"What's going on?" Faced with Shanmiusen's question, Velen was completely dumbfounded.
Although Chief Ner'zhul cruelly bit off Velen's arm, and although Chief Ner'zhul captured many Draenei, intending to use them as sacrifices to the Dark Star, it caused Velen great distress.
But Ner'zhul is not Lich, and Velen can guarantee that.
How could someone act like this? How could someone be so despicable and shameless?
Velen 'Draenei foreign policy under his leadership was very simplistic: patience, patience, and more patience.
This resulted in the Draenei living a miserable life of being hated by everyone after escaping from Argus Planet.
The Draenei possess advanced knowledge of interstellar travel, intelligent minds, powerful physiques, mysterious Power of the Holy Light, and the assistance of powerful Naaru; they could easily defeat most races in the universe.
But they still couldn't avoid being utterly defeated by various natives, beaten to a pulp by low-level natives who only knew melee combat, wandering miserably in space, broken and displaced, their numbers dwindling.
In Robbie's opinion, Kil'jaeden and Archimonde had been merciful enough.
Upon discovering the Draenei of Draenor, Kil'jaeden did not send the Burning Legion's Star Destroyers. Instead, he incited the local Orcs, giving them a drink of the Demon Blood.
Then, the Draenei narrowly escaped annihilation.
Now, witnessing Velen's stubbornness firsthand in this Timeline, Robbie fully understands the reason behind it all.
Velen was a powerful Priest, a wise scholar, and a great Prophet.
Unfortunately, he was unaware of the dirty side of politics; his thinking was naive, and his personality stubborn. He needed a wise leader to guide him in the right direction, but he himself was not suited to be a leader.
"No, no, Chieftain Ner'zhul is absolutely not Lich! I swear on my beard, you've got it wrong! Believe me, I am a Prophet!" Velen, failing to grasp the situation, continued to defend Ner'zhul.
Robbie wouldn't let this opportunity slip by, and immediately questioned:
"Velen, you say Ner'zhul isn't the Lich King, so are the Twisting Nether ice blocks brought by Archmage Vargoth fake? And what about Yrel's testimony? How do you explain that?"
Kel'Thuzad stepped forward and handed the ice block to Velen. Velen felt a headache coming on and whispered, "This ice block does indeed come from the Twisting Nether, but Ner'zhul, he really isn't the Lich."
Shanmiusen shook his head. Although he didn't understand the situation, his mind was clear, and he knew which side to take. He advised, "Velen, don't be so stubborn. Ner'zhul, the Lich King and leader of the Shadowmoon Clan, is an utterly wicked villain. He brought the Scourge, death, and fear, and nearly destroyed Azeroth. He is the common enemy of both the Alliance and the Horde."
Velen still dreamed of peace, explaining to Shanmiusen, "All we Draenei want is peace. I believe the Draenei should be able to live in peace with the Shadowmoon Clan. Ner'zhul is truly not Lich; you cannot slander them like this, it's unfair."
Shanmiusen wouldn't listen to Velen's explanation. He was now eager to sever ties with the Lich King Ner'zhul. Seeing that reasoning with him had failed, he questioned again, "The Lich King Ner'zhul is an enemy of Azeroth, Velen. Do you want to be an ally of our enemy? Do you want to be an enemy of the Alliance and the Horde?"
"This! This!" Velen couldn't believe it. Hadn't they agreed to form an alliance with the Shadowmoon Clan, join Horde with the Horde, and jointly resist the Iron Horde? How could they turn their backs on him so easily?
Yrel's face was icy as she bluntly stated, "Velen, my mentor, you are no longer fit to be the leader of the Draenei. You will bring destruction to Draenei."
"No, no!" Velen's eyes widened in disbelief. For centuries, even though Velen had done countless foolish things, his leadership had never been questioned. "Yrel, my most trusted disciple, how could you do this to me? I have always led the Draenei to a peaceful life under the guidance of the Holy Light."
"All you've brought the Draenei is suffering and tears." Yrel thought of her tragically killed parents, her eyes red with grief. "How many Draenei have lost their lives because of your naiveté? Their pitiful Restless Souls tell of their sorrow! I'm sorry, I forgot, the souls of the Draenei have all been devoured by the Naaru, haven't they?"
"That's the sacrifice we had to make." Velen was a little confused and didn't know how to deal with it. Velen's most reliable method in dealing with differing opinions among his people was the Holy Light Edict, so no one had ever opposed his opinion.
But Yrel's ability to resist the Holy Light Edict left him bewildered and disoriented.
Shanmiusen yawned widely, waved his hand, and said listlessly:
"The Draenei can handle their own internal affairs. Hmph, Robbie Capor, I'll remember you. Don't think you've escaped unscathed. I'll be keeping an eye on this fortress. Don't give me any leverage. And you, Prophet Velen, you'd better understand your situation."
Having come looking for trouble to no avail, Shanmiusen had no choice but to leave dejectedly. As he departed, he glared fiercely at Hogger, Hogger immediately returned the glare; it seemed the two indeed had a significant grudge.
Velen looked conflicted; he wanted to go back with them, but Yrel stopped him.
"Yrel, why are you lying? You clearly didn't see anything!" Velen was furious with his former disciple, angrily accusing him, "You've changed, Yrel. You will fall into the realm of darkness, unable to escape!"
"Velen, my mentor, if darkness can save the Draenei, I am willing to embrace it. I beg you here, for the future of the Draenei, leave your Prophet's Mark, or you will not leave."
Yrel gazed at the holy mark of light on Velen's forehead, the symbol of the Draenei leader and the proof of communication with the Naaru. Yrel didn't want to reason with the stubborn Velen; she wanted to force him to abdicate.
Velen could hardly believe his ears. "Yrel, do you know what you're doing? You're persecuting your own mentor, you're doubting a great Prophet! Darkness has devoured your soul!"
Yrel turned to Robbie and asked in a conciliatory tone, "What price will it take to help me seize the mark of the Prophet Velen?"
Robbie smiled and said, "Don't worry, the Draenei and the Alliance will always be friends. The cost of the war will be paid by the Shadowmoon Clan; the Draenei won't have to pay a single copper coin."
"Did you hear that, Velen?" Yrel said with a smile, his tone imposing. "Without leaving Prophet's Mark, do you think you can leave this fortress?"
Under the cold moonlight, the Prophet Velen stared wide-eyed at the familiar yet unfamiliar Yrel, then glanced around at the menacing crowd in the fortress, feeling a chill run down his spine.
Velen probably realized this too; without the Holy Light Edict, this day would likely have come much sooner.
The Prophet Velen sighed, placed his hand on Yrel's forehead, closed his eyes, and the light mark on his forehead vanished instantly, appearing on Yrel's forehead in its place.
Then, without saying a word, he walked out of the fortress gate.
Yrel shuddered, her grey eyes gleaming, and a holy light enveloped her entire body.
"Now, I declare the Draenei to be at war with the Shadowmoon Clan, a war to the death."
War brings benefits; war brings Wealth.
When Yrel declared war on the Shadowmoon Clan, the situation in Shadowmoon Valley was immediately reversed.