Chapter 144: The past of the hand of the pig's trotter
Fording was sleeping, and scenes of the past passed before his eyes, just like yesterday.
He remembered the time when he had just joined the Silver Hand, the fascinating cathedral, the ornately carved altar, the stained glass windows, and the neat rows of large white candles.
On one side were the battle priests from the North County Monastery, wearing white robes.
On one side are the Silver Hand paladins wearing battle armor.
With sincere smiles, they blessed themselves together and held a consecration ceremony for this newly joined comrade.
Fording still remembers the portrait of a warrior in front of the stained glass of the church, wrapped in golden light, with an emperor-like face and temperament, holding a huge warhammer in his right hand, and holding a book in his left hand. The name of the book is:
"Defend glory with blood."
At that time, Fording's heart was full of hope, and he longed for glory and light.
Going back more than a dozen generations, the Fordring family has always been the lord of Hearthglen. He inherited this glorious position from his father's generation and clearly understood his responsibilities and obligations.
The lord is supported and loved by the people, and must also assume the responsibility of defending the territory.
He has always fulfilled this responsibility very well, using wisdom and bravery to neutralize or defeat enemies that are detrimental to Hearthglen.
Until the appearance of the orcs.
Fording longs for the power of the Holy Light, hoping to defeat the orcs and protect his homeland.
"By my blood and my glory, I swear."
Under the recommendation of his old friend Saidan Dathrohan, he gloriously joined the Silver Hand, and the sanctification ceremony successfully allowed him to gain the power of the Holy Light.
The battle priests and paladins who blessed him back then are probably no longer alive, right?
He couldn't even remember their names.
When did he start to have doubts about the Silver Hand and the Holy Light?
Probably stems from that battle survived!
He no longer remembers the specific time and place of the battle, but he still remembers that it was a tragic battle. Probably due to errors in intelligence, there were more orcs than expected, and the Silver Hand was heavily surrounded.
The correct approach is to withdraw from the battlefield immediately before the orcs close up their formation to avoid unnecessary sacrifices.
However, Fording felt a rush of hot blood rushing to the top of his head. Justice and glory were lost in his eyes. He tightened the reins of his horse and rushed towards the powerful orc army regardless of his life.
Unfortunately, and fortunately among misfortunes, his horse tripped over something, and he fell off the horse, rolled down the cliff, and passed out.
When he woke up and climbed the cliff with great difficulty, he found that there was only a piece of human bones left on the battlefield.
The loss of a young life is tragic and tragic.
"Why don't you leave?"
Tirion Fordring asked this question, are all the commanders of the Silver Hand idiots?
Why would he bravely rush towards the orcs even though he knew he was going to die? He was questioning himself, feeling that there was a force in the dark that was affecting his will. He should have chosen a more rational battle strategy.
Fording knew where to look for answers.
A pot of fine wine that had been collected for many years successfully made Saidan Dathrohan, Fordring's Silver Hand introducer, drunk.
"That's Uther's aura of courage. Are you saying that the orcs feed on Uther? Haha, Uther is a big idiot who doesn't know how to use soldiers at all. He exchanged the lives of young soldiers for his own glory. Who let him?
He was protected by the Naaru, and the Holy Knights who dared to oppose him were all relieved of the Holy Light by him."
Saidan Dathrohan patted Fording on the shoulder and said mysteriously:
"Remember, learning to focus on the aura can effectively resist the aura of courage. This is the secret to surviving on the battlefield."
At that time, Fording was already quite old and a sane adult.
The hardships and experiences in life have long since made him lose the passion and impulse of youth. He knows that there are some things that he can resist and some things that he can only endure silently.
The aura of concentration allowed him to survive on the battlefield and escape from the arms of death again and again.
He was a wealthy lord, and he had a horse that ran so fast that the orcs couldn't catch up.
Suddenly one day, Fording was surprised to find that he became one of the five founders of the Silver Hand.
The paladins who joined the Silver Hand before him have all become food for the orcs under Uther's tireless feeding strategy. He, the younger brother who joined later, has become one of the oldest seniors.
He has a certain say and can participate in the command of the Silver Hand.
So Fording began to make some suggestions that were not very wise.
"Sir Uther, the terrain here is difficult. We can use the jungle to stage an ambush."
"We are the Silver Hand, the glorious and glorious paladins. We should not engage in intrigues and tricks. We must defeat the orcs openly and openly on the frontal battlefield." Uther voted against it.
After returning in defeat, three thousand brave human soldiers became food for the orcs.
"The orcs are already exhausted. They are exhausted from many days of marching. Taking advantage of the cover of night and attacking them while they are sleeping most soundly, we will definitely be successful. I am willing to be the first to charge."
"We are the Silver Hand, glorious and glorious paladins. Don't engage in some crooked ways. After three days, when the orcs have rested, we will have a fair fight with them and defeat the orcs in an upright manner."
The next night, the camp was attacked by orcs, and five thousand brave human soldiers became food for the orcs.
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From then on, when Fording looked at the clenched fist on the Silver Hand flag, he felt that it was a pig's trotter.
Commander Uther of the Silver Hand is a complete idiot.
The Kingdom of Auckland couldn't stand Uther's stupidity at first. They were worried that their people would be fed to the orcs by Uther, so they chose to surrender to the orcs and opened the passage for the main force of the orcs to pass through. The orcs were able to invade the Human Alliance.
The rear area is the capital of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
This was probably the last time Fording offered advice to the Silver Hand.
"As long as you don't get out, the orcs are good at fighting in the field and not good at attacking cities. The walls of Lordaeron are thick, high and strong, the moat is wide enough, the water is deep enough, and the food reserves in the city are abundant, enough to last for several years, and you can survive for less than three years.
Months, when the food carried by the orcs is exhausted, we will win."
Uther once again rejected Fordring's proposal.
"We are the Silver Hand, the glorious and glorious Paladins. Open the city gate. The Silver Hand will have a vigorous field battle with the orcs. We must muster the courage to face our opponents directly. The Holy Light will protect us.
, achieved a great victory.”
Fifty thousand of Lordaeron's new recruits died on the battlefield, and Lordaeron almost fell into a dangerous situation without any troops to defend it.
Uther successfully fed an entire generation of young adults in Lordaeron to the orcs.
Some people are just so stubborn and don't listen to anyone's advice, yet they have the power.
Since then, Fording has chosen to remain silent.
When it comes to assisting the orcs, Uther defies all opinions.
"The Lord Guardian has received a prophecy. The orcs are the saviors of Azeroth. We must adapt to current events. The people of Lordaeron are evil. They are destined to bring destruction to this world. We must help the orcs eradicate evil."
Fording finally understood the meaning of the name of the book on the left hand of the portrait of the emperor on the church:
"Defend glory with blood."
Shed the blood of innocents and defend your own glory.
The flag of the Trotter's Hand fluttered before my eyes.
Fording woke up from a coma. He heard the children's laughter outside the window and saw his beautiful young wife Calandra, sitting quietly on a large plush chair doing needlework.
This is everything to him, his priceless treasure.
Defending glory with blood! Fording suddenly became enlightened.
He should learn from Uther and dare to shed the blood of innocent people. Hearthglen can actually be abandoned.
For my own home, for my wife and children. (To be continued)