Aegwynn skillfully deciphered the runes on the communication gem. A bright light emitted from the gem, and a clear magical image appeared in the sky.
In the reflection hall familiar to Jaina, the original god who looked like an orc appeared in the mirror, waving his arms and shouting angrily:
"I ordered Tyran to send the message. Why haven't you taken action yet? The Scourge has almost solved the aging problem. What are you waiting for? Remember, Dranosh is my man. I helped him remove the lich.
The king is in control, obey his orders... Damn it, someone is coming, stop it."
The magical image ended here. Aegwin tilted his head slightly and asked:
"What? There is news coming from Icecrown Citadel?"
Jaina's heart trembled violently and she hurriedly explained:
"It's Tyran, Fordring's son, who has been working undercover in the Scourge. A few days ago, he sent news that the Scourge had found a way to delay aging."
After hesitating for a moment, Jaina added: "Thall takes this matter very seriously, but Fording thought this might be a trick of the Scourge, so he did not take the necessary measures."
Aegwynn knocked on the table angrily: "Jaina, how can you trust a human? Well, we are all humans, but Fording is obviously a fool. Fortunately, it is not too late. There is still time to make amends and attack Icecrown Citadel immediately."
,Cooperate with Delanosh’s actions.”
After King Saurfang suffered a disastrous defeat, Fordring, who was relieved of his command, became even more uneasy, always feeling that something was about to happen.
On this day, Thrall sent a soldier to entertain Fording. Fording did not dare to disobey the order and hurried to Thrall's tent.
Thrall was holding a big banquet and slaughtered five tauren. Vol'jin, Sylvanas, Jaina and others were all there. Everyone was smiling and seemed to be having a good conversation.
"Haha, Saurfang, who overestimated his own capabilities, escaped from Orgrimmar like a lost dog. He heard that he had taken refuge in Doras. Hehe, he still wants to fight me."
Thrall was in a very good mood. When he saw Fording, he picked up a gnawed bone and threw it in front of Fording.
Fordring was extremely grateful, and Thrall rewarded him with bones, which was a great honor in the tribe.
But Fording never expected that this was just a prelude to the coming storm.
Thrall opened his mouth with a ferocious expression: "Fording, I heard that Tyran sent a message a few days ago, saying that the Scourge Legion had found a way to slow down aging. Why didn't you report it to me."
Fording was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
He had obviously reported it to Sal, but Sal didn't care at all.
Thrall showed his fierce look and shouted at Fording: "Do you know how important this news is, it is related to the life and death of Azeroth. Fording, do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Fording hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and cried bitterly: "Sir, it's my fault, please forgive me this time."
Fording, who has rich experience, is quite smart and knows that the consequences of distinguishing will only be worse, so it is better to admit his mistake directly.
Sylvanas walked over and kicked Fording in the head.
The kick was so hard that Fording clearly heard the sound of his skull breaking.
Sylvanas angrily yelled: "I hate this shameless betrayer most, the great savior Thrall. I have reason to suspect that Fording's concealment is clearly colluding with the Scourge."
Wojin also came over and stepped on Fording's thigh hard. Fording's right leg was broken directly. Amidst Fording's screams, Wojin said miserably:
"Fording's crime is unpardonable, and I recommend the death penalty."
Sal chewed a large piece of beef and whispered:
"Forget it, we orcs are merciful, let's give Fording a chance, hang him on the flagpole, and let him confess his crimes in the cold wind of Northrend."
Fording only wore a single piece of clothing and was hung on the flagpole. He was accused of colluding with the Scourge.
The cold wind blew all night, and Fording was almost frozen into a popsicle. Without the protection of the Holy Light, he would have froze to death in this freezing cold night.
Early the next morning, both the Silver Northern Expedition and King Qin's army from Stormwind City saw Fording. The soldiers pointed at him and talked about him.
Fording was hungry and ashamed, and wished he could die immediately.
The coalition forces finally took action. Under the command of Jaina, they marched toward Icecrown Citadel and met Dranosh head-on.
The two sides immediately started a fierce battle. The coalition had an absolute advantage in numbers. Dranosh fought and retreated. After sacrificing hundreds of undead orcs, Dranosh fled wildly and entered a dark passage.
Jaina tacitly commanded the army to follow and soon entered an empty hall.
This is an extremely vast hall that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. It has a high ceiling and is filled with thick dust. It seems to have been abandoned for a long time.
In the center of the hall is a round platform, engraved with magic runes, and Dranosh is standing in the center of the round platform.
Jaina ordered the army to stop temporarily, climbed onto the round platform alone, lowered her voice, and asked in a voice that only two people could hear:
"Dranosh, what is the order of the Primordial God?"
Delanoche grinned, said nothing, and wiped off the dust on the mirror beside him with his sleeve.
The image of the original divine envoy appeared in the mirror, and the original divine envoy said solemnly:
"Jaina, I am locked in the Hall of Reflection and can only talk to you remotely. You must follow my orders. The Scourge used Dranosh's soul to successfully delay aging. Now, they have obtained Dranosh.
The souls of the three brothers Nosh, if the Scourge Legion really succeeds, you will die miserably. There is only one way to destroy the Scourge Legion's conspiracy."
Jaina looked obedient and listened quietly. In fact, she had some doubts in her heart, but she was carrying out Aegwynn's orders.
A qualified subordinate only needs to be able to do things, not a brain that can think.
"Dranosh must be resurrected," the original god's envoy ordered.
Jaina is a little confused, what does this have to do with resurrecting Dranosh?
The original divine envoy seemed too lazy to explain and ordered:
"This altar was built by the Scourge to imitate the pyramid that resurrected Fordring. Unfortunately, they failed and it was abandoned for a long time. It is just used to resurrect Dranosh Jaina. You need to select 10,000 people from your subordinates.
, so that they are willing to dedicate their flesh, blood, and souls to Dranosh."
The Silver Crusade is mainly members of the Alliance, and King Qin's army in Stormwind City are all humans.
Will the Alliance die for an orc? What a fearless spirit of sacrifice.
In an instant, King Terenas, who would rather starve to death than feed the orcs, appeared in front of Jaina's eyes.
Jaina stood on the edge of the circular platform and delivered an impassioned speech:
"The warriors of Azeroth, Dranosh Saurfang, the son of the heroic King Saurfang. He saved the world of Azeroth countless times, but fell because of the sneak attack by the Lord of the Void.
The Lich King was transformed into a natural disaster general. Only by resurrecting him can the evil Lich King be destroyed, but this requires some price. I need ten thousand warriors to dedicate their flesh and souls. Are you willing to receive this great honor?"
A mysterious force lingers in the hall.
Jaina was surprised to find that countless soldiers had tears in their eyes and shouted in unison: