The Two-headed Velen felt the fused soul. Although the two heads were somewhat uncomfortable, the immense power within the soul was real.
His spiritual power increased dramatically, extending outwards, and his connection with the Flesh-Eternal became intimate, transforming the cage into his own physical body.
Two-headed Velen is now free, able to control the Flesh-Eternal to escape, no longer suffering the torment of being cut into pieces.
The treacherous voice sternly warned, "Remember, do not act rashly. Newly born gods are extremely fragile and must increase their strength by devouring souls. If the Holy Light discovers you, you will all die."
"I'll do whatever you say," the Two-headed Velen whispered, completely trusting this cunning voice.
The cunning voice continued, "I have already planned for your future. You must first rescue Jaina and help her break free from her brainwashing. I will teach you the methods. Then cooperate with Jaina. When the time comes, I will notify you in advance. You only have one chance to stop the Naaru from descending upon Draenor."
Unsuspecting, the Two-headed Velen obtained the secret technique and ventured into the depths of the Flesh-Eternal to find Jaina.
On a small hill not far away, Aman'Thul opened his eyes, slowly exhaled, and a smug smile appeared on his lips.
Aman'Thul successfully deceived the two Velen. When their souls sank into the Flesh-Eternal, they needed to undergo a brief coma. Aman'Thul took the opportunity to use arcane magic to scan their memories, thus gaining their trust by learning those unknown secrets.
"The two-headed Draenei are not the origin of the gods, but merely a variant. Velen, you cannot escape my calculations. Velen, who betrayed the Holy Light, is exhilarating to even think about."
Aman'Thul left triumphantly.
Deep within the Flesh-Eternal, the Two-headed Velen found Jaina, easily subdued her, and then began casting a spell.
The Two-headed Velen muttered incantations, while Jaina's face was contorted in agony, as if she were enduring terrible pain.
After a long while, Jaina screamed, and her turbid soul became clear.
"Being eaten by Orcs is an honor, a life Consecration to saving Azeroth? God, how could I believe such a load of nonsense?"
Once she regained her senses, Jaina's eyes blazed with fury. She never imagined that the brainwashing she had used on the people of Azeroth would also befall her.
The Two-headed Velen said arrogantly, "Jaina, we had a misunderstanding in the past. Let's forget about it and hope we can put aside our differences and cooperate sincerely."
Jaina stared in astonishment at the Two-headed Velen: "How did you end up like this?"
"We have become gods." The Two-headed Velen beamed with pride, his soul radiating a kaleidoscope of colorful energy, like an unreal dream. "Follow us, and you will become a noble Emissary, or be devoured by us. What is your choice?"
Jaina stared in horror at the two-headed monster before her. Although it was only a spirit, its power was extraordinary, and the promises it made were very tempting.
Jaina finally nodded helplessly.
The Two-headed Velen declared loudly, "The Flesh-Eternal is no longer our prison. Before long, we will be free."
The Light's Hope Chapel.
After "Cho'gall" suffered a crushing defeat and became Flesh-Eternal, Aman'Thul, disguised as the Draenei Amado, regained power.
With the addition of the New Lightforged Orcs to his arsenal, Aman'Thul, unlike the impulsive Velen, carefully controlled the number of Orcs, repaired the docks destroyed by the Holy Dragon, and built a new fleet. Everything proceeded in an orderly manner.
As before, Aman'Thul remained calm and composed, maintaining a stalemate with the Kalimdor Allied Forces.
Upon learning of Cho'gall's defeat, the Imperator Mar'gok Draenor deeply worried and immediately summoned Antonidas for advice.
"Cho'gall is my disciple. Is there any way to rescue him?" Mar'gok asked.
Although he was a powerful Ogre wizard, his understanding of magic was inferior to that of Antonidas.
Antonidas did not give a clear answer, but cautiously replied:
"This will take time and many attempts. It would be best if we could get into Orgrimmar, but I'm worried about those Holy Dragons."
Mar'gok frowned and pondered for a long time:
"The Holy Dragon's attitude is unclear. Azeroth is a complex place. Cho'gall is too impulsive. Let him suffer some hardship for now and learn a lesson."
Antonidas nodded in agreement, Mar'gok said solemnly:
"How's the preparation I asked you to do?"
"It's finished," Antonidas replied.
"How confident are you in dealing with those Naaru?" Mar'gok asked, still uneasy.
Antonidas answered without hesitation:
"We have less than a 50% chance of success. Our understanding of the Naaru is limited. Just as humans vary from person to person, if the Naaru that descends is different from the previous ones, there's nothing I can do."
Mar'gok was somewhat dissatisfied, but it was clear that Antonidas had done his best, so he couldn't really blame him.
"Your Imperator, perhaps we should give up. Submitting to the Holy Light might not be a bad opportunity." Antonidas sensed the Imperator's unease and disappointment.
Mar'gok waved his hand, rejecting his offer. "Remember what Amado told us about the secret of Light and Darkness? No one wants to be a slave. If we lose this opportunity, we'll never have another. We have to try, no matter what."
Frostfire Ridge, the fortress of the Thunderlord Clan.
A group of the Thunderlord Clan Orcs, shirtless, were working hard by the fireplace.
Durotan paced through the snow, a massive ballista before him that would require a cart pulled by three Clefthoof to move.
However, this is only part of the preparations for Durotan.
Stroking the soft Bai Lang fur around his neck, "Durotan" chuckled:
"Do you see that? This is probably our last chance. Survival or death. If I fail, all the Orcs will become slaves. Look, you killed my child and cut off the Orcs' retreat. Now I have no choice but to gamble everything and hope for a miracle."
"Are you satisfied with this result, my dear brother?" Durotan murmured. "The Imperator Mar'gok didn't try to wipe me out, precisely because he hoped I could do my part. Haha, I guess he wasn't entirely confident of victory either. The Draenor World faces a life-or-death situation."
Durotan's eyes softened, Draka led the children over.
Having consumed over ten million New Lightforged Orcs, the construction site of Oshu'gun was finally completed.
This is a pyramid that is 1,500 meters high, built entirely of massive stones, with a surface covered with smooth stone slabs that gleam in the sunlight.
The stone slabs are carved with exquisite paintings, many of which praise the Holy Light.
Beside the pyramid stands a chimney-shaped white structure, less than thirty meters of which is visible above ground, but its underground shafts reach a depth of one hundred meters, leading directly to a luxurious palace.
Mar'gok and Antonidas toured the underground palace, which was maintained by a huge Holy Light Magic Circle, with extremely rich Holy Light energy inside.
"This is a place for the Naaru to rest," Antonidas said. "The Naaru must be exhausted and their Holy Light depleted after such a long interstellar journey."