Garrosh stared in disbelief at the endless stream of New Lightforged Orcs passing through the Portal, finally understanding why Jaina hadn't contested their military power.
It turns out that Jaina has already mastered the technology to create New Lightforged Orcs.
New Lightforged Orcs do not need to eat, drink, or rest. Although their lifespan is short, they reproduce at an astonishing rate and are extremely loyal.
Aside from his inflexibility, he was practically the most perfect soldier.
Jaina smiled faintly, "It's all for the sake of saving Azeroth."
What "saving Azeroth"? Garrosh just wants to curse. In that name, how many evil deeds have they committed?
Having controlled the New Lightforged Orcs, Jaina's power was the greatest, placing her in an invincible position. Garrosh could only sigh and admit defeat.
Jaina said solemnly, "Right now, all the races in the Alliance are observing the situation. With Elune, the Elune, protecting us, we cannot attack the Night Elf race for the time being. But I absolutely will not allow the Humans and Dwarves to stand idly by."
"You mean?"
Jaina's eyes gleamed, and she said fiercely, "I will rebuild the Peace Dove in the name of the Holy Light, and entice the Alliance to willingly become our military provisions."
Garrosh grinned, recalling the days when humans willingly became military rations.
They believed the lies of the Peace Dove, sold their possessions, and embarked on a long journey, hiring ships to reach Theramore. Jaina took their Wealth and then sold it to Orgrimmar, believing until her death that she had saved Azeroth.
"In the name of the Holy Light," Garrosh said with a sinister smile.
In the Light's Hope Chapel, the two-headed Ogre Velen, covered in dust and looking utterly disheveled, buried his two heads in a basin, devouring meat.
Aman'Thul poured a glass of wine and pushed it towards him; Velen quickly grabbed it and drank it down his throat.
"A two-headed Ogre, two throats, one esophagus—you only need one head to eat," Aman'Thul laughed.
Velen raised the right side of his head, swallowed the food in his mouth hard, and shouted:
"Draenei, do you want to see me make a fool of myself? I am the most trusted disciple of Imperator Mar'gok, the Invincible Cho'gall."
Aman'Thul smiled slightly, "Don't hide it anymore, I know who you are, Prophet Velen."
Velen tried his best to control his emotions so as not to give himself away, but judging from the expression on the Draenei's face, he knew that the other party was not testing him, and murmured:
How did you know?
Aman'Thul offered no explanation, saying expressionlessly:
"Velen, we've worked together for so many years, I won't expose your secrets. I just want to know, how do you plan to explain your betrayal of Light-Hunter Kuber in Oshu'gun to the Army of the Light?"
As Velen ate, he said, "The Army of the Light has many factions, Light-Hunter Kuber is alone and isolated. No one will care about his death."
Aman'Thul nodded and asked, "Even so, the Army of the Light will hold them accountable, won't they?"
Velen said unsurprised, "I will pray to the Holy Light, then offer an explanation, and perhaps find an excuse to get by. Yes, the Army of the Light will punish me, but I still have some use."
Aman'Thul had long known that the Army of the Light was plagued by internal strife and a bloated organizational structure, so Velen's explanation was quite reasonable.
"Velen, I'm giving you a chance to atone for your sins. Are you willing?"
Velen looked at the Draenei before him with suspicion, not forgetting the conflict between them, and cautiously replied:
I appreciate your kindness, but we are not friends.
Aman'Thul chuckled magnanimously, "Listen to me first. Cho'gall is most skilled at proselytizing. The Twilight's Hammer he founded is still incredibly active. In the Age of Holy Light, I cannot stand idly by while the Alliance races stand by. You can spread your faith and increase your followers in the name of the Holy Light. Isn't that an opportunity to curry favor with the Holy Light?"
"This!"
Velen stroked his chin, pondering for a moment. "Indeed, an excellent opportunity, but I'm alone and outnumbered; I'm afraid it will be difficult to succeed."
"The former Argent Crusade will fully cooperate with you," Aman'Thul promised.
After a delicious meal, a bath, and a good night's sleep, fully refreshed, Velen began to pray to the Holy Light.
Although he tried to remain calm in front of "Amado", Velen actually had little faith in this prayer. The attitude of the Army of the Light was unpredictable, like a willful child.
Velen sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state, invoking the Holy Light.
After several unanswered calls, Velen was almost in despair. Ignoring Velen was far more terrifying than the punishment of the Holy Light.
Fortunately, Velen did not give up. After calling upon the Holy Light for the ninth time, the Holy Light responded to Velen.
Velen found himself in a crystal palace, the translucent blue crystals smooth and spotless.
Through the crystal, Velen saw countless machines.
Gears, bearings, pointers, and robotic arms are all working in an orderly manner.
This should be the home of the Light-Hunter Kuber, the Polat Planet, which was destroyed 50 million years ago.
Velen carefully examined his body; one half was an octopus-like gray tentacle and a huge head with sharp teeth, while the other half was an incredibly complex machine.
It seems the Polat Starfolk have achieved a perfect balance between flesh and machine.
Around Velen, nine similar figures sat or lay down, forming the ten elders of the Polat Velen.
One of the figures said, "Fifty thousand years have passed, and these stubborn Naaru still refuse to agree to our conditions."
Another elder said, "Don't worry, the closer we get to the Void, the more benefits the Naaru will give us. We are the most esteemed elders on Polat, and we should at least be considered nobles."
"It is the duty of an elder to sell our people for a fair price," one elder said lazily.
Velen guessed that this must be a memory left behind by an elder, and that he had been dragged into an ancient memory, where the scene was being recreated.
"I've received bad news. There's a traitor among us, secretly contacting the Army of the Light," one of the elders said discontentedly. "I hope this traitor will come forward; he will face the punishment of Catch-20."
Would a traitor really step forward voluntarily? Velen chuckled to himself.
After a long Anjing in the Crystal Palace, the elder spoke:
"Since the traitor is unwilling to come forward, we will follow the ancient custom and use a lottery to find the traitor."
"Can a lottery really find a traitor?" Velen found it utterly absurd.
The other elders all agreed to the draw, and to avoid arousing suspicion, Velen also agreed.
Ten cards were dealt to ten elders, one of whom said, "Whoever draws a card with a specific suit is a traitor."
The elders revealed their cards, all of which were blank except for Velen's, which had a suit and a gear drawn on it.
Why did you betray us?
Countless sounds echoed in Velen's ears, stimulating his nerves, as if knives were churning in his mind.
Velen hurriedly replied, "Please let me explain. I have not betrayed the Holy Light. The Light-Hunter Kuber is an Unclean One."
One cannot lie within the illusion created by the Holy Light; Velen was indeed telling the truth, only he had confused the order of events.
Of course, the Army of the Light wasn't so easily fooled, but they simply didn't want to investigate further.
"Velen, even so, you must still accept your punishment."
Velen immediately knelt down and said devoutly, "I am willing to atone for my sins and spread the Holy Light throughout Azeroth."