After they were seated, A'dal's clones flashed with light, and a group of Draenei and Orcs beauties filed in.
Perhaps worried that the people present might have unusual tastes, several Arakkoa and Tiger Person women were mixed in, their faces full of allure.
Interestingly, everyone shared the same taste: ignoring the gentle and sexy Draenei women, they all made sure the Orcs women sat next to them.
Velen was surrounded by women on either side, thoroughly enjoying himself.
Velen, who was monitoring the crystal, gave an awkward laugh, "You all know."
A'dal spoke first, "Rakeesh, son of the Prophet Velen, a great general of the Burning Legion, is a young hero with a bright future."
Rakeesh laughed heartily, "A'dal, Star of the Holy Light, seeing is believing. I knew you were so well-connected, so popular within the Army of the Light, and so well-connected within the Burning Legion. I admire you greatly."
A'dal humbly replied, "Not at all. The Velen father and son look after each other, and the Holy Light and Fel work together from the inside out. I have long admired them."
Velen shook his head. "A'dal, you're joking. The Draenei are displaced, but I've endured hardship, serving the Holy Light and the Burning Legion. I have a clear conscience."
Thrall couldn't get a word in edgewise and just chuckled listlessly.
After exchanging compliments for a while, they began to get down to business.
A'dal shone brightly, uttering a gentle voice:
"The Army of the Light is here to enlighten all beings, for the sake of light and Order in the universe. Azeroth and Outland are in chaos, and all beings are suffering and in need of salvation. Why not entrust them to the Army of the Light?"
Rakeesh grinned wickedly. "If it weren't for Father's intervention in facilitating these negotiations, I wouldn't have wanted to participate. The Army of the Light only has a handful of Naaru in Outland; how could they possibly fight us?"
A'dal made a rustling sound, "Holy Light is boundless; all things in the universe can be transformed into Holy Light, and Holy Light resides in the hearts of all beings."
Rakeesh slammed his fist on the table, but the sturdy table didn't budge an inch.
"Outrageous! Azeroth, Outland, we, the Burning Legion, want them all!"
A'dal's eyes flashed suddenly. "How about we use the Outland as our Battlefield and have a real showdown?"
Faced with this tense situation, Velen took the initiative to step in and smooth things over.
"Everyone, please calm down. We're all in this for the benefit of others, so why ruin our harmony? The Army of the Light's focus isn't Outland, and the Burning Legion won't be sending a large army. Right now, Illidan is acting arrogantly in Outland. If we want to defeat Illidan, we'll need the support of the locals."
Having seized the opportunity, Thrall raised his head and chuckled coldly:
"I am the great Savior Thrall. I have no interest in your quarrels, but I do know that the Orcs are the strongest race in the universe."
Rakeesh was furious and opened his large, fan-like hand to grab at Thrall.
Thrall was shocked. When he arrived, Velen had repeatedly assured him that there would be no conflict, and he also had Mannoroth's influence, which was why he dared to speak so arrogantly.
Thrall suddenly knelt on the ground and slapped himself hard across the face.
"I was wrong, I deserve to die."
Rakeesh then withdrew his hand, beaming with pride.
A'dal has seen it all. Thrall is flexible and doesn't care about dignity or face. This man has a limitless future.
In contrast, Rakeesh was aggressive and acted recklessly, while Velen stood by and did nothing, showing a lack of upbringing.
A'dal once again held Thrall in higher regard:
"Our Army of the Light values Orcs highly. In the Azeroth, only the Orcs are qualified to save the world, and the Army of the Light is willing to provide support."
Rakeesh retorted, "The Burning Legion is well-equipped and can arm a million Orcs."
Velen chuckled and said, "Illidan's defeat was inevitable. I am unworthy, but I am willing to stand up for Azeroth. My suggestion is that Outland belong to the Burning Legion, and the Army of the Light spread the Holy Light throughout Azeroth. However, we must support the Orcs in annihilating all races of Azeroth, including the Draenei."
A'dal said in a low voice, "Velen, you're setting a trap for me. Everyone knows that Azeroth is the territory of Elune, the Elune, and she has long coveted the World Soul. We spread the Holy Light with extreme caution, afraid of disturbing Elune. The Army of the Light supports the Orcs in unifying Azeroth, after all, Elune is a female Orcs, but the matter of spreading the Holy Light is still under discussion."
"So what's your opinion?" Velen asked, sitting up straight.
A'dal's voice softened. "My suggestion is to Outland in two, with the Holy Light and the Burning Legion jointly managing it. The same applies to Azeroth; we, the Army of the Light, cannot bear Elune's wrath alone."
Velen remained silent after hearing this, while Rakeesh grinned, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth:
"The battle hasn't even started, and you're already dividing up the spoils? Let's settle this on the Battlefield. Whoever kills Illidan will be in charge."
Thrall got up and said ingratiatingly, "This is a good idea, I support it."
A'dal remained silent for a long while, then gently suggested, "Besides killing Illidan, we also need to see who can kill more Black Temple soldiers. Rakeesh, the Black Temple has many Burning Legion soldiers. Aren't you afraid of causing internal strife?"
Rakeesh shook his head, a twisted smile on his face. "They've already been abandoned by Kil'jaeden; they should have been wiped out long ago."
Velen nodded. "Alright, let's establish a detailed military merit system. The side that makes the most contributions to the Black Temple will have the most say."
The powerful figures secretly conspired and divided Azeroth and Outland among themselves.
Witnessing all this from the monitoring crystal, Anachronos grabbed Velen by the collar:
"The evidence is conclusive, and you still say you didn't betray Azeroth?"
Velen said, feeling wronged, "Listen to me, everything I've done is for Azeroth. Only when the Army of the Light and the Burning Legion are at peace can Azeroth be safe."
"Do you think we're fools?" Khadgar stared into Velen's eyes.
"On the contrary, Azeroth has a chance to survive only when the Army of the Light and the Burning Legion are at odds. If they cooperate, Azeroth will be left with only Orcs. Is that what you want to see?"
The two heads Imperator Mar'gok exchanged a glance. "What can we do?"
Everyone fell silent; there was nothing they could do.
After the meeting, Thrall returned to his room, increasingly angry, and growled under his breath:
"That damned Rakeesh dares to look down on me! I'll tear him to pieces one day!"
"What's wrong? Did that Demons upset you?" The Moon Goddess God's Emissary behind Thrall.
Thrall nodded, then knelt on the ground and pleaded, "Emissary, help me get revenge and teach that damned Eredar a lesson!"
The Emissary's lips curled slightly, and suddenly he slapped Thrall across the face, Thrall flying through the air, half of his face a bloody mess.
"Who do you think you are, a lowly Orcs can be replaced at any time? Rakeesh is a general we've trained for our Legion. Compared to him, you're nothing but a useless piece of trash. Get to Rakeesh's room right now, kneel down and lick his toes, or I'll make you wish you were dead!"
Thrall was terrified and realized that he had been too arrogant.
The Savior of Azeroth is nothing before Rakeesh, the Legion's general.
Thrall dared not delay and hurriedly rushed to Rakeesh's room, his mind filled with countless kind words.
Pushing open the door, Rakeesh's room was a complete mess.
The Burning Legion general lay amidst the shattered Khorium, his flesh mangled and barely alive.
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