Thunder Bluff!
Chen Stormstout and Taran Zhu, who were originally in a standoff, rolled toward Velen and the others upon their return. The two Pandaren moved in surprisingly unison, one rolling to the left and the other to the Velen.
Khadgar pulled Chen Stormstout aside and whispered a few words in his ear.
Chen Stormstout asked in surprise, "Are you telling the truth?"
Khadgar nodded. "I've verified it, and so far it seems reliable."
Chen Stormstout, rolled his eyes wildly.
Khadgar told Chen Stormstout about the conditions of Velen, a habitable planet.
The allure of a planet far outweighs the conflict between the two sides, and Chen Stormstout couldn't help but be tempted.
Anachronos then approached Taran Zhu and whispered in his ear.
Deception alone is not enough to ensure Velen's safety; bribery is the better option, as this was agreed upon long ago.
Taran Zhu's expression changed slightly, and her brows furrowed.
Pandaria is too small and threatened by the Mantid, making it unsuitable for the Pandaren to grow and expand.
Wouldn't it be wonderful if there were a planet inhabited only by the Pandaren, an intelligent race?
Chen Stormstout, beaming with enthusiasm, said, "Prophet Velen, we've had many misunderstandings before. We all trust your character; you are morally upright, kind, and benevolent, and would never collude with the Evil Burning Legion."
Velen smiled in return, "Since it's a misunderstanding, it's good that it can be cleared up. The important thing is that everyone gets along well and contributes to the development of Azeroth."
Taran Zhu gave Chen Stormstout a look, and Chen Stormstout immediately understood, feigning a worried expression:
"Velen, you are the greatest Prophet of Azeroth. Azeroth would be destroyed without you. Illidan Stormrage misunderstands you and is determined to eliminate you. For your safety, I suggest you stay at the Temple of the White Tiger for a while. Once we have eliminated Illidan, you will be free."
Velen's expression changed, and he hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "I don't want to bother you any further. I will handle Illidan's matter myself."
Taran Zhu blocked the entrance, preventing Velen from entering. "Prophet Velen, the Temple of the White Tiger is heavily guarded. In all these years, only one person has successfully escaped. Even if Illidan were incredibly skilled, he couldn't get in. Rest assured, we Pandaren are hospitable. You are not a prisoner, and you will certainly be treated with the highest level of hospitality. Pandaren delicacies are plentiful; please feel free to make any requests."
Anachronos pondered that if the Prophet Velen left, the promised planetary coordinates might become invalid.
It would be better to send him to the Temple of the White Tiger and then use some methods to interrogate him.
Then Anachronos smiled hypocritically, "Prophet Velen, I think you shouldn't refuse the Temple of the White Tiger's sincere invitation. Everyone here is a prominent figure in Azeroth, and they will not go back on their word. You can stay at the Temple of the White Tiger with peace of mind. Illidan has acted perversely and committed countless evil deeds; he won't have many days left to live."
Velen knew perfectly well that if he were to actually enter the Temple of the White Tiger, it would be tantamount to house arrest, leaving him at the mercy of others. He tried to find loopholes in the defenses while simultaneously making excuses.
Khadgar raised his staff and announced loudly, "Teleportation is prohibited in Thunder Bluff."
Velen's face darkened as he realized that the spatial magic of Thunder Bluff had been imprisoned.
Imperator Mar'gok also stepped forward to persuade him, "Velen, what are you worried about? We're old friends, how could we possibly mistreat you?"
"Who are you old friends?" Velen had no words to express his grievances.
Durotan pulled out two Battle Axes and gently stroked their blades. Velen understood completely; there was no room for negotiation.
The Prophet Velen, being so shrewd, knew that a forced escape was impossible, and laughed heartily, saying:
"I cannot refuse your kind invitation, so I will stay at Temple of the White Tiger for a while. Please rest assured, I, Velen, will never break my promise. You all know my character."
Everyone was in high spirits, surrounding Velen like stars around the moon.
A Thunder Bluff guard pushed open the door and entered, looking at the tent full of aliens, unsure of who to report to.
After hesitating for a while, the guard approached Chen Stormstout and respectfully presented him with something:
"Warchief, someone has delivered this item, hoping we can play it publicly."
This is an image gem, used to store a video. Chen Stormstout took it and handed it to Khadgar, who was standing next to him.
Khadgar examined it carefully, nodded, and indicated that there was no problem.
All eyes were fixed on the image gem with curiosity. Chen Stormstout, after a moment's hesitation, decided not to offend the crowd and said loudly:
"Since it's a gift for everyone, let's all see it openly; there's nothing to hide."
Khadgar activated the Image Gem.
In a quiet alley, amidst a filthy garbage heap, Jaina's phantom wields a strange dagger, relentlessly slicing through Thrall's flesh and soul.
The image gem skipped the long process, only recording the beginning and the end.
Two identical Thralls appeared on the ground, Jaina's phantom transformed one of them into a squirrel and carried it away.
Upon witnessing this bizarre scene, everyone fell silent.
Anachronos suppressed his fear and said in a trembling voice, "We've fought this Jaina before; she's from the future."
"Thrall may be resurrected, and the Savior will return to Azeroth." Khadgar's voice was clearly tinged with fear.
Imperator Mar'gok couldn't understand; both heads wore expressions of confusion. "I say, are you really that afraid of Thrall?"
Taran Zhu forced himself to maintain a normal voice and said in a heavy voice:
"Mar'gok, you don't understand Thrall. Let me give you a simple example. From the return of the Pantheon to Azeroth and the fall of the Black Empire, Azeroth's recorded history is roughly 150,000 years. In this long period, countless heroes have emerged. Thrall is universally recognized as the most outstanding of all heroes. The contributions of all heroes combined don't even amount to one ten-thousandth of his. He is the greatest in Azeroth's history."
"This is absolutely absurd," Mar'gok, expressing his incomprehension.
It's important to understand that Thrall's glorious era lasted only a few decades at most.
Azeroth is home to many powerful creatures, such as the five ancient Dragons, which have lived for over 100,000 years.
Some ancient races, such as the Night Elf race, have lifespans exceeding ten thousand years.
Not to mention the ancient Loa, some of whom are older than the history of Azeroth, existing even in prehistoric times.
Taran Zhu nodded. "That's right, it's that absurd and unrestrained, but Thrall's ability to turn lies into truth and make them universally acknowledged in Azeroth is what makes him so terrifying."
Among this group of prominent figures, Chen Stormstout was the most alarmed, after all, he was now the Lord of Orgrimmar and the King of Kalimdor.
Chen Stormstout slammed his fist on the table and stood up, his gaze sweeping over everyone:
"I don't think any of you here would want to live in Thrall's shadow. The days when Thrall was Warchief Horde the darkest years for us Pandaren. Pandaren were humiliated as food for the Orcs, our numbers dwindled to less than one in ten, Twelve Old Gods and Ghosts, only one remained."
Khadgar added, "That's right, not just the Pandaren, but all races live in the shadow of war. In the short few decades that Thrall served as Warchief, Azeroth experienced more continuous wars than in the past thousand years combined."
Anachronos remained silent. The Orcs and Dragonkin had a close relationship, and the Caverns of Time had once provided Thrall with countless Orcs soldiers.