At the same time, near the ruined guard tower, Fordring was having intense negotiations with Thrall's strategist Eitrigg.
"Fording, although you were once a minion of the despicable and insidious Orgrimmar, fortunately the savior Thrall is magnanimous. He is willing to let you and your Hearthglen go. He only needs a small request. Half of the population of Hearthglen.
As well as your young wife and son, the orcs need your devotion in order to save Azeroth's salvation."
"What are you talking about?" Fording was stunned and asked angrily: "How could there be such an unreasonable request?"
"Haha! Fording, you have no other choice."
Eitrigg said gloomily: "We orcs are a noble race and the saviors of Azeroth. Why, in order to protect Azeroth, you are not willing to sacrifice your humble wife and children?"
"What does this have to do with saving Azeroth?"
Fording was furious. Faced with such an unreasonable request, anyone would burst into anger.
"Fording, you have to be careful with your words. We orcs are the saviors of Azeroth. Are you doubting the prophecy of the Guardian? We are noble orcs. You humans are all despicable and deserve to die. You should be grateful to Thrall, the savior.
You should be grateful for the kindness given to you. Without us orcs, Azeroth is destined to be destroyed."
"No! No, Lord Guardian is not wrong." Fording realized that he had said something wrong, and his tone flinched: "But, my wife and children are just ordinary human beings, and they do not need to pay the price of sacrifice.
"
Eitrigg felt Fording's cowardice, and he became more and more proud. He continued to be aggressive, put pressure on Fording, and asked with a wide grin:
"Why, isn't it your honor to use the flesh and blood of your wife and son to warm the stomach of the savior? How can Thrall, who is hungry and hungry, save the continent of Azeroth?"
"No matter what, I will never agree to such an unreasonable request." Fording was angry. He could not let his family be harmed. This was his bottom line.
Eitrigg felt proud that he had successfully angered Fordring.
Although this was not the best ending he wanted, it was still a good outcome.
Guardian Medivh wants to retain some humans on the land of Lordaeron, mainly the territory of the Silver Hand generals. After all, they have made contributions, and this is what Medivh promised them.
But Thrall doesn't think so. In order to avoid future troubles, he wants to destroy all humans.
As long as Fording is successfully angered and becomes the enemy of the orcs, then destroying Hearthglen will be justified, and the guardian Medivh can't say anything.
This is Thrall's great wisdom, using all conspiracies to reduce the number of humans.
Of course, the best ending is for Fordring to sacrifice the people of Hearthglen in exchange for the survival of his family. For a lord to do this on his own initiative is a sign of high consciousness.
Then Medivh, as the guardian, has nothing to say.
The weak have no choice, destruction is justice.
"Hehehe, Fording, haven't you understood the situation clearly?"
Eitrigg took a step forward, suddenly grabbed Fording's neck, and slapped him so hard that several of Fording's teeth flew out and half of his face swelled.
"You are not qualified to negotiate terms with us orcs."
Eitrigg grabbed the stunned Fording, pressed his face to the ground, and rubbed it hard: "Fording, put away your cunning heart. In the eyes of us orcs, this has no value at all. We
The orcs only care about profit."
"You probably don't know how important I am to Thrall. As long as I say one word, all your efforts and compromises will be in vain, and Hearthglen is doomed to be destroyed in your hands." Eitrigg stepped on Furong hard.
Din's head.
Fording heard that Eitrigg was asking for a bribe.
"What do you want?" Fording, who did not dare to be an enemy to the orcs, asked patiently and with difficulty.
"What I want is..." Eitrigg said in Fording's ear.
After hearing this, Fording's head roared: "Are you a demon? Eitrigg."
"Haha, history is always written by the victors. No matter what I have done to humans, it doesn't matter. The stupid descendants will only admit lies and think that I am the noblest orc, second only to the savior Thrall. And you, Fu
Din, you and your people of Lordaeron will be the scourge of this world, destined to be infamy for thousands of years and be reviled by thousands of people. In your eyes, am I not noble? Fordring!"
"Fuck your nobility." Fording finally couldn't bear it any longer. He jumped up and punched Eitrigg.
Eitrigg touched his broken face and looked at Fording with contempt as he drew his sword.
"Do you want to be the enemy of the orcs? Do you want to be the enemy of Azeroth? Do you want to destroy the world, Fording, you shameless sinner, despicable world destroyer, you will definitely pay the price for your crimes.
"
Eitrigg is not afraid of old Fordring. He knows that this person is old enough and one of the first five paladins who founded the Silver Hand. In fact, he is a complete parallel importer, and his strength is no more than his own.
He grabbed the battle ax that had been prepared and carefully circled Fording.
Fording rushed over in a panic, his anger deforming his moves. Eitrigg easily dodged Fording's first round of attacks and continued to provoke Fording's mind with words:
"Fording, you human beings are not worthy of living in Azeroth at all. When you had the opportunity to eliminate us, you chose mercy. It is really childish and ridiculous. What is even more tragic is that even if Lordaeron
The destruction will not allow you to learn enough lessons, so perish, poor human beings."
Eitrigg raised his battle ax and slashed at him, leaving Fording exhausted. It was unwise to wrestle with an orc. Fording quickly paid the price for his panic. The battle ax scratched his chest, bringing with it a streak of dismay.
It's a deep wound,
Blood splattered.
The pain made Fording's mind clear for a moment, and he finally realized that the orc was deliberately irritating him.
Years of experience in the war brigade allowed Fording to gradually calm down. He knew very well how to fight with an orc veteran and how to use the continuous power of the Holy Light to deal with him.
If it were on the battlefield, the explosive orcs would easily win, but this was a one-on-one duel, and the Holy Light's powerful battery life showed its advantage.
Fording's long sword glowed with golden light, and the wound on his chest was slowly healing.
He was not in a hurry to fight the orcs directly. He used the power of the holy light to consume the orcs' physical strength.
Several waves of turbulent attacks by the orcs were resolved by Fording using his experienced experience. Eitrigg felt Fording's will. Although his strength was not strong, his rich combat experience made up for his shortcomings.
"You are tired, orc." This time it was Fording's turn to disturb Eitrigg's mind.
After all, Eitrigg is old, and it is difficult for him to enter a violent state. Even if he becomes violent, his power is limited.
At the moment when Eitrigg was panicking, Fording seized the time to launch an attack, gathering all his strength to attack fiercely. Eitrigg's strength weakened and it was difficult to resist. He retreated step by step. Fording pressed forward step by step.
, performed a clever blow and hit the orc's thigh.
The orc groaned and accidentally stepped on the empty space. He fell into the dirt and the middle door opened wide.
Fording was about to step forward to end the orc's life, but the concerns in his heart made him hesitate.