Kalecgos taught Velen a mysterious spell.
Even with Velen's knowledge, he couldn't fathom the mystery of this magic, guessing that it must have originated from some powerful and mysterious Void Creatures.
However, this magic required a dance to perform, which made Velen feel somewhat embarrassed. With the crisis imminent, Velen had no other choice.
The Flesh-Eternal was crucial to the safety of the Kalimdor Allied Forces, so Jaina dared not be negligent and prepared the Magic Circle overnight.
The replacement for Kalecgos has been chosen: the Prophet Velen.
Garrosh led his troops to surround Velen's tent and came personally to persuade him.
"Velen, you should know that I despise useless people the most. The Orcs Consecration everything to save Azeroth, and what have you done?"
"Just say what you mean, don't beat around the bush," Velen said impatiently.
Garrosh grinned. "To save Azeroth, Jaina fed countless humans to us Orcs, and the Pandaren of Pandaria were also food for the Orcs. What a great honor that is. Now, that honor has fallen upon your head, and I am proud of you."
Velen coldly replied, "You want me to become Flesh-Eternal? Don't even think about it. I am the leader of the Allied Forces."
"As a leader, one should shoulder even greater responsibilities." Garrosh waved his hand. "Guards, escort Prophet Velen on his journey. It is time to Consecration everything to Azeroth."
Velen waved his hand and snorted coldly, "No need for help, I'll go with you."
Garrosh was slightly taken aback; Velen's attitude surprised him.
Of course, Garrosh did not let his guard down. Several Lightforging Tauren stepped forward and used their hides to bind Velen tightly.
Near the Flesh-Eternal, a Holy Light Magic Circle has been set up, with Jaina residing in the very center, personally overseeing the Magic Circle.
Upon seeing Velen, Jaina smiled smugly:
"A person's greatness is measured by their contributions to Azeroth. Today is your moment to realize your value. History will remember you, Velen."
Velen was tied to a pillar, hanging his head and remaining silent as if he had given up.
Jaina stood in the center of the Magic Circle, raised her hands, and addressed the crowd:
"The Age of Holy Light has arrived, and each of us has a responsibility and an obligation to Consecration ourselves to Azeroth. Prophet Velen, a wise man I deeply respect, will show us what selfless Consecration and inescapable duty truly mean. Come, let us cheer for Velen, the Flesh-Eternal."
As the soldiers cheered, the Magic Circle lit up, flashing with golden light, and Jaina chanted incantations:
"The day has come. Holy Light shines upon the withered bones. Behold, those who have suffered humiliation, torture, and being eaten will be saved with the help of the Holy Light."
The Ruins of Orgrimmar shone brightly, with powerful Holy Light shooting straight into the sky.
Countless Restless Souls were drawn by the Holy Light, converging on the Magic Circle from all directions. The golden Holy Light dispelled the dark aura of the Restless Souls, making them holy and devout, turning them into Holy Souls.
Bathed in Holy Light, the holy and elegant Holy Souls murmured words of praise to the Holy Light.
Velen couldn't help but exclaim in amazement; he knew, of course, that Holy Light could alter the attributes of the Restless Souls.
But this made it even more suitable for being devoured by the Naaru, Velen couldn't help but think of roasted meat.
The bloody meat had turned into golden-brown roast meat; this was by no means a stroke of luck.
Countless Holy Souls revolved around Velen, and words of praise constantly flooded his mind.
Everyone should Consecration everything to Azeroth.
"May the Holy Light bless you; for this sacred cause, it is worth sacrificing your precious life."
"Countless Draenei Consecration everything to save Azeroth. As the leader of the Draenei, you should be aware of this."
"Come on, Velen, don't let the Orcs look down on you."
Most of these Restless Souls were eaten by Orcs in life, and under the blessing of the Holy Light, they became accomplices of the Orcs.
Velen knew that if he truly heeded these warnings, he would be utterly defeated.
Even if someone wanted to rescue Velen, he wouldn't run away; he was willing to be a Flesh-Eternal.
It seems that Kalecgos's escape has taught Jaina a lesson, and she wants to solve this problem once and for all.
How long can Velen hold out?
Before he could waver, Velen had to fight back; though firmly bound, he could still dance.
What Kalecgos taught was a kind of soul dance.
Deep within Velen's consciousness, his soul danced to the strange whispers, causing the countless preaching Restless Souls around him to pause slightly, unable to resist joining in the dance.
In the center of the Holy Light Magic Circle, Jaina opened her eyes in surprise; her Holy Souls had actually broken free from her control.
Before she could make a move, countless Holy Souls rushed towards her, quickly engulfing Jaina.
Jaina stared blankly at her hands and feet, instantly transforming into a little girl, all her magic gone.
She stood in the crowd, tiptoeing to see, and on the high platform, a middle-aged man who looked like an aristocrat was giving a powerful speech:
"Azeroth is facing a life-or-death crisis. Every one of us should Consecration our all. The Orcs are fighting against the forces of Evil, and what have you done?"
The middle-aged man's eyes gleamed with a burning light. Jaina knew this was a bewitching magic she had taught him, capable of making people willingly be eaten by Orcs.
Before Jaina could react, the illusion shattered.
Jaina found herself in a market, a vegetable basket slung over her arm, looking every bit the middle-aged woman selling vegetables. A brightly dressed middle-aged woman spoke passionately:
"The crucial moment has arrived. I received news from Orgrimmar that the great Savior Thrall is engaged in a life-or-death battle with Sargeras. Do you know Sargeras? He's as big as Azeroth. Our happy life today is all thanks to the great Savior Thrall, who is bearing the burden for us. Shouldn't we do something for Thrall?"
The scene shifts again, with Jaina carrying a hoe on her shoulder. It is now the end of the Northrend War, and most of the farmers in Kingdom of Stormwind have been fed to the Orcs by Tirion Fordring. Only women are working hard in the fields.
A young woman pushed a cart through the fields, calling out as she went:
"The Orcs are suffering terribly. They Consecration everything to save Azeroth. Can you bear to see the Savior of Azeroth starve and freeze? Come, give up everything you have. For Azeroth, for the great Orcs, life is short, why be stingy with yourselves? Only faith endures."
The Peace Dove is ubiquitous, constantly guiding the people; this was originally Jaina's proud creation.
Jaina clutched her head in anguish. In that brief moment, Jaina witnessed the lives of thousands of Restless Souls.
Her consciousness spun before her eyes, her mental barriers were breached, and Jaina felt a dizzying sensation as everything that seemed illogical became perfectly reasonable.
"So being eaten by Orcs is truly a great honor. I'm proud, I'm honored."
Jaina's face shone with a pure, saintly radiance, and she wore a perfectly gentle smile as she slowly rose into the air, pouncing towards the mountain-like body of the Flesh-Eternal.
A gash appeared on the back of the Flesh-Eternal, Jaina leaped into it like a moth to a flame, her expression serene.
Velen breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that he had escaped unscathed.
Suddenly, the Flesh-Eternal extended a tentacle and coiled around Velen's body.