In the illusion of Holy Light, the nine elders of Polat turned around together, their eyes, some bright and some dim, fixed on Velen, their electronic eyes on their cyborg bodies seeming to see right through him.
"Azeroth already has the faith in the Holy Light; it doesn't need you to spread it?" A stern voice reached Velen's ears.
Velen explained meekly:
"Please let me explain. The faith of the various races of Holy Light Alliance in Azeroth is not strong enough. I will make everyone accept the Holy Light, regardless of wealth or status, and make them all servants of the Holy Light."
"This is meaningless, Velen," the Army of the Light said displeasedly. "You should have received the most terrible punishment, but now we have changed our minds. You must rise from humble beginnings, awaken from suffering, lead by example, and spread the Holy Light to the unbelievers. You must eradicate evil and destroy the enemies of Evil. You will have a new identity, and the Holy Light will be with you."
The illusion shattered, and the Fervor Holy Light blinded Velen.
Velen felt a sudden dizziness as he saw his two-headed Ogre body receding further and further away.
It was as if flying through the clouds, traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, flying over the vast ocean, and finally docking in a warm harbor.
Suddenly, Velen sat up and looked around in surprise.
This is a bustling market, surrounded by Pandaren.
A few white clouds drifted across the azure sky, and the cries of the Pandaren vendors filled the air. Velen sat for a long time, staring at a pair of unfamiliar hands, lost in thought.
As thoughts raced through his mind, Velen realized his predicament.
Pandaria, Vale of Eternal Blossoms, the Pandaren Retreat established by Taran Zhu.
With its supreme power, the Holy Light extracted his soul and infused it into a Pandaren.
The Pandaren's name is Weite. He is well-educated, skilled in poetry and painting, sentimental, and a renowned orator.
It is said that his speeches can enhance the flavor of Pandaren, making it exceptionally delicious and popular among Pandaren, thus classifying it as a top-tier ingredient.
Of course, he will inevitably become food, but unlike ordinary Pandaren, he will only serve the most distinguished guests in the future.
"Could it be that the Holy Light's purpose is for me to spread the faith among the Pandaren?" Velen wondered inwardly.
The Pandaren of Pandaria believe in Chi and are extremely resistant to the Path of the Holy Light. This deeply ingrained ideology, which has persisted for tens of thousands of years, is difficult to change.
Velen clutched his head helplessly; spreading the Holy Light among the Pandaren was simply too difficult, almost an impossible task.
Upon examining himself, Velen realized that his body was not strong; the power of the Holy Light was sealed, and at this moment, Velen was just an ordinary Pandaren.
"What should I do?" Velen had considered all sorts of punishments, but he never expected to become Pandaren.
"Weite, it's your turn to give a speech."
A Pandaren named Lüdi nudged Velen with her shoulder.
Velen instinctively took the speech and walked onto the stage with a goofy look on his face. Below him was a large crowd of Pandaren spectators, who stared at Velen like ducks stretching their necks.
Velen is no stranger to public speaking; for a long time, Velen speeches have been very persuasive, at least in his own opinion.
Unfolding his speech, Velen began passionately:
"Once, Kobolds mocked us, saying that we Pandaren were nothing but food for Orcs; Jinyu slandered us, saying that we were nothing but lowly livestock."
I laughed.
"How ridiculous, how ignorant! How could they possibly understand the greatness of the Pandaren? We brave Pandaren were born to save Azeroth. We are proud, we are honored. My dear compatriots, do not believe those rumors and sarcasm. We will walk our own path and let them say what they will."
"In Azeroth, there is no race greater than us Pandaren. We walk proudly at the forefront of all races. We are the most delicious food in Azeroth. We are proudly eaten by the Orcs. So great, so Consecration, why should we let others judge us? We live a valuable and fulfilling life."
Velen's speech was a great success, and his exaggerated body language won rounds of applause, with many Pandaren moved to tears.
When the speech ended, the Pandaren gave it a warm round of applause, and Lüdi stared at Velen with curiosity.
You look a little different today.
Velen shrugged. "That's my normal level."
After concluding his speech for the day, Velen entered a spacious hall.
The tea exuded a delicate fragrance, and a dozen or so Pandaren sages gathered together, sipping their tea while engaging in a heated debate.
It is said that progress can only be made through the clash of ideas, Velen found his place, his furry ears twitching as he listened to their debate.
The topic of discussion was the status of the Pandaren among the various races of Pandaria, with one side arguing that the Pandaren's status was second only to the noble Orcs, and even above humans.
The other side argues that Pandaren should be treated as equals to Orcs. Although they are food for the Orcs, this is merely a difference in roles, and there is no distinction of superiority or inferiority.
Velen stroked his fur, listening to the heated debate between the two sides. He hadn't expected the Pandaren to think so highly of themselves.
"Weite, what is your opinion on the status of the Pandaren?" an elderly Pandaren asked.
Velen calmly replied, "I believe status depends on a race's history and contributions to Azeroth. The Pandaren have a long history; long before the Sundering, Pandaren had already established a great civilization. In contrast, before the Dark Portal opened, the Orcs were merely a barbaric Clans, not yet civilized. In my opinion, the Pandaren's status is higher than that of the Orcs."
The Pandaren elder was moved, and beamed with joy, saying, "Excellent, a fresh perspective. Of course, we mustn't be blindly confident; we must recognize the gap between us and the Orcs. The Pandaren's glorious achievements will surely impress all the races of Azeroth."
A new round of discussion ensued regarding Velen's new perspective. Velen found it amusing, almost bursting out laughing. Didn't these Pandaren know they were merely food to be fed?
"How do I spread the Holy Light to the Pandaren?" Velen was still racking his brains.
Suddenly, Velen realized that the Pandaren were nothing more than lowly livestock, with no voice whatsoever, and their beliefs depended solely on their masters.
The owner of the Pandaren in the Vale of Eternal Blossoms is Taran Zhu; it would be even better if we could find Jaina.
Only by persuading either Taran Zhu or Jaina can the Holy Light be spread among the Pandaren.
With this in mind, Velen's thoughts wandered, his eyes darting around as he considered a solution.
After the debate, a two-meter-tall wise man was honorably chosen to be Garrosh's dinner, and he bid farewell to everyone with an excited expression.
Everyone present stood up, beaming with joy, to congratulate the couple.
Velen touched his nose, watching the two lucky people leave, and an absurd idea popped into his head.
"If I could become food, perhaps I'd have a chance to meet Taran Zhu and Jaina."
After dinner, another heated debate ensued, and the two missing seats were filled by newcomers.
The topic of discussion is the traitors among the Pandaren, the Sha- Sha Shado-Pan Monastery led by Lorewalker Cho, and the Pandaren tribes scattered throughout the land.
Of course, everyone present spared no effort in criticizing the traitor, and one old man was so angry that his beard bristled.
"There must be zero tolerance for traitors. I suggest establishing a Law Enforcement Force."