Velen looked up in surprise. Above the Ruins of Orgrimmar, a vast expanse of golden dragon shadows blotted out the sun.
That wasn't just one Holy Dragon, but a full thirty Holy Dragons.
It turns out that the Red Dragon Queen gave Jaina thirty inferior Dragon Eggs, which, with the help of the Holy Light, all of them hatched successfully.
Just as the New Lightforged Orcs grew rapidly, these dragon whelps quickly skipped the Whelps stage and grew into adult Holy Dragons.
Holy flames erupted, raising the temperature throughout Orgrimmar, and all the New Lightforged Orcs brought by Velen perished.
To Velen's surprise, the leader of this group of Holy Dragons was not Jaina's Holy Dragon, but a Twilight Dragon.
Kalecgos laughed joyfully, "The Age of Holy Light has arrived! I heed the guidance of the Holy Light, Holy Dragons uphold the light and Justice of Azeroth, eradicating all Evil."
Velen couldn't understand why Kalecgos would become the leader of the Holy Dragons, but the other party's plan was crystal clear.
"Kalecgos, you've got quite the scheme," Velen.
Kalecgos laughed, "Surrender, Cho'gall. Your fleet has been destroyed by me. Even if there are many more New Lightforged Orcs, they cannot cross the Great Sea."
Velen chuckled coldly, "You won this round. We'll fight again another day."
Cho'gall, an Ogre Mage, muttered incantations as he prepared to open Portal back to Light's Hope Chapel.
If Velen can return to take charge and rely on the endless New Lightforged Orcs the orcs, he has a chance to turn the tide.
Unexpectedly, the teleportation spell failed; someone had secretly interfered with his magic.
On Kalecgos's back, a figure dressed in a black robe appeared, thin and with its head and face obscured.
This was an Archmage whose power surpassed Jaina's. Velen finally panicked and asked in a trembling voice, "Who are you?"
The black-robed mage's voice was hoarse. "Cho'gall, Azeroth does not welcome you. The Age of Holy Light has no need for a brute like you."
Seeing that the situation was dire, Velen's eyes darted around, and he knelt on the ground, saying, "Great being, I surrender and pledge my allegiance to you."
Grommash Hellscream, Kilrogg, Blackhand all knelt on the ground almost simultaneously, begging for their lives, while only Baron Thalassos remained calm and composed.
The black-robed mage hesitated and said:
"Taking an Ogre as a pet wouldn't be bad, but Azeroth already has Cho'gall. If you two accidentally meet, it'll be troublesome. My decision is to refuse."
The black-robed mage pointed downwards, and a gash appeared on the back of the Flesh-Eternal not far from Velen, from which a long, tongue-like tentacle emerged and coiled around Velen.
Velen wailed and begged for mercy, but the black-robed mage remained unmoved, watching as his body was dragged into the Flesh-Eternal.
"Kalecgos, let's go."
The black-robed mage waved his hand, ignoring the three kneeling Grommash Hellscream, and the thirty Holy Dragons quickly vanished without a trace.
Grommash Hellscream stood up, dusted himself off, his eyes Liuliu around, and laughed, "As long as we return to Light's Hope Chapel, we will be the leaders of the New Lightforged Orcs."
Kilrogg also got up, clapped his hands, and said, "That's right, Cho'gall has become Flesh-Eternal, our chance has come."
Baron Thalassos sneered, "Without a ship, how will you get back?"
The fleet had been destroyed by the Holy Dragon, and all three wore bitter expressions.
Once Garrosh's Lightforging Quilboar arrives, none of the three will survive.
"No need to worry," the Baron said calmly. "I have old friends in Ratchet."
On a small hill not far away, Aman'Thul secretly observed everything.
"Just as I predicted, the Holy Light needs a balance of power. That fool Velen, in his capacity as Cho'gall, created that balance, and so the Corrector appeared. I never expected it to be him."
After lowering his head and thinking for a long time, Aman'Thul's expression turned serious as he muttered to himself:
"I can't rely on luck. He may not be the only one Corrector. There might be even more powerful Correctors out there. Although there have been some setbacks, my plan has gone relatively smoothly."
Aman'Thul's gaze fell upon the Flesh-Eternal in Orgrimmar, which now contained the souls of two Velen.
Upon entering the body of the Flesh-Eternal, Cho'gall's Ogre body rapidly dissolved, and Velen's soul seemed to sink into a dark Abyss.
After a long while, Velen gradually regained consciousness, saw a glimmer of light, and heard strange noises.
In his spirit form, Velen groped his way forward in the darkness. He saw another version of himself sitting cross-legged on the ground, head drooping, giving a helpless, bitter smile.
Directly in front, Jaina, in her spirit form, narrowed her eyes and devoutly chanted:
"The Holy Light tells us that you should stay away from evil and not place beautiful jewels before greedy Orcs, lest they squander them and then turn around and devour you."
"The Holy Light tells us that darkness is not eternal. No matter how the world changes, our hearts must be filled with light. Recite with me: All glory to the Holy Light."
"All glory to the Holy Light!" another Velen said weakly, probably having suffered considerable mental anguish.
"Velen, you should be careful," Jaina said disapprovingly. "Now is the time for you to open your heart, confess your sins, and then beg for the forgiveness of the Holy Light."
Upon witnessing this scene, Velen, who had just entered the realm of the Flesh-Eternal, was terrified and was about to leave when Jaina discovered him.
"What I see! Two identical Velens! Very well, you come here too to repent your sins."
Why should I repent?
The new Velen tried to resist, but he was powerless against Jaina. Jaina savagely grabbed his head and dragged him to another Velen.
The other Velen turned to the new Velen and said:
"Give up. This territory belongs to Jaina; she controls everything."
"I never expected we'd meet here," the newcomer, Velen, said with an awkward laugh.
"Newcomer, confess your crimes," Jaina urged sternly.
"Don't lie," Velen warned earlier. "She can see through our lies. If we anger her, we'll all be punished. This woman has gone mad."
Velen decided to provoke Jaina, whispering, "I just saw Twilight Dragon Kalecgos; he's become the leader of the Holy Dragons."
Sure enough, Jaina gave a twisted, cold laugh and roared furiously:
"Kalecgos, you will not escape the judgment of the Holy Light. One day, you will kneel before me and repent."
Jaina seemed to be in a bad mental state, muttering to herself as she staggered away.
Velen immediately lay down on the ground, catching his breath for a moment, and said happily, "Finally, I can rest for a while. I know what you're thinking; you want to kill me. I advise you not to waste your energy. This is inside the body of Flesh-Eternal; neither of us can kill the other."
Later, Velen asked, "Didn't you ever think about running away?"
"I tried," Velen shrugged. "It's a sturdy cage; I can't do it."
The two silently gazed at each other, trying to decipher each other's thoughts, when suddenly, a strange whisper drifted over:
"The meaning of life lies in rebirth, not destruction. If you can escape, are you willing to cooperate, you two Velens?"