Tradition is powerful, and faith is even more so; both can be used as tools to seize power.
Robbie didn't want to get involved in the Draenei's internal strife, but he couldn't let the opportunity slip by. Once the Iron Horde landed and established a foothold, they would inevitably face a fierce battle.
Not only would the Draenei suffer casualties, but the Brotherhood also inevitably suffer losses, something Robbie absolutely did not want to see.
"Are these two hypocritical, wicked archbishops forcing me to take action?"
Robbie clenched his fists, wanting to teach them a lesson, but then he thought again. After all, he was the Archbishop of the Draenei, whose status and seniority were unmatched by Yrel. If he really beat them up, it wouldn't be easy to handle.
Yrel, being inexperienced, was unable to handle the situation and, blushing, began arguing with the two archbishops.
Unexpectedly, this played right into the hands of the two archbishops, especially the chief technician Hataaru, whose attitude became even more arrogant:
"Yrel, your heart has been Corruption by darkness. You cannot comprehend the greatness and compassion of the Holy Light. The Holy Light teaches us Draenei to treat this world with mercy and to embrace our enemies. Do not forget that Orcs are also born from mothers and are no different from us. You have violated the code of Paladins; your despicable actions have tainted the purity of the Holy Light."
Archbishop Maladaar chimed in, "Yrel, on behalf of the Draenei Bishop Council, I declare that you are no longer Paladin; you have betrayed the Holy Light."
Although the Bishop Council did not have the power to revoke Yrel's Holy Light, he successfully enraged Yrel.
"It's over, "Robbie sighed inwardly. Yrel had lost control of her temper and had completely fallen into the trap set by the two old men.
Hearing Yrel's increasingly loud arguments, Robbie took a deep breath, knowing that he couldn't hesitate any longer.
The power of the Runes circulated, and the power of the Deity Runes brought forth a vast Power of the Holy Light. Robbie was enveloped in Holy Light, and a pair of huge wings of light unfurled behind him. His feet left the ground, and he floated silently in the air.
To make it more realistic, a projection of Naaru appeared behind Robbie.
A tremendous Holy Light descended as if a divine miracle had occurred. Archbishop Maladaar and Chief Technician Hataaru stopped arguing with Yrel and, together with Archbishop Othaar, stared in astonishment at Robbie's transformation.
Yrel continued to glare at the two archbishops. She had witnessed Robbie's Avatar when the Lightfall Altar, so she showed no surprise.
Robbie chanted an incantation, his voice incredibly solemn, repeating the words:
"Heavens above, earth spirits above, the Mother of Holy Light descends to earth! I am the ruler of the Holy Light, the Savior of the Draenei, the god of the Naaru in the universe! Foolish Draenei, why do you not worship me upon seeing me?"
Robbie displayed powerful Power of the Holy Light, impersonating the god of Holy Light in an attempt to intimidate the two archbishops.
The Draenei archbishops were worldly-wise; they knew the power of the Holy Light and didn't believe in any god of the Holy Light. The Draenei soldiers, however, were bewildered, and many actually knelt down to worship.
"You, why aren't you kneeling down and worshiping?" Robbie, radiating powerful Power of the Holy Light like Naaru descending to earth, questioned the three archbishops.
"What God of Holy Light? Do you think we don't know about the Deity Descension?"
Archbishop Maladaar and Chief Technician Hataaru were astonished by the power of Robbie's Power of the Holy Light, but unfortunately, they recognized it as the power of Avatar.
As the two were about to argue, they found themselves unable to make a sound, and they felt waves of dizziness.
Vanessa made her move.
Archbishop Othaar, with his keen observation, noticed the unusual behavior of the two archbishops. His eyes darted around, and he bowed respectfully, saying, "Great God of Holy Light, the Draenei are willing to heed your teachings."
This traitor is clever enough and has a bright future. Robbie nodded mysteriously, "These two Draenei archbishops have betrayed the Holy Light and colluded with the Iron Horde. Why don't we capture them quickly?"
Yrel immediately noticed the wind direction, Draenei ranger stepped forward, firmly controlling the two dazed archbishops.
"The Orcs are the enemies of the Draenei, the mortal foe of the Holy Light. I command you to annihilate them."
Robbie's Deity power was full of flaws, and most of the Draenei expressed doubt. Unfortunately, under Velen's rule, the Draenei had become accustomed to being submissive, and Archbishop Othaar seized the opportunity to take control of the Council's guard.
At this time, the vanguard of the Orcs had already landed on the shore and were resting briefly.
Rumble,
Suddenly, a Thunder roar resounded.
Hundreds of cannons roared in unison, carpet-bombing the area. A large number of shells landed on the beach, exploding among the Orcs. After a barrage of fire, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and the seawater was stained red with blood.
The hundreds of Orcs who landed were almost entirely wiped out, with only a few jumping back into the sea to escape.
Amidst the thunderous roar of cannons, Archbishop Othaar whispered to Robbie:
"I saw through Velen long ago. He only follows the Path of the Holy Light Holy Light, blindly obeying wherever it leads. His faith has become his weakness; he can only stand idly by in the face of the Draenei's suffering."
Robbie felt it necessary to give him a warning. "So, would you betray the Draenei because of this?"
Archbishop Othaar hesitated for a moment. "To be honest, I am not a traitor. It was that hypocritical Prophet Velen who betrayed our people. I know the secrets of the Draenei souls, and we understand the Destiny of the Outland Draenei. We do not want to walk down that path of destruction. Fortunately, Yrel has changed everything, and we are willing to support her."
Whether or not this ambitious archbishop can be controlled depends on Yrel's methods; Robbie can only help to this extent. Robbie raised his binoculars and continued to observe the Orcs flagship.
Commander Volka stared blankly at everything on the shore, then roared, "Damn it, damn it! I protest to Prophet Velen! Those Draenei have resorted to such a treacherous and vicious scheme!"
A subordinate reminded him, "General, the Prophet Velen is dead."
"Dead? That old guy is dead? No wonder."
Once the Draenei learned how to fight, Commander Volka was at a loss, completely disorganized, and had no choice but to seek help from allies on the Azeroth Continent.
"Someone told me you could help us defeat the Draenei, and I need to verify if that's a lie." Commander Volka displayed the Pride and rudeness of the Orcs.
Kalecgos knew his own limitations and naturally dared not step forward. He pointed at Med'an: "This Orcs boy is the son of the Guardian Medivh, the most powerful mage in Azeroth, and the future Guardian."
"A bunch of rude Orcs," Med'an cursed inwardly, muttering to himself.
"In the end, they still have to ask me for help. I must show them what I'm capable of, so they won't look down on me. I want Father to know that the Iron Horde is nothing but a bunch of trash."
"Commander Volka! I have seventeen ways to defeat these lowly Draenei."
"I'm very arrogant," Med'an said.