Rakeesh, the new leader of the Draenei, had a ferocious expression and glared angrily at Malfurion and Tyrande, directly provoking the Night Elf race, as if war was imminent.
At the height of Malfurion and Tyrande's power and their status as the Saviors of Azeroth, this behavior was extremely impolite and immediately aroused the resentment of many guests.
Envoys from various ethnic groups and countries discussed the matter extensively, with some even stepping forward to directly criticize Rakeesh's rudeness.
Rakeesh was arrogant and domineering. Faced with the accusations from the envoys of various tribes, he shamelessly shouted:
"A bunch of lowly ants, how dare you criticize me? If you anger me, I will wipe you all out."
To dare declare war on all of Azeroth is simply insane. People began to discuss it, complaining in front of Rakeesh how the wise Prophet Velen could have such a foolish son.
Everyone shook their heads; faced with such an rude and barbaric fellow, the voices of condemnation grew louder.
Malfurion and Tyrande were delighted. This Rakeesh was even more arrogant and easier to manipulate than they had imagined. Malfurion smiled and said kindly:
"Rakeesh, calm down. Young man, don't be so impulsive. Your father left you a gift in Darnassus, said to be an artifact brought back from Argus Planet."
"Hand over my father's artifact now, or I'll wipe out your Night Elf race!" Rakeesh roared, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course, this artifact was originally left to you by the Prophet Velen. Please follow me." Malfurion politely led the way into the underground vaults of Darnassus.
There were crisscrossing corridors and room after room, like a maze, making it very easy to get lost. In a secret underground chamber, Malfurion invited Rakeesh to sit down and politely said:
"Please wait here a moment, I will fetch the divine artifact for you."
Rakeesh gave a rude snort, sat down in his seat with his sword and golden horse, and watched Malfurion enter the inner chamber. He originally wanted to follow, but saw that Malfurion had suddenly disappeared.
The room was spacious enough, luxuriously furnished, and equipped with plenty of delicious food and drinks.
Rakeesh was enormous and had a great appetite; he quickly devoured all the pastries and drank all the wine, but Malfurion never appeared.
"Damn it, is Malfurion messing with me? I should just twist his head off!" Rakeesh was furious. He pushed open the door and walked out of the room, only to find himself completely lost amidst a maze of corridors.
Rakeesh noticed an inconspicuous arrow on the wall pointing in a certain direction. Unable to find his way, Rakeesh simply followed the arrow. Confident in his strength and Mastery various advanced magic, he disregarded the many natives of Azeroth and was not worried about any traps or mechanisms.
The arrow finally pointed to a huge stone gate, Rakeesh guessed must be the treasure vault of the Night Elf race. The stone gate was tightly closed, with a magic lock hanging on it.
This is an exquisite yet sturdy magic lock that will sound an alarm if broken by brute force.
Unfortunately, this lock was made by the Draenei.
The Draenei's technology far surpassed that of any other race in Azeroth. The magical locks they crafted were exceptionally strong and precise, making them difficult to break with Azeroth's primitive magic.
The vaults of all races in the Alliance use the same magical locks as the Draenei. Horde thieves racked their brains and tried every trick in the book, but still couldn't crack them. So they could only try to steal the keys, but even if they got the keys, they were powerless because these locks could recognize their owners.
This can be considered a contribution the Draenei made to the Alliance.
Unfortunately, even the most sophisticated lock has its weaknesses, and in the face of the Draenei's new leader, this lock was nothing more than a decoration.
Without hesitation, Rakeesh stepped forward and, after much encouragement, tore the magic lock to shreds.
Pushing open the door to enter the room, there was another stone door inside, still bearing a Draenei magic lock, only more sturdy and intricate, which piqued Rakeesh's interest.
After opening seven stone doors in succession, Rakeesh entered a secret room. The room was not large, with a platform in the center and a red button on it.
Next to the button was a line of large, eye-catching text: Do not press.
Meanwhile, Tyrande was entertaining guests. Now that the Horde was destroyed, the victors could write history at will, naturally portraying the Horde as utterly wicked, a savage beast that was hated by both gods and men.
Tyrande led the guests into a war museum, where Tyrande introduced them to the stories behind each artifact and the heroic figures who emerged from it.
In Tyrande's account, when the Dark Portal opened, the Night Elves warned King Llane of Kingdom of Stormwind to be wary of the Orcs threat, but unfortunately, this warning was not heeded.
Tyrande also recounted how, after the defeat of Kingdom of Stormwind, the Night Elves sent reinforcements to block the Orcs' pursuit and provided ships for the people of Stormwind City to help them escape to Southshore.
It also recounts the Battle of Mount Hyjal, in which Tyrande and Malfurion joined forces to successfully defeat Archimonde, while Thrall Horde, becoming accomplices of the Burning Legion and nearly destroying Azeroth.
Many of the guests present, some of whom had participated in several wars, were well aware of how much of this was fictional. However, since Tyrande and Malfurion were now considered Saviors, they could only let them fabricate whatever they wanted, just as Thrall had claimed to Savior in the past. In comparison, Tyrande and Malfurion posed less of a threat.
At the very back of the war museum is a huge crystal ball about half a meter in diameter. Upon seeing this crystal ball, Tyrande was moved to tears and hugged it, weeping uncontrollably.
Many guests looked on curiously and asked about the origin of the crystal ball.
Tyrande sighed deeply, wiping away her tears as she recalled:
"This is a huge secret, known only to Malfurion and me. Back in Mount Hyjal, because we trusted the traitor Jaina, the Horn of Nordrassil was destroyed by Jaina."
For some reason, when this past event was brought up, Tyrande gritted her teeth in hatred, and it took her a long time to calm down:
"Without the Horn, Malfurion couldn't unleash the Wrath of Nordrassil, and could only watch helplessly as Archimonde absorbed the power of the World Tree Nordrassil, growing even stronger. At that time, we were already in despair. But the Night Elf race did not forget their duty to protect Azeroth. While resisting Archimonde at the front, we also sent people to fill the trunk of Teldrassil with flammable materials. If Archimonde attacked Teldrassil, we would live and die with Teldrassil."
Upon hearing this, many guests gave a thumbs-up, praising the Night Elf race for their fearlessness in the face of sacrifice.
One of the guests asked, "What is the purpose of this crystal ball?"
Tyrande wiped away her tears, her sorrow turning to joy, and said:
"The mechanism that destroyed Teldrassil is hidden deep underground, consisting of seven stone doors. Battle of Mount Hyjal, Thrall and his Orcs threatened Teldrassil, and we fought against them, so we didn't destroy the mechanism. For safety, we asked Velen to lock the seven doors. Now that the war is over, it's time to dismantle them."
Tyrande chuckled easily, "This crystal ball allows us to see what's happening inside the underground chamber, preventing any accidents. Now I'll show it to you."
A flash of magical light appeared, and a figure emerged from the crystal ball— Rakeesh, the new leader of the Draenei. Without hesitation, he pressed the red button.