Fording, who was hanging upside down on the wooden pole, was filled with regret.
If you had known this, why did you do it in the first place? Why let go of the perfect opportunity.
The winner gets everything, and the loser is doomed. This is a golden rule that has long been written in the history books. If Fording has made up his mind, Thrall will be judged today.
Sal looked at the indignant Silver Northern Expeditionary Army soldiers, his heart was filled with joy, and he said loudly:
"I upheld justice for the Silver Crusade, but was brutally retaliated by Fording. He insidiously poisoned the drinking water and killed the brave orc soldiers. Such an evil Fording was simply the most shameless person in Azeroth.
existence, how should we punish him?"
General Tujan waved his arms and took the lead in shouting: "Kill him!"
"Kill him." The soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition shouted together.
Thrall pretended to be benevolent and came to Fording and asked in front of everyone: "Fording, do you have anything else to distinguish from your accusation?"
Fording, whose tongue was cut off, could not make any sound. Thrall put his ear in front of Fording, pretended to listen to Fording's judgment, and nodded:
"What, you said that the Lich King Arthas will avenge you, Fording, you really disappoint me. Don't even think about using the Lich King to scare the righteous soldiers. It seems that I must comply with the public opinion and let you be punished.
There are punishments.”
Thrall ordered people to burn a pot of boiling oil, and in front of the soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition, Fordring was put into the hot oil and fried.
Watching Fording simmering in hot oil, the officers and soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition let out enthusiastic cheers.
Above the sky, where no one can see, divine envoys and human veterans stand in the sky.
Looking at the farce below, the human veteran shook his head and said:
"This Fordring disappoints me so much. He is so cowardly towards the orcs. No wonder he ended up as he did today. As if he really replaced Thrall, we will definitely support him."
The divine envoy nodded in agreement and said fiercely:
"Fording simply doesn't understand that there can only be one savior. One of him and Thrall is destined to be the one who needs to be put in the frying pan. His kindness to Thrall is Fording's own destruction. Unfortunately, before the Scourge was destroyed, Fording
Ding still has some uses."
The human veteran smiled cruelly and said:
"Don't worry, I have already considered all this and secretly used magic to protect Fording's head. After experiencing such pain, Fording may be able to grow, or he may just give up on himself. I am looking forward to his performance."
The divine envoy glanced at the human veteran: "Then how do you plan to save him? Are you going to admit your mistakes in public?"
The human veteran snorted displeasedly:
"Why is something like an ant worthy of me clearing his name? For the death of the orc soldiers, it is best for Fording to take the blame. You have no idea how meticulous my plan is."
The divine messenger was also kept in the dark about the plans of the human veterans, so he stopped talking.
Fording in the oil pan wanted to die immediately.
It's a pity that Fording was disappointed. The most cruel thing was that his body was being fried in hot oil, but his mind was still clear, and a force protected his head from harm.
This caused Fording to suffer even more torture, until his body was completely blown apart and he lost the ability to convey pain, and his suffering ended.
Sal had a cruel look on his face and sneered:
"Fording, look at your appearance. I thought you were a warrior, but I didn't expect you to be so incompetent. Is the spokesperson of the Holy Light so ridiculous?"
Thrall originally wanted to fry Fordring and let the soldiers of the Silver Crusade share the food, but when he found that Fordring was still alive and his eyes were blinking, he was suddenly frightened.
I'm afraid things are not that simple. Sarna is willing to let the tiger go back to the mountain. With a focused gaze, he hurriedly raised the Doomhammer and was about to smash Fordring's head.
"That's enough, you damn beast!"
I saw an angel descending from the sky, grabbing Sal's head, putting him into a hot oil pan, and frying him repeatedly.
Jaina on the side looked at the divine envoy with a look of horror in her eyes.
Thrall let out painful wails and begged for mercy. Everyone present heard Thrall's miserable howling. In contrast, Fording did not make a sound and was obviously more brave.
It wasn't until Thrall and Fordring exploded into golden brown that the envoy took them out and prepared to send them to the altar of the Burning Legion together to reshape their bodies.
The divine envoy looked at the silent silver Northern Expeditionary Army below, and said firmly: "Although Fording made a mistake, his crime is not worthy of death. Today's matter is over and there will be no further investigation."
Although the officers and soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition were outnumbered, they had no say at all. They were just like watching a play, supporting whichever side had the advantage.
"God makes wise."
It was General Tuyang who took the lead in shouting again.
"God envoys are wise and mighty."
The Silver Northern Expeditionary Army roared with cheers.
The divine envoy was extremely efficient in his work. The next day, Fording and Thrall appeared at the Silver Arena camp again as if nothing had happened.
Thrall is still the great savior, and Fording also continues to serve as the leader of the Silver Northern Expedition. However, Fording has given up on himself since then, addicted to alcohol all day long, and no longer interferes with all matters.
The soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition were even more unfaithful towards Fording, which made Fording even more reluctant to come out to meet people. However, some important ceremonies, such as the Crusaders' trials, needed Fording to preside over them.
General Tuyang thought of a way to find an adventurer who looked exactly like Fording, and carried the Ashbringer on his back to pretend to be Fording, and attend some important occasions in his place.
The silver-white arena proceeds in an orderly manner, with new adventurers joining every day. They first receive various trainings, and then die in various knockout competitions, and their corpses are made into the orcs' military rations.
This is the interface between life and death, and gray is the only color here.
Robbie was walking in the gray forest, where there were countless animal carcasses, maintaining their appearance at the moment of death like statues.
Robbie seemed to be wandering aimlessly, deliberately walking back and forth through the forest.
After confirming that there was no follower behind him, Robbie got into the dark cave. At the bottom of the cave was a dark underground river.
At the entrance of the underground river, Robby left a magic barrier as a warning, then covered his whole body with holy light and entered the dark underground river.
Following the water flow downwards and into a deep well-like cave, Robbie entered a cave full of stalactites.
In the past ten thousand years, many changes have taken place even at the junction of life and death, where time flows extremely slowly.
The strange graffiti and mottled murals on the walls have long since disappeared. Apparently other guests have come here in the past ten thousand years and erased all the murals here.
The power of life and death are entangled here. Ten thousand years ago, the power of death had the upper hand, but now the power of life overwhelms the power of death.
Robbie found some gray plants and strange insects in the corner of the cave. Although they were as motionless as zombies, they were still tenaciously alive.
Walking down the river, Robbie only found the gray-white wooden boat. The mysterious boatman had long since disappeared. Robbie boarded the boat and went down the river.
Robbie wants to meet a mysterious being. Ten thousand years ago, his name was Walking Death, the broken soul of Y'Shaarj, the most powerful ancient god.