The Rift Between the Holy Light and the Burning Legion
The Emissary a somber expression.
Velen lunged at the Emissary, baring his teeth and claws, and shouted, "You're the one who severely injured my son!"
The Emissary snorted coldly, and a force sent Velen flying far away.
Velen fell to the ground, Emissary rushed over, slapping him repeatedly across the mouth until Velen's face swelled up instantly.
"You old fool who betrayed your people, how dare you accuse me? Have you lived for over 20,000 years, only to become Kobold? You call yourself Prophet, can't you see this is a trap?"
A'dal said displeasedly, "You are the messenger of Elune. Please give me some face."
The Emissary stretched out his right hand from afar, and a mysterious force grabbed A'dal's clone from a distance, exerting a strong force.
A'dal's clone developed numerous cracks, like broken building blocks, with small fragments constantly falling off.
This clone is obviously unusable.
"A'dal, Lord of Shattrath City, you are nothing before me. If you utter another word, I will kill you."
A'dal immediately fell silent.
The truth of the universe is that might makes right.
The Emissary adopted the simplest method: first, to overwhelm the opponent with absolute power, and then to reason with them.
It is extremely persuasive.
The Emissary reached out and Rakeesh up from a distance, coldly saying:
"If I wanted to hurt this piece of trash, I wouldn't need to disguise myself as a bald Orcs, wouldn't you say, Thrall?"
Thrall nodded repeatedly. "Yes, yes, the Emissary just ordered me to apologize to Lord Rakeesh."
"And you, A'dal." The Emissary frowned in displeasure.
"You place too much faith in the method of recalling light and shadow, yet you don't know how to check for traces. No matter how powerful a person is, they will leave behind a unique aura. With your meager abilities, do you dare to represent the Army of the Light in the struggle for the Outland?"
A'dal's clone continued to shed fragments, weakly saying, "The Emissary is absolutely right."
The Emissary snorted and walked into the room, picked up the green liquid on the ground and smelled it carefully, then picked up the Khorium fragments on the ground.
"This... this is impossible." The Emissary gasped.
"The incredibly pure Fel energy doesn't belong to that piece of trash Rakeesh; it could only belong to one of the Burning Legion's bigwigs. No wonder I didn't sense the killer's arrival."
Upon hearing this, A'dal hurriedly approached and was surprised to sense the pure Fel.
"I heard that the Lord of the Abyss, Mannoroth, lives in Orgrimmar." The angel asked doubtfully.
A'dal calmly replied, "That's impossible. This cooperation was facilitated by Mannoroth. Rakeesh was merely a negotiator. Mannoroth is eager to impress Lord Kil'jaeden; how could he possibly sabotage his own plans?"
The Emissary turned to the trembling Rakeesh and asked, "You are a general of the Burning Legion. Such pure Fel, does it belong to that great figure in the Legion?"
Rakeesh was still in shock and couldn't speak.
The arrogant Emissary roared, "Get your act together, or I'll kill you!"
Under the coercion of the Emissary, Rakeesh barely mustered his strength. Sensing the pure Fel, he was so frightened that he sat down on the ground with a thud.
"It's neither Lord Kil'jaeden nor Lord Mannoroth. The Burning Legion has many factions and countless powerful figures; I can't tell the difference."
The Emissary closed his eyes and took a deep breath:
"It's clear this is an internal power struggle within the Burning Legion. Someone is deliberately sabotaging Mannoroth's plans. Investigating this further would be detrimental to us, so we should let it go."
My son!
Velen was overcome with grief, but when the Emissary glared at him, his tears flowed back.
Thrall's eyes darted around, and he said with a forced smile:
"That's right. Since someone is sabotaging the cooperation, we can simply ignore it, and the conspiracy will fall apart on its own. Rakeesh has suffered greatly; I am willing to offer five hundred Orcs beauties to soothe your nerves."
A'dal breathed a sigh of relief, "Now that everyone has seen through the conspiracy, let's pretend nothing happened. General Rakeesh, you stay here to recover from your injuries. I will definitely strengthen our defenses."
Inside the cottage behind the garden, Velen from another Timeline stared at the surveillance crystal and sighed:
"Although the conspiracy was exposed, a rift had already formed. The Holy Light and the Burning Legion were already at odds, and after this incident, they became distrustful and wary of each other. The conflict gradually intensified, and they soon parted ways and continued to be enemies."
Archmage Khadgar sneered, "Thanks to this mysterious Legion expert, otherwise Azeroth would be finished."
"What do you know?" Velen glared at Khadgar. "If my plan succeeds, Azeroth will become a paradise for Orcs. Ordinary people will definitely suffer, but powerful individuals like you and me can still act arrogantly and domineeringly as Orcs, and we'll even receive rewards from Elune. Don't you want to become an immortal Emissary?"
Khadgar hesitated, lost in thought.
"I suspect it was Illidan who attacked from the shadows," Imperator Mar'gok said in a low voice. "Illidan's strength is extraordinary; it's not surprising that he possesses such refined Fel."
"It can't be Illidan."
Velen knew the situation best. "The Army of the Light sent Naruk Xil, and the Burning Legion sent Doomwalkers to monitor Illidan's movements near the Black Temple. Despite Illidan's self-proclaimed Lord of Outland, he dared not easily leave the Black Temple."
"Strange, if it's not Illidan, then who is this Legion leader who's secretly making this move?" Anachronos pondered carefully.
Inside a small hut in the Terokkar Forest, Krasus looked at the cooked Warp Stalker in front of him, pinched his nose, and ate it.
The flesh of the Warp Stalker was bitter and astringent, and without any suitable seasoning, they had no choice but to swallow it whole.
Robbie returned from outside, grabbed a piece of Warp Stalker, and ate it with relish.
Krasus, watching Robbie eat with obvious enjoyment, asked, "You're a wealthy Blood Elf, how can you eat something like this?"
Robbie smiled and said, "I'll teach you a method: no matter how awful the food is, it will become a delicious dish once it's processed with Holy Light."
"Holy Light has such wonderful uses?" Krasus shook his head helplessly, frustrated that he didn't know how to use Holy Light.
"By the way, what were you doing just now?" Krasus asked.
Robbie's eyes sparkled. "To save Azeroth."
In Shattrath City, A'dal left behind a phantom image while his real body entered the Shattrath City's basement.
The Holy Light Communication Crystal was activated, and an image of Naruk Xil appeared on the other end.
"Naruk Xil, has Illidan ever left the Black Temple?"
Before A'dal, Naruk Xil controlled his own light, making it less bright than A'dal's.
"Lord A'dal, you know I excel at tracking. I've been keeping an eye on Illidan these past few days, and he hasn't left the Black Temple even a step."
"Oh no, the worst has happened," A'dal said anxiously. "If it was Illidan who harmed Rakeesh, things would be alright. But if it was some high-ranking member of the Burning Legion, we must be careful. Mannoroth might be in trouble someday too."
Naruk Xil's eyes flickered with worry as he said:
"Lord A'dal, the Burning Legion is treacherous and cunning; we must be wary! We may temporarily set aside our millennia-old hatred, but will the Burning Legion do the same?"
"I have my own plans." A'dal had never been so calm.
In Orgrimmar, Mannoroth summoned Thrall to his side:
I heard you have an older brother named Gudan.