It was Thrall!
Velen fell into thought.
Prophet receives a prophecy, but only a novice would speak of it directly.
Velen, being the shrewd man he was, secretly weighed the pros and cons.
According to the prophecy, the key figure in rescuing Naruk Xil is Thrall.
However, in Velen's heart, his deep fear of Thrall even surpassed that of Blackhand Blackhand, the Warchief who slaughtered the Draenei.
Now that Thrall has lost power, his life and death are entirely in the hands of others, which is a good situation.
Velen didn't want Thrall to come back.
Whether or not Naruk Xil can be rescued is none of my business; Thrall must not get up.
Velen was determined not to give Thrall a chance, but he quickly thought of Naru'adal.
Rend received a prophecy from A'dal, Velen could not stop.
What if A'dal makes the same prophecy?
Velen had to have a backup plan, and with a quick glance, he came up with an idea.
Emerging from the meditation room, Velen, his face flushed, gave a mysterious smile:
"Congratulations, Warchief Blackhand! I have received the guidance of the Holy Light, which is contained within this brocade pouch."
Velen took out a brocade pouch, Rend was about to take it, but Velen put it away, smiling as he said:
"Warchief, I have a suggestion. Why don't we go to A'dal, and after A'dal gives his prophecy, I'll open the brocade pouch and see if it matches?"
Rend had no objection; if A'dal and Velen's prophecies were the same, then it would be even more convincing.
Actually, this is a little trick of Velen's; no matter what prophecy A'dal gives, the prophecy in the magic bag is always the same.
Having lived for over 25,000 years, Velen possessed an immense wealth of experience and knowledge.
Velen led the way, guiding Rend and his group to the Holy Light Plaza in Shattrath City.
Holy Light Plaza shimmered with golden light, the Holy Light brighter than ever before.
A'dal's voice resounded far and wide, filled with majesty.
But at the same time, there's a sense of intimacy, as if the voice is right next to your ear.
"Prophet Velen, Rend Blackhand, the Holy Light has foretold your arrival. I have heard of the tragedy of Naruk Xil. Please do not grieve; it is all the Holy Light's arrangement."
Velen thought to himself: What a damn prophecy! Before Naruk Xil was kidnapped, he told Rend to find A'dal. Even a fool could guess that he would come.
Rend knelt reverently on the ground. "Respected A'dal, please give me guidance on how to rescue Naruk Xil."
A'dal said seriously:
"This is a trial that Naruk Xil must endure in his long life, a test for Azeroth. Only after suffering will hope arrive. Prophet Velen, your prophecy is in the sachet; you may take it out now."
Velen was taken aback. How did A'dal know all this? He could only smile and take out the brocade pouch.
The brocade pouch slipped from Velen's hand and flew into the air.
A'dal's clear voice continued, "The villains who kidnapped Naruk Xil are not from our time period; they come from the Timeways."
"The Timeways?" Rend pondered this unfamiliar term intently.
A'dal explained softly, "Azeroth is made up of countless Parallel Worlds. When the Bronze Dragonflight Nozdormu was still alive, the Timeways was closed. Now someone has opened the Timeways, and you need to go to the Caverns of Time. Anachronos, Nozdormu's son, will guide you."
"Isn't it Thrall?" Velen breathed a sigh of relief.
A'dal continued, "But to open the Timeways, we need a key, a key figure, the former Savior, Thrall."
"What, Thrall?"
Rend frowned, and at the same time, Velen's heart sank.
Velen opened the pouch; a name was written on the slip of paper—also Thrall.
Rend turned to look at Velen, his gaze unfriendly.
Velen sensed the hostility, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered his voice to say:
Do you still remember Rhonin Ning?
This statement was loaded with implications, and Rend looked suspicious, not understanding for a moment.
After a moment, he nodded, his brows relaxing.
In his early years, Rhonin was just an unknown mage in Dalaran, but he was sent to complete the arduous task of rescuing the Red Dragon Queen.
This arrangement of tasks is nothing short of farce, because someone doesn't want to rescue the Red Dragon Queen.
Naruk Xil has been kidnapped. Thrall is far weaker than Naruk Xil, so it's no different from sending him to his death.
With that thought, Rend felt relieved and knelt on the ground. "Your Excellency A'dal, Thrall is a guest of honor in Orgrimmar. If he can rescue Naruk Xil, I am willing to share everything with him."
A'dal said slowly, "Rend, I see your sincerity. The Timeways, the intertwined Destiny of Naruk Xil and Thrall, this is Thrall's path to Redemption."
Rend said confidently, "I believe in Thrall's strength; he will definitely be able to rescue Naruk Xil."
A'dal was Anjing for a moment. "Rend, Thrall is the key to saving Naruk Xil, but he needs a leader, and no one is more suitable than you!"
Rend was so frightened he almost fainted, and could only force a smile, "Respected A'dal, I'm afraid I'm not up to the task."
A'dal said earnestly, "No, you can do it. This is the guidance of the Holy Light."
Velen secretly gloated from the sidelines, A'dal's voice rang out again:
"This mission requires a Prophet. Velen, you are an old friend of the Army of the Light, so I can only trouble you."
Velen turned green with fright, but knowing the consequences of disobeying orders, he could only feign delight and agree.
A'dal opened Portal to Orgrimmar.
"Two warriors, take Thrall with you, then go to the Caverns of Time and summon Anachronos. Tell him it is my command, and he will accompany you."
Rend and Velen thanked the Holy Light together, but their hearts were filled with bitterness.
Back in Orgrimmar, Rend pulled Velen aside and whispered:
"Prophet Velen, what is your opinion on this matter?"
Velen said irritably, "This mission is far more dangerous than Rhonin rescuing the Red Dragon Queen. Rhonin is facing the Dragonmaw Clan, and our opponents are stronger than the Naruk Xil. I'm no match for them."
"I'm no match for them either," Rend said, his face contorted with grief. "A'dal wants us to die along with Naruk Xil."
"But things can be done with human effort." Velen smiled slightly. "A'dal sent us to rescue Naruk Xil, but he didn't say we were guaranteed to succeed."
Inspired, Rend rolled his eyes and chuckled:
"That's right. Anyway, the prophecy says the key person is Thrall. If we fail, we'll put all the blame on him."
The two hit it off immediately.
When Thrall heard that he was going to the Timeways to rescue Naruk Xil, he was so frightened that he fainted.
Rend and Velen weren't about to let Thrall go, so they dragged him towards the Caverns of Time.
Unlike Rend and Velen, who each harbored their own ulterior motives, Anachronos, Nozdormu's son, smiled easily after hearing their purpose:
"If it were anyone else, this task would be impossible to complete. With Thrall, it's much easier."
Velen feigned incomprehension, his face expressionless, but inwardly he was astonished.
Rend's eyes widened in shock. "What? Could Thrall really be the key figure?"
Anachronos looked at the unconscious Thrall with a smile:
"You two, do you know how the Timeways came about?"
Velen remained expressionless, while Rend asked earnestly:
Please advise.
Anachronos explained, "Azeroth is composed of countless Parallel Worlds, divided into the Main World and Parallel Worlds."
Rend stroked his chin and said, "In other words, we're in the Main World, and the others are Parallel Worlds."
Anachronos shook his head. "That's not the right interpretation. You should say that the world you live in is the Main World."