Velen approached Yrel, his face covered in dust and his hair disheveled.
At this moment, he was no longer a wise man of the Draenei, but simply a senior, an old man.
"Yrel, forget all of this. Hatred will make us lose our way and our minds."
Yrel raised her head, her teeth clenched, her eyes flashing with anger and resentment.
"Prophet, you taught us to believe in the Holy Light from childhood. First, the Orcs desecrated our sacred relics, and you said it was the will of the Naaru. Later, the Orcs seized our land, and you said it was a test from the Holy Light. Now, Ner'zhul has abducted our people, and what have you done? You just pitifully beg the Holy Light for prophecy."
"Prophet, open your dim eyes and look carefully at all this."
Yrel shouted loudly, and the corpses of the Draenei were carried out of the house. Most of them were pitiful old, weak, sick, and disabled. The corpses were laid side by side, waiting for the purification of the Holy Light.
"When the innocent lose their lives, when the weak are slaughtered, where is the Holy Light you believe in?"
The Prophet Velen shook his head, slowly reaching out and pressing his hand against Yrel's forehead.
The emotionally charged Yrel was instantly frozen in place, as if she had lost her sense of self.
Her expression gradually Tranquility and became serene, the hatred slowly disappearing from her eyes.
"Remember, Yrel, your sister died in an accident; she fell off a cliff and died."
"Yes, my sister fell off a cliff and died." Yrel repeated the Prophet's words with a blank expression.
Robbie and Vanessa arrived in Embaari Village just in time to witness this scene, and both of them showed expressions of surprise.
Vanessa tried to step forward to stop him, Robbie quickly pulled her back and shook his head.
After all, this is a matter for the Draenei; it's not appropriate for outsiders to get involved.
Vanessa gritted her teeth and finally managed to hold back.
Maldra bowed her head and knelt on the ground.
Looking at the row of Draenei corpses, no one was more wounded than him. He thought of the fall of Shattrath City in Outland, the terrible massacre, and his poor, miserable sister.
This double torment left him looking emaciated.
Robbie sat down next to Maldra, the tall Draenei trying to curl up as if he wanted to shrink himself into a ball.
"Is Velen healing Yrel?" Robbie asked, frowning, feeling that this didn't seem like normal magic.
"Velen's Holy Light Edict," Maldra replied listlessly. "It's a wondrous seed of Holy Light; it will take root, sprout, and spread its leaves, its robes carrying far and wide, infecting those around it. Before long, the Draenei of Embaari Village will forget tonight's sorrow and continue living their carefree lives."
"Holy Light has this effect too?" Robbie was surprised; he'd really learned something new.
"The Holy Light is more wondrous than you can imagine."
Maldra smiled bitterly, "We Draenei have wandered the stars for thousands of years, and have only been hunted by the Burning Legion a handful of times. Most of the time, we've been driven away by natives who are far less advanced than us. Velen's Holy Light Edict have led us to direct all our hatred towards the Burning Legion. You see, we've almost forgotten how to fight back."
"Yrel, go back and get a good night's sleep. The Holy Light will guide you on your path." Velen was particularly exhausted from the continuous casting of spells; his face looked much older.
"Yes, Prophet." Yrel bowed respectfully to the Prophet.
"I deeply apologize for your disrespect; I shouldn't have raised my voice to question you. However, I will not forget my hatred, Prophet; your Holy Light Edict have no effect on me."
Velen stared at Yrel in disbelief.
Maldra suddenly stood up, a look of surprise on her face.
This is a miracle.
For thousands of years, the Holy Light Edict of Velen have never been wrong.
"Without the Holy Light Edict, how will you heal the wounds in the hearts of the Draenei, Prophet?" Yrel questioned her teacher.
Velen's body swayed slightly; he truly didn't know how to answer.
Yrel picked up her sister's body and walked past Velen without any hesitation.
For thousands of years, Velen never doubted himself.
But in that brief moment, Velen's resolve wavered.
"Perhaps Archimonde and Kil'jaeden made the right choice," Velen murmured to himself.
No matter how many hardships and difficulties people face, they still have to live on.
When Robbie and Vanessa returned to the Lunarfall, many tents had already been set up at the Brotherhood's fortress.
The Brotherhood's refuge was well-built and contained the most food and other necessities.
Hogger was shouting and busy directing the People's Army soldiers to carry up food, drinks, and other supplies.
"It's just a minor setback, nothing to the Brotherhood." Having weathered many storms, Hogger remained unconcerned. "There's no hope for Theramore's reconstruction; our Brotherhood's fortress will soon be rebuilt."
Theramore will not be rebuilt because the Horde will not allow it.
Thrall, who constantly preached peace, prevented Jaina from seeking revenge on Orgrimmar, but he would not mercifully allow Theramore to be rebuilt.
How can I allow others to sleep soundly beside my bed?
Orcs' xenophobic tendencies are remarkably consistent.
However, the Lunarfall can be rebuilt.
The Brotherhood officers had seen it all before and took it all in stride.
One of the lodgers was weeping and wailing, while Luobo'an sat on the ground, burying his face in his hands and sobbing.
"Why save me? I'm just a piece of trash. I'm a waste of food just by being alive. You might as well let me die."
Standing to the side Chen Stormstout, the Pandaren shaking his head regretfully. "The Night Elf Druid who could turn into a rabbit is dead. The situation was too urgent; I could only save one."
Robbie went over, patted Luobo'an on the shoulder, and offered some words of comfort.
Chen Stormstout, with his eyes closed and his voice low, said to Robbie:
"Remember, this is a crushing defeat for the Alliance. The culprit is the Void Mage of the Shadowmoon Clan. We have lost. The Guardian is merciful; we must maintain a unified narrative in the Lunarfall and ensure there is no room for gossip."
"What are you talking about, Pandaren?" Robbie couldn't take it anymore. Like Velen's Holy Light Edict, Chen Stormstout also chose to deceive himself and forget.
"Hatred is endless, and we can't do anything to the Guardian," Chen Stormstout said with a bitter smile. "The only option is to play dumb and keep a low profile. Medivh is the Guardian, but unfortunately, he only protects the Horde and the Orcs."
Robbie stepped forward, grabbed the Pandaren by the collar, and questioned him:
"Have you always maintained this attitude towards the Horde and the Orcs?"
"What else can we do?" Chen Stormstout grinned coldly. "Want to resist? Look at Demon Hunter 'Illidan Black Temple, look at the Lich King on the Frozen Throne, look at Deathwing's Black Dragonflight. They've all disappeared. Medivh won't allow any force that threatens his safety to exist."
"There is no good or evil in this world, only weakness is the original sin," Chen Stormstout remarked with a sigh.
"Accept your fate."