It must be said that the Prophet Velen created very favorable conditions for Rakeesh to become a leader.
Since the Draenei left Argus Planet 25,000 years ago, the Prophet Velen has been Draenei leader. For 25,000 years, the Draenei have become accustomed to Velen's rule; this deep-rooted authority has penetrated the hearts of every Draenei, becoming an inseparable part of their souls.
For example, on Draenor Planet, the Draenei, a civilization with a star system, were nearly wiped out by the less advanced Orcs. The Draenei suffered a massacre, with most of their population lost.
No matter how you look at it, this is a grave dereliction of duty. As the leader, Velen bears undeniable responsibility for committing an unforgivable mistake. If it were any other race, they would probably be so ashamed that they would commit suicide, unable to face their people.
But the Draenei never thought about it that way, never considered blaming their leaders for incompetence.
After Rakeesh succeeded his father, he initially did not feel the power of this faith-like devotion and was uneasy. Now that he had secured his position as leader, he realized how despicable the Draenei really were.
Rakeesh looked disdainfully at the Draenei came to greet him, including respected elders and newly risen, battle-hardened generals. In his eyes, they were all indecisive puppets.
"How rude the Night Elf race!" Rakeesh first complained tentatively, then announced loudly:
"They actually dared to accuse me of burning down the World Tree Teldrassil! We Draenei have dignity! We created a glorious and great civilization; how can we be bullied by a mere inferior race? We will wage war against the Night Elf race!"
Exodar and Teldrassil are separated by the sea but are very close, so news from there had already reached us.
Without hesitation, the generals immediately responded, "Great leader, your decision is absolutely brilliant! War must begin, and the Night Elf race must be annihilated!"
Brilliant? How could it be brilliant? This is a foolish idea! Can't you offer any objections?
Rakeesh is not stupid at all. Now that Malfurion and Tyrande are at the height of their power, having personally killed Sylvanas to bring them great glory, going to war with the Night Elves is tantamount to making an enemy of the entire world of Azeroth.
Rakeesh decided to escalate his probing to test the limits of the Draenei, and said fiercely, "The Night Elves are despicable, and those guests who came to celebrate are even more arrogant, showing no respect for us Draenei. I will wage war against all of Azeroth; no one can defeat us Draenei."
This time, it was the elders who responded, praising loudly before the generals could even react:
"Great leader, your decision is so wise, worthy of being the son of the Prophet Velen. You are so full of wisdom and foresight. Our wisdom is not even a fraction of yours. The Draenei must wage war against Azeroth, to the death."
Rakeesh finally understood what kind of Draenei were, and completely relaxed. He deliberately put on a serious face. "War with Azeroth is necessary, but we must recognize the strength of both sides. Although the various races of Azeroth are nothing but ants in front of the Draenei, we must still be cautious. Do you have any suggestions?"
"This!"
The elders and generals all understood that it was best not to express any opinions at this moment. If their opinions happened to contradict the leader, they would be exiled at best, and die an unexplained death at worst. All they needed to do was sing praises.
"Great leader, we are willing to accept your guidance," the generals said in unison.
Rakeesh nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself that this was more like it; a bunch of puppets didn't need to have thoughts. Rakeesh first deliberately put on a stern face and gave a scolding. "You bunch of idiots, the Draenei are facing a predicament, and you can't even come up with a solution. I'm really disappointed in you."
The elders and generals hurriedly knelt on the ground. "Great leader, the difference between us and you is like that between an ant and a god. Please guide us in the right direction. Only you are our leader, the holy sun in our hearts."
Rakish looked on with delight. "Excellent! I've received intelligence that Naruwros is a spy sent by the evil night elves, bringing countless calamities to us draenei. Join me in destroying the evil Naru."
This was utter nonsense, a lie riddled with holes, but the Draenei, so devoted to their leader, had no doubt that his decision might be wrong.
The elders and generals immediately showed expressions of unwavering loyalty and cheered together, "Destroy Naruvolos!"
Exodar, the capital city of the Draenei, was built on the foundation of a Naaru spaceship. The Seat of the Naaru in the central area is the energy core of the spaceship, and the Naaru Volos provides energy to the entire city.
O'ros is not very strong and can be easily eliminated, but this would offend the powerful Army of the Light.
The Draenei's strength is well known to all races of Azeroth. They are as fragile as paper in front of the Orcs, yet they possess powerful technology, making them like a delicious piece of meat, tempting all who behold them.
The reason why both the Alliance and the Horde have maintained restraint is because of a Naaru in Exodar.
Kael'thas, the last one tormenting the Naaru, met a tragic end that everyone witnessed.
However, the Draenei disregarded all of this, blindly supporting their leader and never questioning whether he could make mistakes. So the generals mobilized a group of elite troops to attack the Throne of Naaru.
Naruvolos never imagined this day would come. It stared in disbelief as a group of Draenei charged towards it, their holy-glowing warhammers raised high and their sharp swords leaving streaks of gold.
Before Volos could even ask what was going on, he was blasted to pieces. With Volos's death, Exodar lost its power supply and was plunged into darkness.
With a hissing sound.
In the darkness, a tiny green glow appeared, growing brighter and brighter until it illuminated everyone's face.
After killing Naruwros, the Draenei lost all their Holy Light power; this green light was the power of fel energy, originating from their leader Rakish.
With the Naaru dead, the Draenei had no way out. Rakeesh said triumphantly:
"With the traitor O'ros dead, the Army of the Light will not let us go. For the future of the Draenei, we have no choice but to join the Burning Legion. The Burning Legion is the end of the Draenei's wandering journey."
With a whoosh, a group of Draenei knelt on the ground, expressing their loyalty to their leader:
"Great leader, we are willing to listen to your guidance and forever support your wise decisions."
Rakeesh felt utter contempt. A bunch of foolish Draenei, they deserved their fate. Just wait to become nourishment for the Legion's Forge of Souls.
Suddenly, a familiar thought came to Rakeesh's mind.
The Burning Legion, Archimonde, and Kil'jaeden, did not also serve as leaders for 25,000 years.
How much stronger were these high-ranking generals compared to the Draenei elders and generals in the face of these two great leaders?
Rakeesh finally understood why Kil'jaeden's Argus Demon Legion was Pain Suppression the Cute Pet Legion.
History never learns lessons, nor does it learn lessons from its enemies.
Rakeesh smiled helplessly, activated the Legion Beacon, and soon a massive Legion Portal appeared in the center of Exodar. The Draenei had wandered for 25,000 years, finally reached their Destiny home.