Led by Maladaar, the group traveled without obstruction and headed straight to the lower levels of Auchindoun.
Though it lacked the bustle and crowds of the upper surface levels, this was in fact the true heart of all Auchindoun.
In the past, the remains of the Naaru D'ore had been buried here. It was also where the city's shadow energy was most concentrated. On that foundation, the Draenei had built Auchindoun's central holy sanctuary here, along with numerous tombs and laboratories in the surrounding area.
As the Draenei prophet, Velen had naturally been here before, but this time, he saw many things he had never encountered before.
As he walked through a long, broad passageway, he witnessed an astonishing sight through the open door of a room to the side:
The room was filled with crisscrossing conveyor belts and machines of every shape and size.
At one end of the room, a steady stream of metal and other materials was placed onto several conveyor belts.
As the belts moved continuously, these raw materials underwent a series of processes—cutting, reassembly, processing, merging, and assembly—before finally becoming a helmet at the other end of the room.
Velen had seen plenty of those helmets before—they were the standard helmets worn by every warrior in Auchindoun's army.
The helmets were produced at an astonishing rate. By Velen's calculations, as long as the raw materials did not run out, one helmet would be completed every five minutes.
At that rate, this room could manufacture at least twelve helmets an hour. Without accounting for rest, it could produce at least 288 helmets a day.
That might not sound like a great number, but the Draenei population itself was only a little over a hundred thousand. Even with their long lives and exceptional individual qualities allowing nearly