During his exploration of the Broken Abyss of Mardum, Vandel encountered spacetime distortions more than once.
Although he couldn't figure out the origins of these cats or why they were Night Elves off the hook, Vandel's suspicions about Illidan deepened.
"I have a plan." Vandel's expression was grave.
Orgrimmar, Valley of Spirits.
The bones of Orcs piled up like mountains, and their spirits often wandered at night.
Mannoroth, the Pit Lord, stopped his almost endless eating; during his years in Orgrimmar, his body had grown considerably larger.
Mannoroth summoned Thrall, his voice like rolling Thunder.
"I've received intelligence that the Demon Hunters have entered that dangerous world; they're destined never to return."
Thrall said nervously:
"According to our intelligence, only a small number of Demon Hunters entered Mardum; the main force remains in the Black Temple."
Mannoroth glared and roared furiously:
"You don't believe me? Illidan will soon send all the Demon Hunters to Mardum; everything is planned."
Thrall immediately prostrated himself on the ground, not daring to look the Pit Lord in the eye.
Mannoroth opened his gaping maw and devoured half of the guards surrounding Thrall. The feeling of being full diminished his rage.
"Demon Hunters are extremely powerful individually, and they excel at ambushing enemy leaders. Without Demon Hunter, you're safe, Thrall."
Thrall let out a long sigh and said, "As long as I'm alive, I don't care how many Orcs die, for the sake of Azeroth."
Mannoroth grinned. "Then our plan can begin, after all, we've been preparing for this for so long."
Thrall revealed a cruel expression. "Yes, a long wait. We've been ready for a long time."
Mannoroth glanced at him. "Before we attack the Black Temple, I need to introduce someone to you."
Suddenly, a divine Power of the Holy Light flashed behind Mannoroth.
The Prophet Velen walked out with a smile.
Thrall immediately became wary, knowing that the Orcs had slaughtered countless Draenei, nearly wiping them out.
This is a mortal enemy.
Unlike the tense Thrall, Velen remained calm and composed, smiling faintly as he said:
"Great Savior Thrall, I have long heard of you, and seeing you today confirms your heroic spirit and extraordinary character."
Thrall forced a smile, "Prophet Velen."
Mannoroth pulled the two men together. "Now you must work together to defeat Illidan."
Thrall carefully observed Velen's expression. "Indeed, that Evil Illidan dares to oppose the Orcs; he deserves to die."
"I serve the Burning Legion," Velen said naturally. "A'dal and I have reached an agreement that the Lord of Outland will be a general of the Burning Legion."
"So you're a messenger," Thrall chuckled Evil. "No wonder the Draenei so easily defeated."
Tanaris, Caverns of Time.
In the desolate desert under the scorching sun, Archmage Rommath was extremely busy. In recent days, he had led the mages of Silvermoon City to build over a hundred Portals.
The Sunreavers from Dalaran were equally busy; in the Tanaris Desert, there was a Portal every so often.
These Portals are connected by magic, but the coordinates of the teleportation are unknown.
"I say, why are we toiling in the desert?" Rommath complained to his subordinates, dissatisfied.
A Blood Elf mage speculated, "The Horde is planning a major operation recently. We all know that the great Savior Thrall is fiercely opposed to evil and cannot tolerate any injustice."
"Yes, how great Thrall, the Savior! Because of Thrall, Silvermoon City can live a happy life," another Blood Elf mage said worshipfully.
Rommath glanced at him sideways. Just a few days ago, in an attempt to appease Eitrigg's wrath, his sister was devoured by a group of Orcs, leaving not even a bone behind.
To have forgotten hatred so quickly and learned to praise Thrall shows immense potential.
"A bunch of useless Imp, idiots," Rommath muttered to himself.
"The great Savior Thrall was kind and benevolent, illuminating Silvermoon City like a warm sun, caring for us like a loving father. The Orcs are the most merciful race in Azeroth."
When it comes to praising Thrall, Rommath is in no way inferior.
After resting for a while and wiping the sweat from their foreheads, the monks resumed their work.
In less than a week, more than a thousand Portals were built in the Tanaris Desert.
Curious about Thrall's intentions, Rommath secretly left behind a surveillance eye.
In Shattrath City, Velen, in another Timeline, was filled with unease.
Imperator Mar'gok stared intently into Velen's eyes:
"What's wrong? The time is almost up to verify if what you said is true. Why are you so nervous?"
Velen said with a pained expression, "You must believe me, I have absolutely no connection with the Burning Legion."
Anachronos looked on with disdain:
"Velen, after spending so many days together, we've come to know your character. Colluding with the Burning Legion is indeed something you're capable of."
"You can't believe just one side of the story," Velen said innocently.
"Is that so? Someone has already found the evidence for us." Anachronos smiled coldly. "Come with us, and we'll soon see the truth."
Velen wanted to resist, but fearing it would arouse suspicion, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow Anachronos to the Shattrath City.
In a secluded Valley, shrouded in magical mist, a magnificent manor comes into view.
Countless pavilions, towers, bridges Flowing Water.
The bricks on the ground were inlaid with a layer of refined Adamantite; the magnificent palace was actually made entirely of precious Khorium.
Anachronos, Mar'gok, and Durotan were all stunned by the palace's opulence.
Only Velen disagreed.
"This isn't your first time here, is it?" Anachronos turned to look at Velen.
Velen nodded awkwardly.
The four entered a small hut in the back garden, where Khadgar, whom they hadn't seen in a long time, appeared.
"I am now a member of the Shattrath City, and this manor belongs to A'dal." Khadgar said, dressed in the uniform of the City Guard.
Everyone then realized that, apart from A'dal, who else could use their precious Khorium like bricks?
"Today, A'dal will be hosting a distinguished guest, and I'm in charge of security here," Khadgar said reluctantly.
"There's a magical monitoring crystal inside the cabin that allows you to see the entire manor."
The five people sat around the crystal, and Velen's expression grew increasingly awkward.
Before long, a Portal opened in front of the manor, and the Prophet Velen of this Timeline appeared before everyone.
Behind Velen was Thrall, the two chatting and laughing, seemingly longtime friends.
Not long after, a green Portal opened.
A strong Eredar stepped through the Portal, his skin an unhealthy red, followed by four Legion guards.
Velen stepped forward to greet the Eredar, and they embraced each other warmly, exchanging friendly words.
"Alright, I admit it." Beside the monitoring crystal, Velen knew he couldn't hide it any longer. "This is my son, Rakeesh, the great general of the Burning Legion. I am proud of him."
As Velen and his son talked, they entered the palace. In the luxurious reception room, a petite Naaru was already waiting for them.
This Naaru is an avatar of A'dal, representing the Army of the Light.
Representatives from the Burning Legion and the Army of the Light took their seats, accompanied by Thrall and Velen, and the negotiations officially began.
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