Thrall looked at Fording with a ferocious expression, followed by Vol'jin.
Wojin stepped forward and said expressionlessly: "Fording, you left indifferently yesterday, do you know what happened? The media waited around and did not wait for the victorious team to come back, so some people endured
Don’t stop entering Icecrown Citadel to explore.”
Fording was frightened, regretful, and realized that he had made a mistake.
After Icecrown Citadel was completely annihilated, Fording should not stay in Dalaran, but should rush back as soon as possible to clean up the mess as quickly as possible and minimize the impact.
Wo'jin stared at Fording's horrified face and said coldly:
"Shrewd goblins, clever dwarfs, and ubiquitous kobolds. They are not the group of cowards you led. A large number of wreckage was found in Icecrown Citadel. Although no flesh and blood was left, the armor and weapons were still left in place.
It's easy to tell what happened."
Thrall laughed loudly:
"Tirion Fordring, who defeated the Lich King time and time again, was beaten to death by plague rats. Haha, as long as the media is willing, the people of Azeroth will soon know that you are a coward? A vain person.
A waste of false appearances.”
Fording did not expect such consequences. He sat down on the ground and covered his face in pain. He was completely despairing. For Fording, reputation is more important than life.
Wo'jin glanced at Thrall and whispered: "Fortunately, the savior Thrall came forward to help you solve the problem. In the minds of the people, you are still the great leader of the Silver Northern Expedition."
Fording rekindled hope and asked gratefully:
"Lord Savior, how did you convince the media?"
Sal grinned and said cruelly: "I took the simplest method. Dead people cannot speak. Only the big candle Gag was left. He has always been very tight-lipped."
"Kill them all." Fording murmured. Of course, this is not a problem. It can be framed as the work of the Scourge Legion.
Wojin said calmly:
"These media people will die if they die. The key is those nobles and big businessmen. The savior Thrall is willing to come forward to prove that the Scourge still hides great strength. The scouts of the Silver Northern Expedition were deceived and should all be executed. You are just a temporary
Without checking, Alsace was fooled. Although he defeated Alsace, he was outnumbered and failed to protect his subordinates. They died heroically. If anyone is unconvinced, Thrall, the savior, is willing to bear the responsibility."
Fording knew very well who Thrall was and asked in a low voice: "Then what's the price? What's the price?"
Sal clenched his fists and said in a low voice: "Everything."
Fording was dejected. He thought that with his strong financial resources and deep connections, he could escape from Thrall's control when the orcs were weak, but unfortunately everything disappeared.
Not having any qualifications to refuse, Fording could only nod in agreement and listened to Wo'jin's explanation:
"All the income from the Silver Crusade will go to the orcs. In addition, Sylvanas is very interested in the legacy of the Scourge. She wants to enter Icecrown Citadel with you."
"Okay." Fording replied weakly.
Vol'jin continued to add: "There are a lot of traces of magic left in Icecrown Citadel, and Jaina really wants to gain insight into the magical mysteries of the Scourge."
"No problem." Fording replied nonchalantly.
"And King Varian." Vol'jin's face tightened and he said cautiously:
"Varian is not what he used to be. He has a large army under his command, called the Guards. Varian yearns for the Helm of Command very much, but unfortunately he doesn't trust you. He wants to personally steal it from the head of Arthas.
Take off the helmet of dominion."
Fording waved his hand and replied: "Okay."
Vol'jin added again: "King Bronzebeard of Ironforge claims that Frostmourne is the heritage of the dwarves, and this weapon must be returned to its original owner."
Fording closed his eyes and said with a pale face: "I agree to everything."
Thrall nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "Fording, you made the right choice for Azeroth, and the Holy Light will bless you."
Fording left dejectedly, and Thrall's face showed a cruel look:
"Killing and fear, bloodshed and sacrifice will still not make people learn lessons. The stupid alliance and tribe, history will repeat itself again. Only I am qualified to sit on that high throne and enjoy all the glory of this world."
Vol'jin was a little confused. He thought he knew Thrall well enough, but he had been making mistakes in judgment recently, and he felt that Thrall in front of him was becoming more and more unfamiliar.
Stormwind City is bustling with people, and Elwynn Forest is full of people.
As if overnight, the population of Stormwind City and Elwynn Forest increased by hundreds of thousands. As the moonlight rose, the soft moonlight shone on the earth, and everyone accepted it as a matter of course.
The envoy and Medivh stood side by side in the clouds, looking down at the magnificent Stormwind City. Medivh frowned and asked: "Where do these people come from?"
The divine envoy explained with a smile: "They are the people of the Kingdom of Storm, coming from a parallel world."
Medivh bit his lip and asked suspiciously: "Master God Envoy, I think you should understand that too much interference in the parallel world will cause unexpected consequences."
The divine envoy shook his head: "Don't worry, these residents come from a world on the verge of destruction. In that world, the kobold civilization is highly developed and human civilization is struggling to survive. The kobolds created a terrifying weapon that led to the destruction of the entire world."
If the world was on the verge of destruction, moving a large number of people would be a meritorious deed, and its influence would be very small. It could be said to be negligible. Medivh did not understand:
"Why increase the population of the Kingdom of Stormwind? This is equivalent to strengthening the strength of the alliance. Wouldn't it turn them into military food for the orcs?"
The angel looked strange and said:
"This Varian is a war maniac. Although he has been defeated by kobolds many times, he has never been soft on internal suppression. To be honest, I don't understand Luna's approach."
Medivh thought carefully for a while, but also couldn't guess the purpose of Moon God, and said helplessly:
"Thall will definitely not be happy. Now that the orcs are declining, Thrall will have an increasingly difficult time."
The angel said with an indifferent expression:
"Thall will soon obtain the huge wealth of the Silver Crusade, thereby possessing a large number of armies. The strength of the orcs and humans will greatly increase, and Azeroth may enter the era of chaos again."
With Thrall's help, the people of Azeroth once again learned that the Silver Crusade had once again defeated the Scourge, and Fordring had defeated Arthas and fled.
Unfortunately, victory is always accompanied by tragic sacrifices.
In order to save Azeroth, hundreds of nobles and businessmen's children followed Fording's example and resolutely abandoned their luxurious life. They were willing to be ordinary Silver Crusade soldiers and bravely fought against the Scourge. Countless heroic heroes emerged.
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They died tragically, died magnificently, and died gloriously.
Even the descendants of nobles and rich people are like this, willing to sacrifice for Azeroth. What right do ordinary people have to refuse this great honor?
As a result, more and more people were inspired and enthusiastically joined the Silver Northern Expedition.