Gorkan Bloodfist's eyes darted around, a hint of mockery appearing on his fierce face.
"Traitor, I almost fell for your trap! There must be a trap hidden in Auchenai Crypts. You wanted to assassinate me and take my place, ruining the rise of the Mag'har Orcs. What wishful thinking!"
Durotan asked in near despair, "Don't you have any doubts about the history of the Warsong Clan?"
"How could I possibly doubt the great Gormash Grommash Hellscream? As long as you're Orcs, you shouldn't have any doubts," Gerkan said firmly.
"Alright, it seems I have no choice but to present the evidence to you."
Durotan waved his hand, and the Imperator Mar'gok, who had been invisible with magic, appeared, his strong hands grabbing Gerkan's shoulders.
"There was definitely a conspiracy, you damned traitors!"
Mar'gok's arms were extremely strong. Just as Gorkan Bloodfist was about to call for his subordinates, he found himself unable to move and immediately put on a fawning expression:
"Actually, I've long had doubts about the history of the Warsong Clan. My father, a scholar, pointed out many suspicious points, but unfortunately, there was no evidence, and the clansmen didn't believe him. I can't go against the wishes of the people. If there were evidence, I promise I will stop the Mag'har Orcs from going to their deaths."
Durotan said warily, "I'll take you to Auchenai Crypts to get the evidence. Remember your promise, don't let this tragedy repeat itself."
"Definitely, definitely," Gerkan replied honestly.
Auchenai Crypts is a dangerous place; many adventurers have ventured deep into it, only to never return.
Even the mysterious Consortium dared not venture deep into the Auchenai Crypts.
Durotan and Mar'gok were equally unsure about entering Auchenai Crypts, but fortunately, they had Prophet Velen in their party.
With a mournful face, Velen asked, "Are you really going to enter the Auchenai Crypts?"
Durotan said resolutely, "For the sake of the Mag'har Orcs, I must do this."
Mar'gok stared at Velen with both heads at the same time:
"I just want to know the truth. You can rest assured that even if it really was Plague released by the Draenei, I will not seek revenge against you. Let bygones be bygones."
"I'm truly innocent," Velen said, feeling wronged. "Since you won't believe me, I'll take you to the Auchenai Crypts."
Velen led the way, with Mar'gok and Durotan holding Gorkan Bloodfist by his side. The four of them arrived at the entrance to Auchenai Crypts.
Anachronos was outside to provide backup, mainly to prevent Velen from causing trouble and capturing the others in one fell swoop.
Durotan looked around, the wails of countless souls echoing in his ears, and frowned, saying:
"Velen, I heard that Auchindoun was moved from a spaceship?"
Auchenai Crypts is part of Auchindoun's history predates the Draenei's arrival on Draenor.
Velen nodded. "Thousands of years ago, we encountered a civilization in the universe. Auchindoun was their creation, and it later became the resting place for the souls of the Draenei."
Mar'gok said in a deep voice, "The Draenei are nearly immortal; even if some die in battle, there's no need for such a large tomb to house them."
Velen surveyed the entrance to the Auchenai Crypts and whispered, "These dead cannot see the light of day."
Durotan immediately realized something and questioned, "They died from the Plague, didn't they?"
Mar'gok understood. "The corpses infected with the Plague are the best weapon; that is the true purpose of Auchindoun."
"I know you won't believe me no matter what I say, please come with me."
Velen did not enter through the door, but went to a corner of the Auchenai Crypts, muttering incantations.
A phantom door appeared, and Velen found Mar'gok and Durotan staring intently at him. He said helplessly:
"Remember, you must keep your body enveloped in Holy Light at all times, or you will surely die a violent death."
"He must have died of the Plague," Mar'gok sneered. "Velen, if we hadn't been watching your every move, you wouldn't have warned us!"
"We're inseparable teammates, you have to trust me." Velen smiled awkwardly, his body enveloped in golden Holy Light, and he was the first to enter the hidden door.
This is a spatial Portal that leads directly to the depths of Auchenai Crypts.
Mar'gok and Durotan looked around curiously at the cubic space with exquisite murals carved on the walls.
The murals depict an ancient world where magical civilization was highly developed, and countless magical islands like Dalaran floated in the air.
The creatures in this world resemble tadpoles, with a huge head, only one eye, a small mouth, and they use magic to float in the air.
"They were the Tatobo people, a friendly race I fondly remember." Velen shrugged regretfully. "The Tatobo people wouldn't have gone extinct if we hadn't entered their world."
"What exactly happened?" Mar'gok felt he was getting closer and closer to the truth.
Velen remained silent for a while, then shrugged and said, "Alright, you're all smart people, so I won't beat around the bush. Ever since we Draenei escaped from Argus Planet, the Burning Legion has been chasing us relentlessly. Any world that accepts us is destined to be consumed by the Legion's wrath. We are the messengers of death in the universe. So the Army of the Light guides us into those civilizations that refuse to accept the Holy Light, using the Burning Legion's power to eliminate them."
"Later, the Burning Legion saw through the Army of the Light's scheme and stopped hunting us. Having lost their usefulness, the Army of the Light no longer cared about us. We were abandoned by the Holy Light, and our ship's food supplies were running out. Just when we were about to starve to death, the kind Tatobo people took us in and allowed us to settle on their planet."
"And then you brought disaster upon the Tatobo people?" Durotan asked with a sneer.
"No, it was we Draenei encountered a disaster." Velen shook his head and said, "After settling on this planet, the Draenei were infected with Plague, and more than half of the Draenei died of the disease. Although the Tatobo people's magical civilization is advanced, they can't understand the reason. You know, their world has long since conquered the Plague."
"After a century of research by both sides, the Tatobo people have finally figured out the cause: what infected us was not an ordinary Plague, but Plague from the Shadowlands, imbued with the Power of Death. The Army of the Light abandoned us, and a powerful figure in the Shadowlands has set his sights on us, intending to transform the Draenei into Plague messengers to help spread the Plague in the Shadowlands. The dead infected with the Plague do not decay; they can be resurrected with a simple Soul Summoning."
"You still haven't told us who brought the Plague," Mar'gok asked persistently.
Velen said sadly, "It was a Dreadlord who infiltrated the kind Tatobo people and secretly brought the Plague."
"How did you deal with the Plague later? And how did the Tatobo people become extinct?" Durotan asked.
Velen lowered his head, saying with self-reproach, "No one survived, including me. All the Draenei were killed by the Plague. After I contracted the Plague, I used Soul Summoning to resurrect my people, and then they resurrected me."
"What?" Mar'gok and Durotan simultaneously moved away from Velen, as if facing a monster.
Velen raised his head. "You need not worry. After learning of this, the Army of the Light immediately found us and bestowed upon us the Power of the Holy Light to Pain Suppression the Plague. After thousands of years of Pain Suppression, the Power of Death in the Plague has been reduced, and it will not spread under normal circumstances unless it consumes our flesh and blood."