After Mulgore left, Elemental Lord Modrok asked in a low voice: "Hagra, do you really believe what Mulgore said?" Hagra felt that her mind was confused and this was beyond her understanding, so she said honestly
:"I have no idea."
Mo Zhuoq analyzed seriously:
"Tirion Fordring is obedient to Thrall. If he joins the team, Thrall will not even need to waste the enslavement scroll. Thrall's alliance will grow, which is not good for us."
Hagra thought for a while: "If Fording refuses, Anachronos will leave the team sooner or later, and Thrall will be left alone."
Modrok gritted his teeth and said: "As soon as we crack the slavery scroll, I will trample him into a pulp without anyone noticing. No one will know that I did it."
Hagra took a deep breath: "Okay, I understand, I will let Fording refuse to join the team."
Since he gained the great reputation of slaying the Lich King Arthas, Tirion Fordring knew that he had made too many enemies and did not dare to return to the Eastern Kingdom, so he could only stay in the ice and snow of Northrend.
Thrall's arrival gave Fording hope.
Like all successful people who have achieved fame, Fording also has the dream of immortality in his heart. He is not willing to age and die like this. He dreams of becoming the guardian Aegwynn. At the worst, he wants to learn from Merry and live for thousands of years.
The greatest paladin in the world, after defeating the Lich King Arthas, he gradually became unnoticed and secretly wanted to become a lich in the corner.
Unfortunately, Fording, who possesses the powerful power of the Holy Light, cannot use the Lich's spells, which makes Fording crazy.
Although the Holy Light is good, it cannot last forever.
Thrall's arrival made Fording ecstatic, and he knew that his opportunity had come.
"Haha, my loyal servant Fordring, since the last time we said goodbye, every time I think of the arduous journey of conquering the Lich King, it always makes my heart surge, and I miss that torturous but beautiful time."
With a false smile, Thrall opened his big mouth and bit Fording, tearing off a bloody chunk of flesh from his left shoulder, with the bones exposed.
Fording grimaced in pain and hurriedly used the Holy Light to heal him.
"Great savior Thrall, I miss you all the time." Fording said humbly with cold sweat on his forehead.
Sal chewed the meat, nodded and said:
"Meat with the taste of Holy Light makes people miss it. Azeroth is facing life and death. We need to enter the Twilight Trial, kill the evil Twilight believers, and get back a treasure. Fording, this is a great adventure, so-called
The Twilight Trial is a place that does not belong to our world... Haha, Hagra, come and explain to Fording."
Hagra looked at Fording with admiration and said in a clear voice:
"Fording, you have always been my idol. To be honest, I had no confidence in this adventure. The enemies we faced were very terrifying. Until I met you, I felt that I had a backbone. Everyone knows that Fording is good at creating miracles.
.”
Thrall knew the outspoken Hagra, so he didn't think much about it, but Fording felt a "thump" in his heart.
He knew how his so-called "miracle" came about, and he also knew more about the strength of those present here. The Elemental Lord Mordrak and the Windbinder Hagra were all strong men that he was not sure of defeating.
"The Twilight Trial is a broken flow of time and space, the remnants of the destruction of a parallel world. It can be said to be a small world..."
Hagra introduced the Twilight Trial eloquently. In front of Thrall, Hagra avoided the important points and described the enemies he would face. Killing them was as simple as mowing the grass, as if it was a beautiful spring outing.
Fording, who was in a confused mood, didn't listen to a single word. He kept a fake smile on his face and nodded occasionally, seeming to listen very seriously.
That night, Fording held a banquet to entertain Thrall. Many soldiers from the Silver Northern Expedition volunteered their lives and grilled themselves until they were fragrant, charred on the outside and tender on the inside. They became the staple food at the banquet.
Thrall was drunk and went to rest with the help of several Silver Crusaders. Anachronos also ate a lot of meat and fell asleep at the banquet.
Hagra the Windbinder didn't drink at all. He simply ate a few pieces of bread and drank a bowl of vegetable soup. He always maintained an expressionless face, which made Fording's suspicion become more and more serious.
After the banquet, Fording secretly visited Hagra.
"I am Thrall's most loyal servant, even more loyal than Eitrigg." Fording introduced himself politely: "We are all fighting to save the world. I just want to know the real situation. The Holy Light has given me We have courage, but also teach us to fight with wisdom.”
Hagra's expression became serious and he took out a drawing that he had prepared long ago.
"The Twilight Trial, as its name suggests, is a terrible place of judgment, the base camp of Twilight believers. Archbishop Benedictus is different from Kor'gall. He understands all the power components of Azeroth, especially the Holy Light. .”
Hagra took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"I heard that Benedictus is an ascetic priest, which means that all the holy light in the Twilight Trial obeys his deployment, and the power of the Naaru cannot penetrate. Fording, you must be prepared in advance. , infuse enough holy light into the Ashbringer."
"Damn it, Sal actually harmed me."
Fording cursed secretly, after all, the Ashbringer is just a weapon, and the Holy Light it carries is limited. If you go deep into the enemy's base camp, you will inevitably experience many battles. Once the Holy Light is exhausted, the consequences will be disastrous.
"If there is no holy light, I can deal with two kobolds at most."
Fording's expression did not change, but deep down in his heart there was already a huge wave, and he was frightened.
Hagra tilted his head and said: "Thall's plan is to sneak in secretly, get the things and leave, but I know that this is impossible. In a small world with limited space, Twilight believers must run it like It's like an iron barrel, with lots of magic set up as a warning."
Fording asked gloomily: "So the only way is to rush in quickly, get the things before the enemy can react, and then evacuate as quickly as possible."
Hagra nodded: "The power of my strong wind can quickly tear apart the enemy's defense line. Morchuk's trample can hold back large groups of enemies. Mulgore's strength is unfathomable. It should not be difficult to retreat after getting the items, but the only thing There is a shortcoming.”
"You mean Thrall?" Fording frowned.
Hagra said seriously: "The great savior Thrall cannot allow any mistakes, so there must be someone to cover his retreat, and he will not hesitate to sacrifice his life for him if necessary."
"So this person is me, and I am the most suitable person for the power of Holy Light." Fording just wanted to curse.
Hagra once again showed an expression of admiration: "Fording, you are my idol. I believe you can complete the mission and die to save the great savior. Only then will your life be valuable."
Fording was full of righteousness and said impassionedly:
"In life, I am a slave of the orcs, and in death, I am a forgotten member of the tribe. I will continue to protect the orcs. For the great savior, I, Fording, will never give up. This is my honor, my belief, and my philosophy of life."
Hagra was so moved that he almost cried. Fording strode away with a look of death on his face.
It was already noon the next day after Thrall woke up. Soldiers from the Silver Northern Expedition were already waiting to report to Thrall that Azeroth was in crisis, and Fording rushed there overnight.
"What crisis, why have I never heard of it?" Thrall asked doubtfully.