunarfall, but had not conducted any reconnaissance, which was why they were in such a passive situation.
"Retreat quickly, quickly!"
As the tentacles of the Old Gods multiplied, the fortress's front and back gates were sealed off. Under the Old Gods's terrifying power, ordinary Lightforging Orcs were no match for it and could only self-destruct repeatedly, but unfortunately, the damage to the Old Gods's tentacles was very limited.
At the crucial moment, Jaina, who had been silent all along, shouted:
Come to me.
Garrosh and Sylvanas rushed towards Jaina, Jaina activated a purple Magic Shield, temporarily repelling the Old Gods's tentacles. Then, Jaina cast Mass Teleport.
After the three teleported away, a figure emerged from the depths of the fortress. Hogger's eyes Liuliu around:
"Garrosh, Sylvanas, Jaina, weren't they already dead? It's fortunate they intruded into the Old Gods' testing grounds, otherwise they would have been difficult to deal with. This is crucial intelligence; we must report it to the commander."
With a flash of light, the three appeared on a small hill in Shadowmoon Valley, having successfully escaped death, and all breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Damn it, is Durotan trying to kill us?" Garrosh complained loudly.
Jaina whispered, "Durotan either had inaccurate intelligence, or he didn't do any intelligence work at all."
Sylvanas said fiercely, "I understand now. Durotan doesn't care about our lives, but we can't fight him."
All three fell silent; the Holy Light Edict resided within them, obligating them to unconditionally obey Durotan's commands.
"If this continues, we'll all die." Garrosh slammed his fist down.
Just imagine how illustrious their status was when they were alive: two Warchief Horde, and one was the queen of Theramore —all powerful figures of their time.
Now, however, he is dominated by the tiny Durotan; how can he accept this?
Sylvanas whispered, "Jaina, you are Antonidas's student, but unfortunately he's not with me. You're the one among us who knows magic best. Is there any way to remove the Holy Light Edict from our bodies?"
Jaina shook her head with a wry smile and said, "To be honest, I've been thinking about the Holy Light Edict these past few days, but unfortunately, there's nothing I can do. As long as we're in Azeroth, we have to accept Durotan's command; that's probably our Destiny."
Garrosh roared furiously, "Orcs will never be slaves! I'd rather die than wear these ridiculous shackles!"
Despite saying that, Garrosh had no intention of dying. Suddenly, he thought of something and said to Sylvanas:
"We've already died once, so do you have any way to resurrect us after we die? Even if we're Undead, I want to escape the Holy Light Edict."
Sylvanas gave a mocking laugh:
"My body is filled with the Power of the Holy Light, and I have lost the ability to create Undead creatures. Besides, even if you die and become Undead creature, you may not be able to escape the Holy Light Edict."
Jaina nodded, affirming, "The Holy Light Edict is imprinted deep within our souls, inescapable and indelible. Even if we sink into the Shadow Abyss, it will always be with us."
"Who says the Holy Light Edict cannot be removed?"
Who is it?
An unfamiliar voice approached, and the three of them were startled once again. They didn't even notice someone getting close.
Aman'Thul, now in the form of "Amado," walked out with a smile, exuding an air of superiority, as if a god were looking down upon all living beings.
"A Draenei!"
Garrosh drew his broadsword from his waist, but Sylvanas blocked his path.
Sylvanas stepped forward and earnestly inquired, "Senior, do you have a way to help us remove the Holy Light Edict?"
Aman'Thul smiled slightly and said, "It's nothing more than a small favor for me."
Jaina's eyes lit up, and she solemnly swore, "If you can help us remove the Holy Light Edict, I am willing to do anything for you."
Aman'Thul glanced at Jaina with a smile, then looked at Garrosh and Sylvanas.
"I do need you to do some things for me, but rest assured, I won't force you. To tell you the truth, I am Sargeras's spy planted among the Draenei. The Age of Holy Light is about to begin, and if you want to survive, the only way is to unite. Follow me, and I will help you live. Of course, I'm not afraid of you betraying me; without the Holy Light Edict, the Naaru will not trust you."
Upon hearing this, the three were once again caught in a dilemma. Aman'Thul comforted them, saying:
"Rest assured, I will not remove the Holy Light Edict from your bodies; I will only render it ineffective. You need to act in front of Durotan, pretending that the Holy Light Edict is still in effect. Then await my command. When the time is right, we will be the Warlords of Draenor, and the Age of Holy Light will surely come. But we can stop the Naaru from arriving."
Garrosh's gaze burned. "Only the Holy Light, no Naaru?"
Aman'Thul nodded. "Yes, the indescribable amount of Holy Light is at our disposal. We can create more Lightforging Orcs, Lightforging Ogres, and so on. I believe the Legion is willing to provide technical support. We are the Holy Light branch of the Burning Legion, and you are all generals of the Legion, leading the army of Holy Light to conquer the universe."
"The first thing we must conquer is Azeroth," Garrosh growled excitedly.
"If there are no further questions, I will now help you break the Holy Light Edict."
After a moment's thought, Sylvanas and Jaina nodded in agreement along with Garrosh.
Aman'Thul cast Arcane Magic, but it far exceeded Jaina's comprehension. The Arcane energy penetrated their bodies, and all three felt completely relaxed, as if their shackles had been removed.
"Now you should return to Durotan and truthfully recount everything that happened in the Lunarfall. Durotan is a reasonable man and won't punish you arbitrarily. Await my orders."
Having said that, Aman'Thul vanished in a flash, as if he had never been there.
Jaina calmly replied, "It's far superior to my teleportation spell. Even Medivh is no match for him. I'm completely convinced."
Garrosh whispered, "Remember the battle of the floating islands? I recall this Draenei was right next to Velen."
Sylvanas took a deep breath and said worriedly, "Hopefully he won't make things too difficult for us."
Jaina used a teleportation spell, and the three of them returned to the Oshu'gun construction site, then traveled through Portal to the front-line camp.
The Battle of Highmaul had come to an end. Durotan had lost many Lightforging Orcs and was anxious. However, upon learning of the three's return, he did not blame them.
"The matter of the Lunarfall can wait," Durotan said, raising his eyelids. "I need you to accompany the army tomorrow and then tell me what exactly happened at Highmaul."
Having learned about today's battle situation, Jaina smiled and said:
"No need for tomorrow, I can tell you now."
Durotan was slightly startled, as he saw Jaina walk out of the camp and stand on a high platform casting a spell.
A golden eye appeared in the sky above Highmaul, scanned the area completely, and then disappeared.
Jaina opened her eyes and said to Durotan beside her:
"An Illusion Formation has been set up Highmaul."