Velen remained unfazed, smiling faintly, "Durotan, stop struggling. I know you pray to the Holy Light, it's just to fulfill your own ambitions."
Durotan ignored Velen and said regretfully:
"I only figured it out afterward. The Draenei of Draenor World avoided it early on, and I heard they hid inside Tempest Keep, so they weren't affected by the Holy Light."
Velen hadn't expected the Draenei to be able to testify, even though it seemed completely unrelated, and argued:
"No, I can explain. The Draenei of Draenor betrayed me, all because of that traitor Yrel."
Durotan smiled mysteriously, "Is that so? Yrel, who betrayed you, was your most trusted disciple, and the Draenei of Azeroth also betrayed you, being taken to Argus Planet by your son. Isn't that too much of a coincidence? It makes one suspicious, doesn't it?"
Then, Durotan raised his voice. "Because Azeroth, like Draenor Planet, is about to enter the Age of Holy Light, the Draenei have already sought refuge there."
Everyone simultaneously looked at Velen with suspicion, scrutinizing him in an unfriendly manner.
Even Taran Zhu, who had brought in Velen for help, fell into thought and began to wonder if this was true.
Mar'gok immediately sensed the shift in the tide and, echoing Durotan's words, said, "We are all deceived by Velen, innocent victims. Entering Azeroth was a last resort, and also a way to seek justice from Velen. The calamity of Draenor has already befallen us; the Army of the Light will surely have other means to deal with Azeroth. We must be on guard."
Durotan stepped forward, pressing him aggressively. "Speak, Velen, what schemes does the Army of the Light have against Azeroth?"
Anachronos said thoughtfully, "The Bronze Dragonflight did not foresee the future arrival of the Holy Light. Of course, what we see is limited to a specific Timeline, not the whole picture. Velen, I hope you can clear up the misunderstanding. If you can bring back the Draenei from Argus Planet, we will believe you."
Velen panicked. "My son has been Corruption by the Burning Legion and has long since betrayed me. He took advantage of my absence to bewitch the Draenei; he is a traitor."
Durotan scoffed, "Father sided with the Army of the Light, son joined the Burning Legion. Whichever side wins, your whole family will be victors. What a clever scheme!"
"A lie! This is slander!" Velen retorted angrily. "You can't produce any evidence."
I have evidence.
Amado, the Draenei had remained silent until now, stood up. "I can testify that Velen has close ties with the Burning Legion and has maintained constant contact with them."
"You, traitor to the Draenei!" Velen's face was ashen. "You betrayed me, and you betrayed Your Imperator Mar'gok. Your testimony is utterly unreliable."
"I don't need to betray anyone, I am who I am." Amado said calmly, recounting a past event.
"You must have heard of the Black Temple in Outland. Everyone says that Thrall led a group of adventurers into the Black Temple and ended Illidan's rule. But have you ever doubted that Illidan's strength was far beyond what a group of weak adventurers could handle, not to mention the countless armies within the Black Temple?"
Anachronos's eyes darted around. "That's right. I've seen Illidan fight for the Night Elf race many times throughout history. He was imprisoned for ten thousand years, but in reality, he was protecting the Night Elves for ten thousand years. His strength is comparable to that of an Old Gods."
"How could a mere Old Gods be a match for Illidan?" Amado retorted, unconvinced. "The Black Temple was nothing but a conspiracy. Velen used Akama the Broken, and with Illidan's help, conquered the Black Temple, imprisoned Magtheridon, a general of the Burning Legion, and then incited greedy adventurers to attack the Black Temple, all to cover up a truth. You all surely know that only Thrall and Maiev survived the Battle of the Black Temple. Thrall realized he was being used, so he kept a low profile."
Everyone nodded in agreement, but Anachronos asked suspiciously, "Then who defeated Illidan?"
Amado chuckled, "That period of history is shrouded in mystery; even you Bronze Dragonflight cannot know the truth, but Velen certainly does."
Velen remained unfazed and argued logically, "Nonsense, how could I possibly know?"
Amado laughed heartily, "Because it was the Burning Legion that defeated Illidan. To avoid the Legion, Illidan had to feign death, handing his body over to Maiev the Watchers, while his soul hid in the Shadowlands, seeking an opportunity to resurrect."
Anachronos nodded. "If it's the Burning Legion, they certainly have the ability to defeat Illidan."
"It's a great story, but it has a flaw. What's the point of me doing this?" Velen said angrily.
Amado raised his voice. "Because you're paving the way for your son, Rakeesh, the Burning Legion's general, you want him to replace Magtheridon and become the Lord of Outland."
Velen unconsciously took a step back and scoffed, "The current ruler of Outland is A'dal the Naaru of Shattrath City. Your lie falls apart."
"That's because your plans were disrupted from outside the Timeline. You gave the Black Temple blueprints to Illidan, successfully driving out Magtheridon, but you concealed the secret of the chains. Your son led the Burning Legion to climb the chains, bypassing Illidan's army, and directly reached the highest point of the Black Temple, facing Illidan's last line of defense. I know all of this."
Velen looked incredulous. "This is impossible."
"You say it's impossible because no one except Thrall knows this secret."
Amado suddenly raised his voice, his voice like Thunder:
"Velen, look who I am."
Endless darkness surged forth, and Fel burned rampantly. "Amado" twisted his body, a pair of demonic horns sprouted from his head, and his eyes shot out sharp light.
A pair of wings stretched out from its back, sharp claws grew from its hands, and its hooves below the knees transformed into those resembling those of Demons.
"Illidan, it's you!"
Velen was so frightened that he took a step back.
Illidan grinned, revealing a set of sharp teeth:
"Velen, you deceived me so deeply. After entering Argus Planet, I infiltrated the Burning Legion and only then did I discover your Evil plans. It turns out that the Black Temple was all your doing."
"You are Illidan." Anachronos couldn't help but tremble. Now that the Bronze Dragonflight had lost Nozdormu, they were no match for Illidan.
"Illidan, the Legendary Demon Hunter." Mar'gok stared at the Legendary figure before him, a look of admiration on his face.
Chen Stormstout and couldn't help but tremble. He only felt a little better when he saw that Taran Zhu across from him was pale.
"You're Illidan?! My God!" Khadgar grabbed his hair, trying to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Durotan simply couldn't stand up. Illidan was so terrifying, the key factor in the destruction of the Kobold Empire. Wasn't his plan utterly useless?
"This guy is terrifying, I think I'm remembering something!"
Hiding behind the ceiling chandelier, the Kobold assassin Osaid gripped his poisoned dagger tightly, trying to recall the past.
"I am Illidan, Velen. Shouldn't you demand justice?"
Illidan grinned Evil, staring at Velen as if eyeing his prey.