Who wouldn't want to make a fortune, buy a house and land back home, marry a beautiful wife, and live a comfortable life after risking their life in the army?
The fifty elite cavalrymen from Ashran, invited by Shanmiusen to lend their support, were not going to listen to Shanmiusen. They happily divided up the jewels left by Hogger, turned their horses around, and galloped towards Bastion of Pain.
Shanmiusen hesitated for a moment, then decided it wasn't safe for him to go alone and followed.
Bastion of Pain has fallen, and the Shadowmoon Clan Orcs have lost their fighting capacity. The Lunarfall received the news immediately.
As Robbie's twenty wagons headed toward Bastion of Pain once more, a group of assembled Night Elves, led by Beiqing Feathermoon, marched hastily toward Bastion of Pain, followed by Dwarves, Gnomes, Humans, and others.
One should not be too greedy. While enjoying the meat, one must also leave some soup for others. The Brotherhood already plundered the most precious Magic Gems and valuables, and their harvest is more than enough.
Adventurers from the Lunarfall poured out, and even many guards stripped off their armor to join the looting.
Adventurers came and went in droves, their mounts firmly lassoed, pulling carts in and out. The adventurers were orderly, calm and composed, making the most of every second, carrying their spoils from the Bastion of Pain.
Armor, weapons, herbs, ores, food... then various furniture, beams, door frames... scavenging everything that could be carried away, and even a few adventurers carrying an unconscious Orcs girl, drawing attention from onlookers.
What's going on here? That's some seriously extreme taste!
It was a frenzied looting, but thankfully the Brotherhood stepped in to maintain Order, preventing any major chaos.
The end result was that the average item level of adventurers in the Lunarfall increased by forty points, with almost everyone equipped with excellent gear, followed by a devaluation of various herbs and ores...
The commanders made a fortune, their faces beaming with joy, and their Followers ' pockets were bulging as well.
The news spread like wildfire throughout Draenor.
Those adventurers who fled Shadowmoon Valley out of fear of Medivh's Peace Dove were all filled with regret, lamenting the loss of a golden opportunity to make a fortune.
Yrel's Draenei rangers also made a fortune, and all the prisoners were safely rescued, but Yrel couldn't be happy. Robbie knew what she was worried about, so he secretly pulled Yrel aside and whispered, "Want to know where Prophet Velen is? Come with me."
A Hyacinth Macaw flew in and led the way for Robbie; it was sent by Vanessa, who had been following Velen and Ner'zhul.
The Hyacinth Macaw led Robbie and Yrel into the Eclipsed Moon Cave near the Embaari Village.
The cave was completely dark, filled with a large amount of Shadow Energy, and teeming with mutated shadow creatures.
The Evil eye of darkness corroded the carcasses of animals, towering Voidwalker howled in horror, and countless unnamed humanoid shadow creatures wailed pitifully.
"There's actually such a horrible place?" Robbie asked Yrel with a puzzled look, "This cave is so close to Embaari Village, why wasn't it cleaned up sooner?"
Yrel's face showed fear, as if it had stirred up bad memories. "This is the Draenei's Temperament Trial. Every few years, the Prophet Velen organizes a group of young Draenei here for trials."
"Temperament Trial?" Robbie asked, puzzled. "What's that?"
"It is said that this is so that they can better pursue the power of the Holy Light, without bias, and avoid falling into the Abyss of darkness."
Yrel looked at the humanoid shadow creatures with pity. She no longer trusted Velen and said in a skeptical tone:
"Prophet Velen told us that excessive pursuit of the Holy Light will plunge us into darkness and corrupt our souls. We must maintain the purity of our hearts and resist all temptations, otherwise we Draenei will become like the insidious Eredar, sacrifices to darkness, Evil shadow creatures. Do you see those humanoid aberrations? They are all Draenei youths who failed the trials. When I was young, my talent for the Holy Light was only average, but I successfully passed the trials. Those with the best talent for the Holy Light became aberrations of darkness. The Prophet said they couldn't resist the temptation of power."
"A lie, this is absolutely a lie!" Robbie angrily slammed his fist against the cave wall.
No wonder Velen was able to rule the Draenei for tens of thousands of years.
The Draenei, scattered and wandering between stars, must fend off the Burning Legion's pursuit, face a variety of enemies, and endure constant battles.
In such circumstances, a powerful genius can easily gain the support and love of the people; this is what is often referred to as "might makes right" in chaotic times.
Strangely, for tens of thousands of years, no one has been able to threaten Velen's rule.
Is Velen's talent for Holy Light truly unprecedented and unparalleled? For tens of thousands of years, he has been high above, supreme, surpassing all living beings, and invincible? This is simply illogical.
The truth is that Velen, under the guise of "Temperament Trial," suppressed all the geniuses who might threaten his position, and then used the Holy Light Edict to control people's hearts and minds, thus stabilizing his rule.
"As expected of my Follower, you saw through the truth at a glance. That's right, the so-called Temperament Trial is a lie." A clear voice rang out, and Vanessa suddenly appeared beside Robbie, carrying a lantern in her hand. All the shadow creatures could not approach, and inside the lantern was a Naaru Shard.
"It turns out that as long as one's Holy Light talent is good enough, one can withstand the Holy Light Edict." Vanessa looked at Yrel, her beautiful eyes sparkling, and said in a speculative tone, "It must be that your parents inadvertently learned the truth and used some method to hide your and your sister's talents, thus saving you from Velen's clutches."
"Commander, why is it based on facts?" Robbie sensed something unusual and stared at Vanessa with surprise, asking, "Do you possess the Holy Light Edict?"
Vanessa tilted her head, blinked, and asked with a hint of doubt, "Shouldn't you learn that level of magic after seeing it only once?"
"Damn it!" Robbie coughed up a mouthful of blood. "Only you could do something like that."
"Come with me, there's a good show to watch."
Vanessa led the way, carrying a lantern, with Robbie and Yrel following behind.
Emerging from the Eclipsed Moon Cave, one finds a lush, green hill. Turning a corner and climbing the slope, one discovers a clearing in the woods littered with the carcasses of numerous ravens. Clearly, a fierce battle has just taken place here, leaving behind the carcass of an exceptionally large raven—the leader of the ravens around Embaari Village, the rare Elite Darkclaw.
At the summit of the hill sits the Lightfall Altar, the heart of Shadowmoon Valley and a sacred site for the Shadowmoon Clan.
Vanessa activated the Shadow Veil, hiding Robbie and Yrel's figures, and the three of them quietly approached the Altar.
At the center of the Lightfall Altar stood the Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls, a black pillar of light reaching straight into the sky. A large group of transparent Restless Souls surrounded the Altar, with more and more Restless Souls entering the pillar of light and flying towards the depths of the vortex high in the sky.
Ner'zhul gazed at the dark pillar of light, casting a spell to summon the Dark Star.
Poor Ner'zhul, he still doesn't know that his Shadowmoon Clan Staff of Ten Thousand Souls is a fake.
Strangely, behind Ner'zhul stood the Prophet Velen, confronting another Ner'zhul.
How could there be two Ner'zhul? Robbie and Yrel both looked puzzled.
Has the Lich King Ner'zhul really appeared?