Herad was utterly speechless at Prophet Velen's insistence on playing hide-and-seek with the demon army.
Shaking off the demon army once and for all, or finding a way to destroy them, was what any normal person should have done.
Yet that eccentric old fellow refused to fight and never ran very far.
He simply kept letting the demon army trail far behind him.
He even said this would keep the strongest enemies occupied and give the other refugees a chance to escape.
But all the Draenei put together might not have been worth as much as that old fellow!
After all, demigod status was not something one could attain under normal circumstances.
Even after training for thousands or tens of thousands of years, mortals could not break through that final barrier.
Otherwise, with the Night Elves being immortal and the High Elves so long-lived...
Even if demigods were not everywhere, they should at least have produced eighty or a hundred of them.
When Archimonde came knocking, a single concentrated volley would have finished him off.
Yet the Night Elves only had Malfurion, who spent year after year sleeping in the Emerald Dream.
He was their sole example, and even he might have received special coaching from the Green Dragon Queen, Ysera.
As for the High Elves, they had never produced a true demigod.
They did have artificial demigods.
But those were merely war machines and did not mean much.
So Prophet Velen was undoubtedly very gifted.
He had become a demigod-level priest through his own talent, and even the Naaru shamelessly insisted on following him when they met him.
At present, after Azeroth's World Soul, he was the one the Burning Legion most wanted to eliminate!
His old buddies, Archimonde and Kil'jaeden, were especially fixated on taking his head.
But