Khadgar secretly admired Velen, who was indeed an old fellow who had lived for tens of thousands of years. He saw things much more clearly and was able to analyze so many clues from the slightest hints.
"Who exactly is Illidan?" Khadgar asked in surprise.
After pondering for a while, Velen said with certainty:
"Judging from Illidan's attitude towards the Burning Legion, I suspect it's likely a powerful Naaru, holding a high position in the Army of the Light, who was brutally murdered by the Legion and then resurrected. He's commanding everyone in Illidan's name, simply to make us cannon fodder in the fight against the Burning Legion."
Khadgar looked bewildered, but he had to admit that Velen's analysis made a lot of sense. He shrugged helplessly, "Unfortunately, we have no choice but to face the mighty Army of the Light."
Velen sighed helplessly, "Yes, I've wandered the universe for a long time and have long seen the truth. The weak have no right to choose their Destiny. Khadgar, you must remember one thing: if you're going to sell, sell for a good price."
Khadgar was persuaded, and he began to think about how to get a good price for it.
Velen, ever the cunning old fox, lowered his voice and said, "Good brother, don't get into a conflict with the Army of the Light over bargaining; it will only provoke their resentment. We can use Sylvanas to blackmail the Army of the Light. Although Sylvanas has lived for hundreds of years, she is, after all, a woman and not worth mentioning."
When news of Illidan's death arrived, Sylvanas was the most anxious of all.
The Iron Horde, with such a powerful army that it could conquer the entire world, is unable to enter Azeroth.
Sylvanas had intended to find Queen Azshara through Illidan and summon the Dark Portal; she had even prepared a plan to rescue Illidan. Unfortunately, she was a step too late.
Sylvanas, who had been anxious, hadn't been sleeping well lately. It was a moonless night, and Sylvanas's thoughts were in turmoil, making it difficult for her to fall asleep, so she went out for a walk.
The night in Theramore was beautiful, and the sea breeze brought warmth, but it could not warm Sylvanas's cold heart.
She saw a figure in a long robe, Archmage Antonidas, standing under a tree, facing the direction of Orgrimmar, listening intently to something.
At this moment, Sylvanas began to miss her Undead body. Unlike the fragile flesh and blood of the living, the Undead body did not suffer from insomnia, and if necessary, did not even need to sleep, nor did it know fatigue.
"Antonidas, what are you doing here?" Sylvanas asked curiously.
Antonidas turned and bowed to the Dark Lady, saying nervously, "After the fall of Orgrimmar, countless Restless Souls wandered everywhere. I could always hear their voices in the dead of night, but for some reason, they suddenly disappeared. Strange, Orcs souls are not accepted by this world, where did they go?"
Sylvanas scoffed. She didn't care about Orcs souls at all. If they didn't lack enough bodies, she would have turned them all into Undead long ago. She waved her hand dismissively and said:
"Antonidas, would you like to walk with me for a bit?"
Antonidas silently followed behind the Dark Lady. Sylvanas arrived at the seaside, gazing quietly at the ocean waves, and asked once more:
"Is there really no other way? What use is controlling the Iron Horde and conquering Draenor to us?"
Antonidas sighed sadly, "Please forgive my incompetence, but summoning the Dark Portal is something I am truly powerless to do. Apart from the Guardian Medivh and Queen Azshara, I'm afraid no one in the Azeroth can accomplish this."
Sylvanas's face was ashen, her brow furrowed in frustration. Waves rolled beneath her feet, fish swam merrily, and giant sea turtles strolled leisurely, but her heart was filled with darkness.
Antonidas sensed a fluctuation of magical energy, the teleportation magic he was most familiar with, and hurriedly said, "Your Majesty, we have guests."
As Khadgar and Prophet Velen stepped out of the Portal, they saw Sylvanas and Antonidas, who had been waiting for them. Sylvanas's gaze passed over Khadgar and landed on the face of the aged Prophet Velen:
"Why has the leader of the Draenei entered Horde territory, Velen? If you die, how can you be resurrected? Perhaps I can give you a young Draenei body; you'll thank me, won't you?"
Khadgar had prestige in both the Alliance and the Horde, so Sylvanas didn't make things difficult for him. Faced with the Dark Lady's hostility towards Velen, Khadgar quickly stepped forward and said:
"Your Majesty the Dark Lady, we are here to discuss cooperation. Azeroth is in danger, and we should unite to fight against the Evil Burning Legion. We need a great leader."
Sylvanas was already used to Khadgar's tactics; she was only targeting Velen.
"A clandestine alliance between the Alliance and the Horde? May I assume you've come to pledge allegiance to me, Prophet Velen? Perhaps you believe me to be the rightful leader? As expected of Prophet, your judgment is sound."
Velen had anticipated Sylvanas's rudeness and said calmly, "Sylvanas, I see your confusion. Perhaps you need the guidance of the Holy Light."
"The Holy Light?" Sylvanas looked at Velen with amusement, exhaling a breath of Fel. "The Holy Light has always been the enemy of the Undead. Although I have rid myself of my rotting Undead Body, I still have no affection for the Holy Light."
Seeing Sylvanas continue to make things difficult, Khadgar quickly offered a crucial bargaining chip. "Your Highness Dark Lady, what if the Holy Light could help you summon the Dark Portal? All you need to do is offer your verbal support."
These words struck a chord with Sylvanas, who hesitated slightly before replying, "Alright, we can talk. I hope you won't disappoint me."
Inside the newly built mage tower in Theramore, Prophet Velen calmly stated, "Azeroth is in crisis. The Burning Legion's invasion is imminent. We need to unite and fight for Azeroth. The Holy Light tells me that the Savior of Azeroth has appeared."
Sylvanas smiled slightly. She was thinking that she was the strongest and had already broken the balance between the Alliance and the Horde. Prophet Velen, a typical opportunist, came to submit to her when he saw that things were not going well.
Sylvanas was determined to agree, but only if the Draenei paid a heavy price.
Velen gazed at Sylvanas and said slowly, "The Holy Light helped me find hope, and I saw the face of the Savior. His name is Illidan Stormrage."
Illidan Stormrage Sylvanas felt as if she had been force-fed a fly; the psychological impact was unimaginable. A nameless rage surged within her, followed by a wicked laugh:
"Velen, are you asking me to resurrect Illidan? That's not difficult; all I need to do is find his body and soul. But remember, all the Undead in Azeroth belong to me. I can acknowledge Illidan Stormrage as the Savior, but he must obey my commands, for I am the Dark Lady."
Negotiations broke down, and in her rage, Sylvanas even forgot to ask how to open the Dark Portal, which was exactly what Velen and Khadgar wanted. Faced with Sylvanas's difficult demands, the Mother of Holy Light Xe'ra, had to increase her bargaining power.
A guard brought over a pot of tea and several cups, and an enraged Sylvanas smashed the pot of tea on the ground.