"Lucas, don't believe him, he's deceiving you." Velen finally panicked, realizing Kubor's scheme.
However, the stubborn Lucas refused to believe it, raising his Battle Axe high with a look of resignation to death:
"Orcs are the greatest race. I will fight for the Orcs and Consecration everything for Azeroth."
In Kubor's vision, Lucas was shown a scene of Orcs unifying Azeroth and devouring all humans, which was exactly what Lucas wanted.
However, Velen became an obstacle, slaughtering countless Orcs. Lucas was furious and wished he could skin Velen alive.
"This guy is a hopeless madman."
People like Lucas have ideas that are completely different from others, yet they are incredibly stubborn and always believe that they are right.
"Lucas, you're destroying Azeroth!" Velen said helplessly.
Under Lucas's Gale onslaught, the Hydross the Unstable shattered.
Jaina.
Velen cried out for help, now only hoping that Jaina's will could overcome Lucas's.
Strangely, Jaina's soul mysteriously vanished, Velen sighed, withdrawing from the contest of wills.
This battle of wills ultimately ended in Velen's defeat due to Lucas's involvement.
Lucas, transformed into Grommash Hellscream, raised his Gorehowl aloft and roared excitedly, "I did it! I saved Azeroth!"
"No, you destroyed Azeroth with your own hands, you fool," Light-Hunter Kuber sneered.
"What are you talking about? I don't believe you," Lucas retorted stubbornly.
Whether you believe it or not is irrelevant, because you're about to die.
As Lucas watched his body disintegrate and his soul sink into the darkest Abyss, his last thought was:
"My life has been worthwhile."
Bang!
The two-headed Faceless Ones creature's body exploded, collapsing near the pyramid. A blurry mass of flesh detached from its body, transforming into a two-headed Ogre that quickly fled.
At the same time, the cube-shaped Kubor emerged from a mass of blurred flesh and blood, floated in the air, and laughed heartily.
Imperator Mar'gok covered his face. Everything was over. The Holy Light was about to cover Draenor. Hope was gone, and they were at the mercy of the Army of the Light.
Durotan looked up at the sky, a helpless, bitter smile on his face. The efforts of mortals were utterly futile, ultimately leading only to failure.
The pillar of Holy Light traversed the vast universe, shooting into the top of the pyramid. Its Power of the Holy Light refracted in all directions, and the Light-Hunter Kuber arrived before it.
"Listen up, you ants of Draenor! I am very dissatisfied with you. According to the rules of the Army of the Light, after the Holy Light descends, you are not required to have your own will. You will become cogs, parts of a machine. This world is a machine. Abandon your independent thinking and become walking corpses."
Kubor manipulated the Pillar of Holy Light, and the continuous Power of the Holy Light formed a seven-colored halo that slowly spread outwards. The New Lightforged Orcs closest to the pyramid came into contact with this halo and showed an infatuated expression, grinning foolishly.
To manipulate all living beings with one's mind, whether King or commoner, is to make them mere puppets.
Kubor proclaimed, "I declare the Age of Holy Light has arrived! From now on, there will be no more oppression, no more suffering, and all beings will be equal!"
Mar'gok produced a Teleportation Rune that could help him escape back to Highmaul, but ultimately put the Rune down, knowing he couldn't escape as long as he was in Draenor World.
Suddenly, Kubor looked up and noticed something was wrong.
A ball of Holy Light slowly approached him, locking onto Kubor, flying at a very slow speed.
After staring at the blurry ball of light for a long time, Kubor hurriedly stopped casting the spell and quickly retreated.
However, the Holy Light locked onto him, and no matter how fast he ran, the distance between them kept shrinking.
Kubor spun rapidly around the pyramid, which replenished his depleted Holy Light. This Holy Light was like a persistent affliction, impossible to shake off, and followed him at a steady pace.
"What is this thing?" Imperator Mar'gok stood up, his hope rekindled.
Durotan from afar, asked uncertainly, "It's just an ordinary ball of Holy Light, so why is Kubor so terrified of it?"
Kubor suddenly rushed into the Lightforging Orcs, controlling the Lightforging Orcs that had lost their Holy Light to intercept the Holy Light of Holy Light. Strangely, the Holy Light passed through the Lightforging Orcs, and nothing happened; it remained firmly locked onto Kubor.
"Don't come any closer! Don't come any closer!"
The Light-Hunter Kuber was on the verge of tears. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't stop the strange Holy Light from getting closer and gradually engulfing him.
Kubor's cube-shaped body remained suspended in mid-air, and after a long while, a heart-wrenching cry rang out:
"I have been defiled; I am no longer pure."
Mar'gok scratched his head, and then he understood.
Naaru are pure energy beings, or pure Holy Light, or they may transform into corrupted Dark Naaru, possessing pure Shadow Energy.
If they are mixed with energies other than Holy Light and shadow, they will become Unclean One and be scorned by their people.
However, mixing other energies into the Holy Light requires extremely high technical skills. Mar'gok and Durotan had considered this method, but they were unable to implement it.
Mar'gok looked up, wanting to see who had ambushed Light-Hunter Kuber.
The sky was cloudless and the wind was calm, with no trace of the attackers in sight.
The Light-Hunter Kuber's body developed numerous cracks. He had not yet mastered how to control the alien energy, so he gave up struggling. Before long, as the cracks widened, he shattered into countless small pieces, scattering them all over the ground.
This Naaru Nobles, who had traversed countless cosmic units to enter the Draenor World, thus perished.
Thousands of miles away in outer space, Tempest Keep activated its stealth mode. Yrel confirmed Kubor's fall from the crystal and nodded in satisfaction.
This was all thanks to Naaru K'ure's help, who taught the Draenei the technique of mixing alien energy into the Holy Light.
The Army of the Light finally paid the price for their stubbornness and inflexibility.
At the Light's Hope Chapel, Aman'Thul breathed a long sigh of relief upon learning of the fall of the Light-Hunter Kuber.
"Velen has disappointed me so much. I thought he could succeed. Sigh, I must have been out of my mind to trust such an old man."
Upon closer reflection, it seems that Velen's extraordinary life and actions never truly satisfied others.
"The Holy Light that killed Kubor must have come from the Draenei," Aman'Thul muttered, a shadow falling over his face.
"It seems Velen still has some use; as long as he's alive, he can threaten the Draenei at any time."
"The time has come. It's time to unify Azeroth and establish my own power."
Aman'Thul arrived at the foot of the Light's Hope Chapel and followed the long staircase into a huge cave.
The cave was extremely hot, and at the bottom was surging Lava, with rows of golden Dragon Eggs, totaling more than a hundred.
"The Red Dragon Queen was truly generous; she laid over a thousand Dragon Eggs for the Dragonmaw Clan back then."
Aman'Thul picked up a Dragon Eggs and examined it carefully. These Red Dragon had all been infused with Holy Light, and once hatched, they would become Holy Dragons.
"I'm looking forward to a Holy Dragonflights. Don't you think so, Tirion Fordring?"
Atop the stalagmite above, rested a fully grown, Holy Dragon.