Before the negotiations had even officially begun, Chen Stormstout and was engaging in a loud and unrestrained conversation with Imperator Mar'gok, seemingly oblivious to everyone else.
Mar'gok was much older, but the sworn brotherhood was based solely on power and influence, not age; Mar'gok was actually the younger brother.
Khadgar already knew about their relationship. He frowned slightly but wasn't annoyed, remaining silent to the side.
Chen Stormstout, said, "Mar'gok and I are brothers. The Battle of Gadgetzan was a misunderstanding. You two talk, I need to take a nap."
Before he could finish speaking, Taran Zhu stood up, displeased. "You're brothers with the Ogres, are you trying to betray the Pandaren? It's like you were used by Thrall."
Chen Stormstout has changed, and his temper has also grown increasingly volatile. He is most averse to having his shortcomings exposed, and he will fly into a rage on the spot.
"You bastard, do you want to die?"
Taran Zhu sneered, "Oh, I almost forgot, you're not qualified to be Thrall's brother. You're just his dog, useless to him, and then he'll put you on the table to eat."
"I kill you."
Chen Stormstout jumped onto the dining table and grabbed Taran Zhu.
In the past, Chen Stormstout, but now he has learned to resolve things with force and power; might makes right.
Not to be outdone, Taran Zhu grabbed Chen Stormstout 'Chen Stormstout arm and used a back throw to slam him against the wall.
After becoming the ruler of Kalimdor, Chen Stormstout indulged in pleasure, and his martial arts skills became quite rusty.
Taran Zhu was about to step forward when Khadgar stood up and erected an ice wall.
Chen Stormstout from the fall, was completely disoriented. Once he caught his breath, he roared and shouted:
"I'm going to wage war on the Vale of Eternal Blossoms, kill all the Pandaren, those despicable Pandaren deserve to die."
For a moment, he even forgot that he was also Pandaren.
Anachronos said with displeasure, "This is a negotiation, not a duel. Please be mindful of your status."
Everyone sat back down, and Chen Stormstout, sobered up. He waved his hand and said:
"Since it's a misunderstanding, I see no need for further negotiations. We will immediately withdraw our troops from Gadgetzan, and Orgrimmar and Highmaul will forever be brothers."
"I disagree," Taran Zhu immediately objected. "I think everyone knows that Highmaul is the culprit behind the tragedy of Draenor. It was the Great Pyramid they built at Oshu'gun that led to the Holy Light's arrival. Imperator Mar'gok bears an unshirkable responsibility. Who knows if he was sent by the Army of the Light to turn Azeroth into a second Draenor?"
Anachronos was greatly surprised to hear this; it was indeed something he hadn't expected.
Mar'gok's attitude was sincere. "Highmaul is indeed responsible, but we were also deceived. It was all the work of Prophet Velen, a spy sent by the Army of the Light to bewitch us. Archmage Khadgar and Durotan of Winterspring, who are present here, can testify to this."
Durotan immediately said, "That's right. As you all know, the Draenei, with the help of the Army of the Light, escaped Argus Planet. Since then, they have lived a miserable life of constant displacement and uncertainty, suffering immensely. The only beneficiary was the Prophet Velen, who gained immense power."
Khadgar's eyes darted around, and after a moment's thought, he said with certainty, "Yes, it's all the Prophet Velen's instigation."
Mar'gok was secretly pleased. Khadgar and Prophet Velen both disappeared on the Broken Shore, but ended up on Argus Planet, where they received help from the Army of the Light.
Velen benefited the most, followed by Khadgar, who carefully concealed his identity as a priest to avoid arousing suspicion.
To avoid suspicion, Khadgar could only testify against Velen.
Anachronos's face darkened. "I knew all along that Velen harbored malicious intentions and was a vicious villain. Since it's all Velen's fault, there's no need to hold Highmaul responsible."
Taran Zhu stood up again, her gaze sweeping over everyone, a slight smile playing on her lips.
"You really believe this one-sided story? Why don't you listen to how the person involved defends himself? Prophet Velen, you can come out now."
Outside the door, a golden light flashed, and the Prophet Velen strode in.
After being banished by the Red Dragonflight, Velen unexpectedly benefited from the help of a benefactor, freeing himself from his Ogre body and finally regaining his identity as Draenei.
Velen, a smile on his face, approached Khadgar, who stood before him, the Tauren still unharmed.
"This is such a delicacy, if you're not going to eat it, give it to me," Velen said to the Troll Chef beside him. "One steak, medium-rare."
A medium-rare steak was no challenge for the Troll Chef; soon, the aroma of the steak filled the air.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Velen ate a piece of steak in small bites, let out a satisfied burp, and said in a strong voice:
"I come in the name of the Holy Light, I am the spokesperson of the Holy Light, the Age of Holy Light has arrived because of me, and the Holy Light will surely shine upon all of Azeroth."
Everyone was shocked; Velen had actually admitted it himself.
Anachronos's face darkened. "You want Azeroth to become the second Draenor?"
Velen said rather rudely:
"Foolish Bronze Dragonflight, did your wisdom vanish with the loss of Nozdormu? Draenor is filled with sin, and tyranny pervades this planet. Ogres, Orcs, Gronn, Arakkoa, and Thornbeasts—whose hands aren't stained with blood? Have you forgotten the pain the Orcs inflicted on Azeroth? That's why the Holy Light descended upon Draenor to deliver its merciless judgment. I haven't forgotten how the Orcs treated us Draenei."
"But Azeroth is different. Although the Old Gods reside there, Azeroth is a peaceful planet that pursues freedom, kindness, and love. The Holy Light has a judgmental side, but also a healing side. To Evil world like Draenor, the Holy Light unleashes Thunder judgment; to a scarred planet like Azeroth, it only mercifully heals."
Immediately afterwards, the Prophet Velen, bathed in Holy Light like a golden war god, pointed at Mar'gok and Durotan and said:
"They are the remnants of Draenor, bringing violence into Azeroth. If they are not eliminated, they will spread like Plague, and then the Holy Light will descend to judge, turning Azeroth into a second Draenor. Killing them is saving Azeroth."
Velen's words were a wake-up call, even causing the muddle-headed Chen Stormstout to fall into deep thought.
Seeing the situation deteriorate rapidly, Mar'gok felt powerless and could only whisper:
"Velen, you yourself have admitted to being the spokesperson of the Holy Light, bringing destruction to Draenor. We Ogre kind and merciful, merely victims, and would never bring disaster to Azeroth."
Velen said expressionlessly, "Mar'gok, isn't it the Holy Light that protects Gadgetzan?"
Mar'gok was speechless. Anachronos, seizing the opportunity, said, "Mar'gok, you should return the Hourglass of Time Shard."
"Yes, yes, I'll return the Hourglass of Time Shard immediately." Mar'gok seemed to have grasped at the last straw.
Velen stepped forward, pressing him aggressively. "Mar'gok, can you swear you've never prayed to the Holy Light?"
Mar'gok was suddenly caught in a dilemma. As a devout believer in the Holy Light who was also involved in the construction of the Great Pyramid, he could only secretly look at Durotan.
Durotan squinted and slowly looked around:
"Velen told a very funny story, and I will prove to everyone that the Holy Light only brings destruction."