"This woman has not been bewitched by magic."
Vandel was secretly puzzled.
There are precedents of the Peace Dove luring people to Orgrimmar without magic, but those were all naive little girls.
Vandel's judgment of character is excellent. The female Draenei named Lisa is intelligent, confident, and extremely self-centered, with a stubborn and obstinate personality. How could she be swayed by the Peace Dove?
Vandel hesitated whether to tell Akama the truth. A strong scent of cologne wafted over, and Vandel turned around, startled.
Akama the Broken was originally ugly.
Using some unknown magic, he was transformed back into a tall and imposing Draenei, wearing a suit of crystal armor and with his beard neatly trimmed.
"I am Archbishop Akama of the Draenei." After his appearance was restored, Akama became confident, his voice deep and powerful.
Lisa looked puzzled and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I've lived with my grandmother in the mountains since I was little, so..."
Akama gave an "I see" look.
The Prophet Velen drove out many Draenei who had grievances against him; most were eaten by the Orcs, while a few escaped to the deep mountains and lived a secluded life thereafter.
Lisa is likely a descendant of these Draenei, and has never witnessed the brutality of the Orcs firsthand.
Akama sat down next to Lisa and said kindly:
"It's wonderful to see my people in Azeroth. This ship is sailing to Orgrimmar, and everyone on board dreams of seeing Thrall."
Lisa clasped her hands together. "I want to see Thrall too."
Akama encouraged her to continue with his gaze, and Lisa slowly said:
"I am a scholar dedicated to studying the relationship between Orcs and Draenei. I believe that Orcs are inherently gentle and kind; they were only led astray by the Burning Legion. The Battle of Mount Hyjal, where the Orcs bravely fought against the Burning Legion, and the great Savior Thrall burning his life force to defeat Sargeras, is the best example."
Akama and Vandel looked at each other intently.
The saying "Thrall lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth" has long been ingrained in Sargeras's minds, and no one dares to deny it.
Akama said tactfully, "There are many mysteries surrounding the Battle of Mount Hyjal. For example, we all know that Sargeras was a Dark Titan, larger than the Azeroth Planet."
Lisa said seriously, "As far as I know, at least eighteen Orcs defeated Sargeras."
When did Sargeras become so vulnerable?
Vandel had personally slain countless Demons, so he knew all too well how terrifying Sargeras was, yet the Orcs casually boasted about him; how could he accept that?
"Lisa, I know you're very smart," Vandel said, trying to be as polite as possible.
"Orcs aside the Battle of Mount Hyjal, let's just talk about how the Orcs slaughtered the Draenei, an unforgivable crime. What are your thoughts on that?"
Lisa stubbornly declared, "That's why I'm going to Orgrimmar to investigate and understand the Orcs myself. Ideally, I'd like to meet Thrall and report to the world fairly and objectively what kind of race the Orcs really are."
Akama knew it was almost impossible to persuade the stubborn Lisa, so he asked, "Lisa, do you believe in the Holy Light?"
Lisa said devoutly, "The Holy Light protects us Draenei, of course I believe it."
"Why don't we follow the guidance of the Holy Light? Let the Holy Light tell us who Thrall is!" Akama suggested.
Lisa didn't suspect anything and nodded, saying, "If we could receive guidance from the Holy Light, that would be perfect."
Akama learned many tricks during his time as archbishop, such as using magic to fake Holy Light and create false oracles.
Akama closed his eyes, clasped his hands tightly, and prayed devoutly:
"O all-knowing Holy Light, please tell me, did Thrall truly defeat Sargeras? What kind of person was he?"
A dazzling Holy Light descended from the sky, and Naaru's peaceful and Tranquility voice echoed in my ears.
"Draenei, why do you doubt the great Savior Thrall? He defeated Sargeras many times, banished the Void Lords, and saved Azeroth countless times. Do not doubt him; the benevolent and kind Thrall is a model for all beings in Azeroth. He Consecration everything to Azeroth."
Akama was stunned; this was the true descent of Holy Light.
Vandel kept his distance; the Holy Light made him feel uncomfortable.
After the prophecy of the Holy Light ended, Vandel muttered to himself, "Hasn't the Holy Light already abandoned you?"
"How should I know?" Akama was a little confused.
Lisa opened her eyes, her gaze Steadfast: "The Holy Light is unmistakable; this only Steadfast my resolve to see Thrall."
Vandel and Akama returned to the captain's cabin dejectedly.
"There's only one way left," Vandel said fiercely. "Lisa looks frail and weak, and her strength isn't much. I'll secretly knock her out tonight."
Akama protested, "How could you do this?"
"Are you really going to just stand by and watch her get eaten by the Orcs?" Vandel shouted, standing up.
The guidance of the Holy Light is the final word, and Akama has no other choice.
"Let me think about it some more. If there's really no other way, then this is the only option."
The King of Orgrimmar docked in Theramore for supplies, Jaina's Adjutant, Yodel, boarded the ship and found the Goblin captain.
"All passengers are hereby ordered to abstain from food, effective today."
"Why is eating prohibited?" a passenger protested.
"Yes, we must conserve our strength to meet the great Savior Thrall," said a woman dressed as Orcs.
"The great Savior will not let us go hungry," said a handsome young man.
Yodel laughed loudly, "You think you can see Thrall? Let me tell you the truth, you're just food for the Orcs. Fasting is to empty your bodies of waste."
"What? You're lying?"
"Merciful Thrall would never treat us like this."
"Let's disembark, we want to go home."
The Goblin captain stood atop the crates. "Gentlemen, as you all know, being eaten by Orcs is an honor. You are lucky; you will soon be sent to the meat sauce restaurant in the Drag to be made into meat sauce and eaten by the Orcs. You are all great heroes who saved Azeroth, and I am proud of you."
As soon as she finished speaking, a chorus of cries erupted.
A group of women who harbored fantasies about Thrall defended Thrall:
"We've been tricked! Someone is sabotaging us in secret, trying to damage the Savior's reputation. I'll risk my life to see the great Savior, Thrall."
Yodel scoffed coldly, "Naive. No wonder you got eaten by the Orcs. If you want to see Thrall, you'll only be at the dinner table. He'll devour you piece by piece, listening to your agonizing screams. Useless trash."
Vandel and Akama both looked at Lisa simultaneously, but strangely, Lisa's expression remained unchanged, as if she had been prepared for this.
The King of Orgrimmar set sail from Theramore, and the originally honored guests were driven to the bottom of the ship, left to unkempt and weeping.
"The Peace Dove this time are of very poor quality; they usually just happily get eaten by the Orcs," the Goblin captain commented.
The King of Orgrimmar docked smoothly at the Orgrimmar docks, where Vandel and Akama were astonished to find that Lisa had mysteriously disappeared.
Vandel lowered his voice and said, "I believe Lisa has some kind of mission, and she's not just going to her death for no reason. You can rest assured, Akama."