Antonidas lowered his head and remained silent for a long while before finally saying:
"You don't know how hard it is to live. You have no choice in what you do. I used to be the Chief High Archmage of Dalaran, seemingly holding a high position and ruling the Dalaran Magic Kingdom, but do you know what I did every day?"
Aman'Thul was somewhat puzzled. Shouldn't a High Archmage be engrossed in researching magic in his laboratory?
Antonidas smiled wryly, "Every day I need to personally prepare at least a hundred bottles of special medicine to supply the human elites, that is, my supporters. As Draenei, you would never understand the intense pleasure humans have in procreation, and the agony of wanting to die when they are no longer able to."
"No, I understand," Aman'Thul said seriously.
Antonidas gave him a strange look and continued, "Later, I was resurrected by the Dark Lady Sylvanas, and thus became this woman's slave. Admittedly, she treated me with some respect, but I knew she despised me to the core. I had to rack my brains to please her so as not to be buried in the rubbish heap of Undercity."
Aman'Thul said sympathetically, "I understand how you feel."
"Therefore, I don't care at all. Whether they are slaves of the Army of the Light or servants of Imperator Mar'gok, it's just jumping from one shackle to another. I'm used to it."
Antonidas rose to see his guest out, saying politely, "Let's pretend we never met, since we never had this conversation."
Aman'Thul nodded, got up and left. A scroll fell to the ground, Antonidas hurriedly picked it up, only to find that the other party had disappeared.
Clutching the scroll tightly, Antonidas could guess its contents; he had to make a decision.
In the end, Antonidas compromised; Aman'Thul had calculated that a High Archmage would inevitably be drawn to him.
Slowly opening the scroll, just as he expected, it contained instructions on how to break the Holy Light Edict. Antonidas closed his eyes, finally making up his mind, concentrating his attention to memorize every word of the scroll's contents, and finally burning the scroll with magic.
Velen and "Cho'gall" entered Shadowmoon Valley under the pretext of investigating the Lunarfall, heading straight for the Karabor Temple.
This sacred site of the Draenei is now deserted; its holy aura has gradually dissipated, turning it into a dark and gloomy place, like a ghost town.
A group of robed giants from the seabed invaded the sewers, their filthy, disgusting eggs and excrement mixing together, making the sewers smoky and stinking.
Velen led the way, cleaning up the filth, while Cho'gall followed behind. Together, they managed to climb out of the sewers and enter the temple.
The temple had long been overrun by Shadowmoon Valley creatures, teeming with spiders, bats, crocodiles, and Void Creatures that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.
Velen covered his nose and led the way with a look of disgust. After a lot of hardship, he finally arrived at the warehouse of the Karabor Temple.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Velen pointed to the empty warehouse and said:
"There used to be a smaller Particle Beam Weapon here. Draenei born in Draenor World didn't recognize it, let alone know how to use it."
"Cho'gall" feigned ignorance and deliberately asked, "If the Draenei armed themselves with Particle Beam Weapons, could they defeat the Orcs?"
Velen laughed heartily upon hearing this, "One Particle Beam Weapon is enough to wipe out an Orcs Clans; five of them would be enough to unify Draenor and make me the Warlords of Draenor."
"Cho'gall" feigned surprise and asked, "With such a powerful weapon, why don't the Draenei use it?"
Velen said solemnly, "Weapons will narrow the gap between individuals. Even a Draenei child wielding a high-powered Particle Beam Weapon could easily kill me. For my own safety and the stability of my rule, of course they must all be dismantled. As for the life or death of the Draenei race, whether they are eaten by Orcs, what do I care?"
"Cho'gall" nodded as if he understood.
"Only the stupid and foolish Draenei are good Draenei," Velen with a sly smile.
"However, I still kept a high-powered Particle Beam Weapon, just in case."
Reaching a corner of the warehouse, Velen held several specific Holy Light symbols in his hand. The symbols flashed rapidly, and a small Portal appeared.
This is the Holy Light Key, which can open up a small space specifically for hiding things. Velen reached into the Portal and pulled out a long spear, more than a man's length, that shimmered with light.
The barrel is as thick as an adult's arm, and the gun itself is made of Argus Crystal. A deep blue light flows along the body, giving it a captivating beauty.
"What a beautiful gun!" exclaimed Cho'gall.
Velen, holding the enormous crystal gun, casually fired a shot at the warehouse wall.
The gunshot was faint, like water droplets splashing on a wall. A large hole, taller than a person, appeared in the sturdy wall, but no explosives were ejected; it was as if the gun had evaporated in an instant.
"Cho'gall" looked closely and discovered that a single shot had pierced through seven layers of walls.
"The Eredar's Extinction is the name of this weapon."
Velen confidently handed the weapon to "Cho'gall," explaining:
"This was modified by the Army of the Light based on Draenei weapons. It uses Holy Light energy to drive particle beams, and requires ten seconds to recharge after each use. Theoretically, it can be fired countless times. Even Dragon Slayer Gruul and Deathwing would find it difficult to withstand a single hit. It was originally intended to fight Archimonde."
Cho'gall was incredibly excited; the weapon was finally back in his hands.
However, Velen's lies could not deceive the other Velen.
This weapon is incredibly powerful, but it also has serious weaknesses, such as being extremely susceptible to Magic Interference, which can cause it to fail to launch.
Velen was able to entrust it to "Cho'gall" with confidence precisely because he was aware of its weaknesses.
"With this weapon, Imperator Mar'gok is doomed," Cho'gall said viciously.
"Cho'gall, this matter must be handled with utmost care," Velen cautioned. "The Holy Light Frenzy I taught you is an enhanced version of the Holy Light Edict. Although its effects are remarkable, it's easy for others to spot its flaws. The fewer people you use it on, the better. Aside from the Imperator's personal guards, the Cyclops Twins, I suggest you use it on only three people."
I'd like to hear the details!
Velen said seriously, "Jaina, High Archmage Antonidas, they are both Archmages, and accidents can easily happen. My last suggestion is Saurfang the Great, the renowned king of ambushes among the Orcs; he could be of great help to you."
"Cho'gall" excitedly grabbed Velen's arms and said:
"Prophet Velen, thank you for your help. Actually, I have no interest in power. What I care about most is powerful magic and increasing my own strength. If I can kill Imperator Mar'gok, I will entrust the management of Highmaul and the Lightforging Orcs to you. I need to absorb the Power of the Old Gods and then continue my pursuit of power."
Velen nodded in relief, not worried that Cho'gall break his promise.
Once Mar'gok is dead, the Ogres will fall into chaos, giving Velen the opportunity to rise up and reclaim his rightful power.