The world is always full of surprises and unexpected events.
When we look back at history, we always feel sorry for those who were betrayed. Why were we not prepared beforehand?
Yes, unless you're directly involved, who can truly understand how unimaginable such a sudden betrayal is?
Just like Velen, Robbie never expected that, having lost his power, he would choose to cooperate with Ner'zhul. This unscrupulous behavior was far removed from Velen's usual reputation.
This is so unexpected, I can't believe it.
Looking at the dozens of Draenei corpses on the Platform of the Stars, with their blood flowing freely, Robbie would never have believed, had he not seen it with his own eyes, that they were killed by the Prophet Velen.
The deformed Ak'ton was not difficult to deal with; Hogger almost single-handedly took him down. Hogger was very unhappy that he couldn't catch up with Velen to get revenge, and he was eager to take his anger out on the deformed monster.
"Where will Velen go? What other plans does he have? A Prophet who has lived for tens of thousands of years, hiding in the shadows, is truly terrifying." Kel'Thuzad had lived long enough, and he was very worried. A Draenei Prophet —who knows what strange and unusual knowledge he possessed?
Robbie said coldly, "Don't worry, you have to trust our commander."
When the Magic Shield of Bastion of Pain shattered, Yrel and her Draenei rangers, who were blocking the entrance, witnessed it all. Shanmiusen nearby, was utterly dumbfounded and exclaimed in astonishment:
"They really broke through the Bastion of Pain! What kind of magic was that? It was completely unexpected."
Robbie sent a messenger to inform Yrel that the Orcs at Bastion of Pain were no longer able to fight and that they could go to rescue the Draenei prisoners.
Just then, a bright light flashed, and Prophet Velen and Ner'zhul appeared before the Draenei Ranger.
Velen was a powerful Priest, not Archmage who could teleport at will. The fact that he could teleport Ner'zhul out of Bastion of Pain was already the limit of his abilities.
Upon seeing Yrel's Draenei ranger, as well as Shanmiusen, Velen and Ner'zhul were slightly taken aback.
Even more surprised was Yrel. Seeing Velen and Ner'zhul together, Yrel thought she was seeing things and rubbed her eyes hard. She looked puzzled and asked, "Prophet, Ner'zhul, what's going on?"
"Yrel, what a mess this is!" Velen pointed towards Bastion of Pain, glaring at Yrel, his face contorted like Demons, and roared:
"Yrel, you colluded with the Evil Alliance and raided the Shadowmoon Clan's Bastion of Pain. Did you intend to destroy the Draenei? You brought disaster to Shadowmoon Valley. You executioner, you have plunged the Draenei into an abyss of despair. You are the sinner of the Draenei."
As expected of the Prophet Velen, his act of falsely accusing someone caught Yrel completely off guard, leaving her stunned. This was entirely different from the gentle and refined Velen she remembered, who always spoke of the Holy Light. Velen's viciousness was revealed, and the stark contrast made her forget that her most important task at that moment was to take down Velen and Ner'zhul.
"Prophet, what are you saying?" Yrel asked, unwilling to give up.
Velen gave him a chance, raising his foot and angrily shouting:
"Yrel, you and your deceased parents, you have led the Draenei step by step into the Abyss of darkness. You all deserve to die." Velen first pointed at Shanmiusen, feeling that there was still a possibility of reconciliation with the Peace Dove, but realizing this was inappropriate, he hurriedly pointed towards the Lunarfall: "You were deceived by them, you became a lackey of evil men, everything you did was Evil, you are the culprit behind the Draenei's destruction, the Draenei will surely be destroyed by your hand."
Her parents, who had been dead for many years, were Yrel's Achilles' heel. At this moment, she could no longer remain calm. Enraged and nearly losing her temper, she shouted, "Prophet, what did my parents do? You are not allowed to slander them!"
"Your parents, hehe." After stalling for a little time, Velen finally caught his breath. The Power of the Holy Light accumulated within him allowed him to teleport short distances again, and he felt more confident. He said unhurriedly:
"Back then, I personally delivered your parents to the Shadowmoon Clan to become food for the Orcs. In the name of peace, dozens of Orcs tore them apart alive, and I watched from the sidelines. They cried out in agony and begged for mercy, but I ruthlessly refused them. Yrel, you and your parents are both too restless. It's all my fault for being too soft-hearted and not making up my mind to get rid of you and your sister sooner, otherwise, how could this have happened?"
Velen let out a cruel laugh, and he and Ner'zhul once again transformed into a bright light and vanished from the spot.
Having served as the leader of the Draenei for tens of thousands of years, was it truly because Prophet Velen was highly respected, while the other Draenei were all incompetent? Had they become increasingly degenerate, failing to produce a single genius comparable to Prophet Velen in tens of thousands of years?
Or Draenei all without desires, of noble character, and have no interest in vying for leadership.
The struggle for power has always been brutal. In order to maintain their ruling position, how much unseen blood is shed in the dark? Beneath the surface of glamour and peace, there are hidden cruelty, killings, and heinous conspiracies.
"Prophet Velen." Yrel gritted his teeth in anger, only then realizing he'd been tricked.
Compared to the cunning and calculating Velen, Yrel is still far inferior.
Shanmiusen chuckled coldly, "In this chaotic world, mercy doesn't lead to military power, and kindness doesn't make one a king. In a world where strength reigns supreme, how can one maintain a high position for millennia without extraordinary skills? Prophet Velen has hidden himself very well; I truly misjudged him. Yrel, you'd better not spread what you've seen today."
Yrel, of course, knew what to do. She sternly ordered all the Draenei rangers to shut up and forget everything they had seen that day. Led by Yrel, the Draenei rangers headed towards Bastion of Pain to rescue the captured Draenei.
Velen's betrayal fueled Yrel's anger, which she vented on the helpless Orcs, resulting in the massacre of large numbers of the Shadowmoon Clan. She realized that no one in the world was perfect; everyone was a hypocrite, and only power was real. Yrel finally saw through the true nature of the world.
Robbie's twenty wagons returned fully loaded with glittering Magic Gems and dazzling jewels. Shanmiusen were green with envy, and only then did they understand what Robbie meant when he said not to miss an opportunity to make a fortune.
Even more outrageous was Hogger, the Gnoll. This enormous Gnoll was struggling to carry five huge snakeskin bags, all of which were full and could not be tied shut. The gold and silver jewels inside were dazzling and glittering.
Shockingly, Hogger held a dark red jewel the size of a human head in his mouth, its shimmering light rippling in concentric circles, like a dark moon hanging in the sky.
"My God, this is the Shadowmoon Orb! Ner'zhul cherished it like his own staff!" someone knowledgeable exclaimed.
Upon seeing the fifty Ashran soldiers brought by Shanmiusen, Hogger generously pulled a handful of jewels from his bag and scattered them across the nearby open space, like a small rain of precious gems. He said magnanimously, "These are my gifts to you, don't be shy. What are you all standing there for? There are plenty more in Bastion of Pain."
It was rare to see him speak so fluently with the Shadowmoon Orb in his mouth. As he spoke, he waved his claws at Shanmiusen, pointing to his large mouth, and said, "Interested in this pearl? Prince Anduin is my first choice. I've reserved it for Prince Highness. The price is negotiable. See you later, see you later."
After saying that, he tied the snakeskin bag together, laboriously hoisted the five bags onto his shoulder, Hogger disappeared in a flash.