The visitor had gray hair and a thin face. Although he was tall and robust, he had a strong scholarly air about him.
Velen sensed an unusual aura emanating from this unfamiliar guest; Holy Light and death energy were perfectly intertwined, mixed with Elemental Magic such as Arcane, Flame, and Frost.
Greymane recognized the visitor, gripped his glass tightly, and whispered, "Kel'Thuzad."
"What? He's Kel'Thuzad?" Velen's body trembled.
Kel'Thuzad turned his head and smiled, "King Greymane, how have you been? Back then, I was just an unknown Mage Apprentice in Dalaran. I was ordered by my master to meet you. I waited on the palace steps for nine days and nine nights, but I was unable to gain your favor and had to leave in despair."
Greymane chuckled dryly. "Let bygones be bygones."
Kel'Thuzad said indifferently, "I don't care. You like being waited for. Most of those who come to see you are after something, so it doesn't matter whether you see them or not. My mentor did research in the Caverns of Time and accidentally witnessed the murder of Prince Liam in the future. If you would be willing to see me, you could change the tragic ending."
"What did you say?"
Greymane suddenly stood up, his eyes almost spitting fire, so excited he could hardly contain himself, his muscles swollen, showing signs of a transformation.
Velen patted Greymane on the shoulder. "Relax, this isn't real. Kel'Thuzad is a master of manipulation."
Kel'Thuzad said solemnly:
"I never lie about academic matters. My advisor and I spent many days calculating and finally came up with a solution, but unfortunately, we were unable to meet His Majesty the King and missed our only opportunity."
Velen, not intending to dwell on the matter, asked, "Kel'Thuzad, do you want to stop the Peace Dove? It's too late. The Peace Dove are everywhere in Kingdom of Stormwind; they're like a malignant tumor, desperately absorbing the lifeblood of Kingdom of Stormwind to grow."
Kel'Thuzad placed his hands on the table. "I don't care about the Destiny of Kingdom of Stormwind; I just want to know what Jaina's plans are."
Carefully observing their expressions, Kel'Thuzad drew a conclusion without waiting for a reply:
"King Majesty knows nothing. As for this two-headed Ogre disguised as Kul Tiras, I'm disappointed. It turns out you're just a clown being used by Jaina."
"What did you say?"
Velen was furious. He had long heard that Kel'Thuzad had defeated the Astromancer Medivh. If it were before, Velen would have turned and left without hesitation.
Times have changed. Velen first received the blessing of the Army of the Light in Argus, and then the souls of the two Velens merged together, ascending to the Divine Beginning, greatly increasing his power. How could he possibly fear Kel'Thuzad?
Velen thrust his right hand forward with a fierce swift motion, and Holy Light formed a golden serpent, each scale lifelike, which opened its jaws to pounce on Kel'Thuzad.
Kel'Thuzad remained calm and used his Holy Light to transform into a serpent, striking Velen's serpent first and swallowing it whole.
Velen's face turned pale, and golden light flashed continuously, as if creating countless copies of himself, crowding towards his opponent.
Kel'Thuzad condensed Holy Light into a vortex, swallowing all the figures that rushed towards him. Looking at where Velen had been sitting, he was gone.
This is where Velen's cleverness lies: after an initial probe revealed he was no match, he immediately used a secret technique to escape, without any hesitation.
Kel'Thuzad nodded admiringly, not chasing after Velen, but looking at Greymane.
Greymane gave an awkward laugh, "I'm willing to help deal with the Peace Dove."
In Booty Bay, Jaina lay on the warm sand, enjoying a massage from the Deep Sea Giant while listening to her subordinates' reports.
"That idiot Velen, he really disappointed me."
Upon learning that King Greymane had fallen into Kel'Thuzad's hands, Jaina flew into a rage and began to curse.
"Can any of you tell me what harm Unholy Holy Light can cause?" Jaina asked, clearly annoyed.
Dozens of subordinates stood respectfully to one side, most of them human, with a few Dwarf and Gnomes, all with their heads bowed in silence, not daring to breathe.
Jaina holds the power of life and death over the members of the Peace Dove, like a mother spider weaving a web, possessing absolute control and dominating everything.
However, this approach also has a drawback: her subordinates are all puppets, and Jaina has to make all the major decisions herself, leaving her without anyone to advise her in crucial moments.
Take this Unholy Holy Light, for example. Jaina herself couldn't figure it out, and no one from the Peace Dove could help her either.
Jaina felt very annoyed:
"I've prepared for so long, how could I give up now? Order all branches of the Peace Dove to begin their operation at dawn tomorrow. I will make Kingdom of Stormwind bloom everywhere."
Under the cover of Dark Veil, Stormwind City, nestled between mountains and the sea, resembled a lurking beast; apart from the occasional patrolling guards, the streets were deserted.
In the stillness of the night, in the basement of the Old Town, the undead, Maiven Anlov, summoned the Peace Dove cadres in charge of the various districts.
"We have all come this far for a great ideal. In Azeroth, the noble Orcs have saved the world time and time again; humans are merely food for the Orcs. Tonight at dawn, we will ignite Stormwind City with the Holy Light. A new era has begun. Let us be the first warriors to march towards the light, for Azeroth."
For Azeroth.
The cadres all wore expressions of resignation, ready to sacrifice their lives for their ideals.
As Midnight approached, clandestine activities were taking place simultaneously in Stormwind City's Trade District, Old Town, Dwarf District, Mage Quarter, and Cathedral Square. Peace Song's leaders, accompanied by their trusted followers, arrived at a designated location and used precious Magic Gems to construct a complex Magic Circle. Everyone nervously watched their pocket watches, awaiting the appointed time.
As the bells of the Cathedral of Light rang, the Peace Dove cadres stationed throughout the city simultaneously ordered the activation of the Magic Circle.
The Magic Circle emitted a golden beam of light, about the thickness of a bowl, which, after refraction, became parallel to the ground and intertwined into a huge net of Holy Light above Stormwind City.
Robbie and Vanessa stood atop the Cathedral of Light, looking down upon the masterpiece of the Peace Dove.
"That magic was quite ingenious. If we hadn't been prepared, we would have been in serious trouble," Robbie said, still shaken.
The crisscrossing pillars of light formed dozens of symbols, with Holy Light flowing around them. The symbols rotated slowly like ripples on water, and a few members of the Peace Dove were bewildered, their eyes glazed over, and they knelt on the ground in devotion.
This shocking scene caught the attention of the guards, who rushed to the Magic Circles in various districts. The members of the Peace Dove, under Jaina's orders, were not allowed to leave and were all arrested.
Many people were disturbed and took to the streets, discussing the Holy Light symbol overhead.
The Court Mages of the Mage Quarter and Stormwind Keep were all mobilized to dismantle the Magic Circle in each district. They worked for half the night, and everything was settled before dawn.
Maiven Anlow fled to Booty Bay overnight to report to Jaina.
After hearing this, Jaina stared blankly at the sky and said coldly:
"It's such a pity that the people have lost their only chance for Redemption. I really don't want to send the Lightforging Orcs to destroy Kingdom of Stormwind."