Akama is very annoyed lately.
Akama's plan failed because he couldn't obtain the Fountain of Living Water, and there was no need for him to stay in Hellfire Citadel.
Kargath was very polite and personally came out to see them off, and the two took a photo together.
Akama was disgusted by the camera invented by the Gnome, always feeling that it was a mind-stealing device and not a good thing.
Feeling awkward about refusing Kargath's offer, the two stood side by side, grinning foolishly.
With a click, Akama sensed a faint magical fluctuation, but didn't pay it any mind.
Despite living for over 20,000 years, Akama knew nothing about the principles of cameras, believing them to be complex magical creations.
After leaving Hellfire Citadel, Akama returned to the Shattrath City Lower City, where the Blood Elves ' Holy Light Celebration was about to begin.
In order to win over Lord Illidan, Akama had long ago decided to make a big splash at the celebration.
Akama's plan is to awaken a group of Magnaron buried deep within Shattrath City.
Magnaron is the ancestor of the Gronn, a massive creature combining rock and flesh.
Centuries ago, the Draenei arrived on Draenor, intending to build a city.
Unexpectedly, a group of Magnaron lived here. Velen cruelly exterminated the Magnaron and turned their corpses into materials for building Shattrath City.
Countless Magnaron skeletons lie buried beneath the city, their souls lingering in the depths of the earth, ready for vengeance at any moment.
As it happened, Archbishop Akama was in charge of handling the matter, and Akama sealed Magnaron's soul with Holy Light.
Later, Shattrath City was burned down by the orcs, and then Naru A'dal rebuilt it. No one knows the secrets buried deep underground.
In a corner of the Lower City, Akama crawled into the sewers.
The sewers were narrow and cramped, filled with filthy garbage, and rats, Corruption magic, scurried about in the darkness.
Despite the gleaming and pristine appearance of Shattrath City, with its magnificent Naaru- style buildings, its sewer system is poorly constructed and frequently clogged.
Akama sensed the direction of the water flow, painstakingly cleared away the obstacles, and arrived at a corner of the sewer.
There is a hidden door here, leading to Magnaron's burial ground.
Akama whispered a specific incantation, and the hidden door slowly opened, revealing a narrow, dark Passageway.
Seeing that no one was around, Akama ducked into the Passageway, and had only taken a few steps.
Suddenly, a figure flashed behind him, and Akama was startled. He turned around and saw a tall figure blocking the doorway.
"It's you!" Akama frowned, wondering why he was here.
The newcomer was Khadgar, who had transformed into the Draenei "Atani," and he looked at Akama with a smile.
"What will happen if I seal this place off?" Khadgar threatened.
Akama frowned; he already knew the other party came from the future. Although few people knew the secrets of Shattrath City, it was hard to guarantee that the future wouldn't find out.
"Atani, what do you want?" Akama could only negotiate with the other party.
"Give up the struggle and stay here obediently." Khadgar shrugged. "The Holy Light Celebration must not be disrupted."
"You've sided with A'dal," Akama asked sarcastically.
"It's not so much a surrender as mutual exploitation," Khadgar chuckled. "A'dal promised to help me find the Titans Relics."
"So the Titans Relic was your target." Akama relaxed and said easily, "I know of a Titans Relic buried in Auchindoun."
Auchindoun is a sacred temple where the Draenei dead are buried. The fact that the near-immortal Draenei built a tomb for their dead is itself a problem.
Khadgar raised his head. "The Titans Relics of Auchindoun are certainly related to death, and I have no interest in them."
Negotiations failed, and Akama, realizing he was outmatched, pleaded, "What will it take for you to let me go?"
Khadgar, beaming with pride, asked, "You and Kargath are good friends, aren't you?"
Akama nodded helplessly. "I guess so."
"A'dal needs you to bring something to deal with the Pit Lord Magtheridon," Khadgar finally revealed the truth.
The Holy Light Celebration took place as scheduled. Akama smiled wryly and blended into the Lower City delegation, with Khadgar following behind, watching his every move.
The light of Naaru Adar illuminated the entire city, and Countess Liadrin, representing the blood elves, offered up Kael'thas's head.
The few present understood that it was just an ordinary Blood Elf head, and Prince Kael'thas was still alive and well.
But this didn't stop Shattrath from celebrating their victory; after all, ordinary people are easily deceived.
Kael'thas's head slowly rose, golden light descended from the sky, and the gentle voice of Naaru A'dal rang out:
"Blood Elves, you have pledged your allegiance to the great Savior Thrall, eradicated the Evil Kael'thas, ushered in a new chapter in history, and created your own glory. The Holy Light will embrace you; from this day forward, the Holy Light will be with you. Now, please welcome the great Savior Thrall to speak."
Dressed impeccably Thrall strode onto the podium, passing the Blood Elf honor guard, where the young Blood Elf Paladins knelt reverently on the ground.
Thrall casually grabbed a young Blood Elf Paladin, bit off his neck, and chewed on it, blood gushing out.
"As you can see," Thrall displayed the young Paladin's pale head to everyone, "From this day forward, Blood Elves, like Pandaren Tauren, will become food for the Orcs. What a great honor! Blood Elves, tell me, are you happy? Are you willing to be food for the Orcs?"
The Blood Elves shouted in unison, "We are willing!"
Thrall laughed heartily, "Very good, I am very satisfied. In order to save Azeroth, the various races of the Horde have different roles. We Orcs are responsible for fighting bravely against the enemy. As for the Blood Elves, you are just a bunch of incompetent wastes, a pile of filthy garbage. I am pleased to see that you have found your place. For the sake of Azeroth, the Orcs will definitely devour the Blood Elves."
"For Azeroth, thank the great Savior for devouring us!" the Blood Elves chanted.
Liadrin sighed inwardly, her face pale. The surviving Blood Elves of Silvermoon City were terrified and had long since lost their minds, becoming mere walking corpses.
Naaru A'dal's gentle voice rang out again. "I am gratified that the Blood Elves have made the choice to save Azeroth. I want to say that eating and being eaten are both honorable, without distinction of high or low status. I am proud of you. I declare that from this day forward, the Blood Elves have risen, and you have won a new life."
The Blood Elf Paladin below was so excited that tears streamed down his face, his joy overflowing.
Suddenly, the Shattrath City shook violently, as if an earthquake had struck.
A voice resounded throughout the city.
"Is this your goal? You fought bravely and sacrificed yourself just to become food for the Orcs, and you're proud and honored for it? Lor'themar, come out, I know you're here."
"Prince Kael'thas!" Liadrin gritted her teeth and hastily drew her sword.
Lor'themar replied lazily, "Prince Kael'thas, don't you know this is a trap for you? You're right, lowly Blood Elves are nothing but food for the Orcs, and I'd be happy to watch them be devoured by Orcs."