Velen was bound to a pillar with a leather belt, tentacles wrapped around his waist, and he was pulled up along with the pillar, dragged toward the Flesh-Eternal.
Jaina had already been devoured by the Flesh-Eternal. Velen hurriedly stopped casting his spell, but unfortunately, he couldn't get rid of the tentacles.
Only Jaina's devout voice reached my ears:
"Velen, I've come to understand. Being eaten by the Orcs is our blessing in this life. Join me in becoming Flesh-Eternal, for the sake of the Holy Light."
"What good fortune? You stupid woman, you've been brainwashed, haven't you?"
Realizing that he was the one who had brainwashed Jaina, Velen felt like crying.
The tentacles dragged Velen closer and closer to the Flesh-Eternal, where the terrifying, bottomless rift was already visible. Velen reached out his hand for help.
"Help me."
Garrosh and Sylvanas stared at Velen with stern faces, unable to suppress a gloating expression.
Magatha Wildtotem stepped forward, finally shaking her head. Rescuing Velen was beyond her capabilities.
"I'm not reconciled with you!"
In the midst of the crisis, Velen closed his eyes and could only pray to the Holy Light once more.
Fortunately, the Holy Light answered Velen's prayer, and a golden pillar of light descended, empowering him.
Velen opened his eyes and threw out a golden chain with his right hand. At the end of the chain was an anchor formed of Holy Light, which hooked onto the ground.
With the opening of the Flesh-Eternal right before him, Velen finally steadied himself and, relying on the power of the Holy Light, gradually tightened the chains, slowly breaking free.
"I can do it, I will survive," Velen encouraged himself.
Jaina's voice remained calm, as if nothing could disturb her composure, and she said regretfully:
"Velen, are you really going to abandon this great honor? You are Prophet of the Draenei, yet your understanding is less than that of an ordinary human farmer? Come, join me and become Flesh-Eternal."
"Damn it, I don't want to die, and I especially don't want to be eaten by Orcs!" Velen roared furiously.
"Alright, if that's the case, I won't force you. The Draenei leader is a coward; it's truly disappointing," Jaina sighed.
"Is being eaten by Orcs bravery?" Velen asked himself.
The Peace Dove has severely distorted the worldview of the people of Azeroth, turning a group of masochists and psychopaths into people who take pride in being eaten by Orcs.
Kalecgos, now in human form, flashed past Velen and gave him a mysterious smile.
Velen was immediately terrified. The Holy Light Magic Circle activated once more, golden light flashed, and countless Holy Souls drew towards Velen.
Upon closer inspection of the faces of those Holy Souls, Velen was horrified to discover that they were all Draenei.
Velen stared wide-eyed in horror as the Draenei recounted his suffering in life.
"The Orcs are slaughtering us, Velen, save us, save the children."
"The blood of the Draenei flows, Velen, what should we do?"
"Confusion, pain, endless torment—what's going on? Doesn't Argus Planet have graveyards?"
"We trusted you, that's why we escaped Argus Planet with you, but what kind of life have we been living?"
"Velen, you have deceived us. We should have joined the Burning Legion long ago."
The Draenei Holy Souls, initially expressing their feelings, gradually turned into questioning and accusations, with many reaching out angrily to grab Velen.
"You're all trash, a bunch of useless garbage, brainless idiots, pathetic creatures I've deceived."
Velen retorted angrily, Velen feeling superior to the Draenei and never showing them any mercy.
"I've never considered you human beings. You're nothing but livestock I raise. Yes, I'm lying to you." Velen's face was twisted and ferocious.
Amid Velen's taunts, the Draenei Holy Souls grew fearful and retreated steadily.
Before Velen could even catch his breath, a large number of Orcs surged over, baring their teeth and tearing at Velen.
Help!
Faced with the Orcs he feared most, Velen's spirit finally collapsed. Unable to maintain the chains of Holy Light, the tentacles dragged Velen into the body of the Flesh-Eternal.
Darkness enveloped Velen, and he saw countless Restless Souls reaching out and grabbing at his body.
"Come, Velen, let us become food for the Orcs, forever and ever."
At the very bottom of the countless arms was Jaina's beautiful face.
In the Light's Hope Chapel, Aman'Thul slowly sipped a cup of tea, listening to his subordinates' reports, his brow slightly furrowed.
"Velen and Jaina have both become Flesh-Eternal. Things can always turn out unexpectedly. Jaina, she shouldn't have made such a mistake."
Aman'Thul looked up and pondered for a long time before giving the order to Baron Thalassos:
"Immediately cease the offensive on Kalimdor. All troops shall retreat to Rustwater Port and hold their ground."
The Baron didn't understand. "Velen and Jaina have lost their freedom, isn't this our opportunity to attack?"
Aman'Thul chuckled, "The Holy Light needs a balance of power; breaking this balance will certainly cost us."
The baron said dejectedly, "Although I can't see through the scheme behind this, if we stop the attack, we'll definitely give others a pretext to criticize us."
"This is exactly what I wanted," Aman'Thul laughed. "Soon someone will replace me, testing the limits of the Holy Light for us, and then he will pay the price for disrupting the balance."
Draenor, Oshu'gun construction site.
The New Lightforged Orcs continue to toil day and night, using their finite lives to create infinite value.
Since Durotan's crushing defeat and return to Frostfire Ridge, there has been no movement from him, Imperator Mar'gok is getting rather bored.
Mar'gok had been keeping a close eye on the situation in Azeroth. Velen and Jaina had become the Flesh-Eternal, a golden opportunity, but the unexpected halt of the "Amado" attack displeased him.
In response, Mar'gok sent Antonidas to question him, and Amado explained that he was not yet ready.
Mar'gok's two heads, their faces grim, asked in a low voice:
"Antonidas, what do you think about this? What is Amado thinking?"
Antonidas replied meekly, "Amado turned Tirion Fordring into Flesh-Eternal without permission and then deliberately remained inactive. In my opinion, this man harbors ambitions towards Azeroth."
Mar'gok scoffed, "Just a petty trick of raising a bandit to bolster one's own position. Do you think I'm powerless just because we're in Azeroth? Antonidas, how about you replace Amado?"
Antonidas's mind raced. Replacing Amado would certainly be a good thing, but he was originally from Azeroth, which could easily arouse suspicion, so he could only politely decline.
"I fear my prestige is insufficient to shoulder this responsibility; in my opinion, Cho'gall is more suitable."
Mar'gok for a while. Ever since Oshu'gun's defeat, Cho'gall had been staying home under the guise of recuperating from his injuries. It was time to get him out there and do something.
Mar'gok trusted this disciple quite a bit.
"Bring Cho'gall to see me."
Highmaul, at the top of Cho'gall's mage tower.
"Haha, Velen, you actually couldn't defeat Jaina and became Flesh-Eternal? Utterly foolish, you idiot."
Having received the latest news from Azeroth, Velen, hidden within Cho'gall, was overjoyed.
The other Velen lost his freedom, but finally he no longer had to hold back and could go all out.