When he met Eitrigg for the second time, Fording specially brought his warhammer.
For most paladins, the warhammer is the more convenient weapon.
Fording rubbed the sacred runes on the head of the hammer and stared at the flickering golden light. He felt frightened. He knew that he must make up his mind.
"This is a critical moment of life and death." Fording warned himself.
Warhammer is Fording's last trump card. Using the warhammer means that negotiations will not go smoothly.
If he really faced that desperate situation, Fordring must quickly kill Eitrigg and flee with his family.
Judging from the current situation in Lordaeron, there is probably not much chance of escaping from the pursuit and interception of the Silver Hand, the Orc Legion, and the Elf Rangers.
Especially with a beautiful wife and young son.
"Holy light bless me, I hope I won't use you today, my old friend." Fording kissed the rune on the hammer head. After decades of living, which was quite a colorful life, Fording had never been so nervous.
The morning fog has not had time to dissipate, and the green grass is covered with crystal dewdrops.
Fording, who was worried, spent several hours walking around the mountain trails, looking at the green mountains and fields, breathing in the fresh air, and his emotions gradually stabilized.
"I don't need to worry too much, I just need to be myself."
Fording regained his courage, rode forward confidently, and stopped in front of the collapsed sentry.
The orc Eitrigg was sitting on a large rock, picking his teeth and discarding cleanly chewed bones.
"It should be the bones of some kind of beast." Fording comforted himself, trying not to look at the shape of the bones.
Fording knew that he was deceiving himself. Hearthglen was a human settlement, so how could there be large beasts?
Seeing Fordring arrive, Eitrigg jumped up impatiently and started yelling.
Eitrigg, who opened his mouth and was about to yell, stopped. He saw the warhammer Fording was hanging on his horse, and at the same time he felt that Fording's aura was obviously different from last time.
Eitrigg is very smart, and it is not a good thing to anger a beast that is in desperate situation, even if it is just a sheep.
Last time, Fording almost killed Eitrigg when he used a long sword that he was not comfortable with. This time he switched to his natal weapon, the warhammer.
Eitrigg felt that his chances of victory were slim.
"How was your reception from Alton?"
Fording asked in a friendly tone as much as possible, without thinking about the unpleasantness last time.
Eitrigg curled his lips and complained: "It's a bit filling, and the taste is not good. The maid in the castle is more delicious. Unfortunately, the quantity is not large, and I have already finished it. It is really a nostalgic delicacy."
"This beast deserves to go to hell."
Although it was expected, Fording still couldn't help but cursed in his heart.
Eitrigg grinned with an afterthought on his face. Fording warned himself to be calm. Before negotiating, he first had to confirm one thing, a very important thing.
"I must know if it was you who rescued me from the falling ruins and led my horse back to the road."
Eitrigg was stunned at first, then looked confused. He couldn't figure out what Fording meant.
"I beat you until you cried for father and mother, wailed for mercy, and almost ate you. I even took off your pants and tried to carve my name on your butt. How could I be kind enough to save you? Did you order it?
Brain, Fording?"
Eitrigg found it particularly funny, and was about to make a few sarcastic remarks in the most mocking tone when he suddenly noticed Fording's expression and saw some flattering meaning.
Is this a special way of surrender for humans? A kind of euphemistic compromise?
The old orc stared at Fording for a while, then nodded: "I did it."
The extravagant hope in his heart was confirmed. Fording let out a sigh of relief and finally relaxed. Eitrigg could save his life, which meant that the negotiation could continue. Fording lowered his head and said as lowly as possible:
"Etrigg, since I went through the last...not-so-pleasant negotiation, after I went back, I thought about it carefully. My wife and children are everything to me, and I can't lose them. In addition,
You can ask for anything."
Eitrigg smiled in victory, this was exactly the result he wanted.
"Tirion Fordring, you have finally awakened, you know? Your good deeds have saved Azeroth. With military rations, we orcs can completely wipe out the remnants of Lordaeron and eliminate the evil people of Lordaeron.
.This is a great personality and a noble quality. All the words of praise in the world are not enough to describe your generosity."
Eitrigg paused, thought for a while, and felt that it was necessary to make appropriate concessions to show the orcs' magnanimity.
"I would like to make a suggestion to Thrall and reserve a hundred, oh, no, fifty households for you. You can choose a good piece of land in Hearthglen. Although you are not a lord, you can still live a prosperous farm.
Lord, don’t worry, we orcs will never treat our benefactors badly."
Is it like King Terenas whose head was smashed by Thrall's hammer? Fordring thought in his heart.
"Thank you, respected Eitrigg, your kindness really touches me." Fording was also thinking, feeling that it was very necessary to please this popular man in front of Thrall, although his request was too much:
"The hundred unborn ones you mentioned last time... This is not a problem. I can definitely help. I have some connections. My friends who are robbers at sea can give me enough gold coins.
It can be done smoothly when plundering the port, it is easy for them."
Eitrigg was overjoyed. He had always had a secret that he couldn't tell, and he heard that there was a special folk remedy that was very effective.
"Fording, you are such a good man, a noble human being. From now on, we are friends. I guarantee you that in addition to fifty households of villagers, you will have your own servants and villas, and all the wealth of Hearthglen.
We orcs take nothing from you, it’s all yours, Tirion Fordring.”
An evil deal was thus finalized.
The two sides discussed some details, such as when the orcs took over Hearthglen, how to process the "military rations", how to cover up the situation without leaving traces, and how to blame these crimes on the undead.
In a harmonious and friendly atmosphere, Fording and Eitrigg both made appropriate concessions and quickly reached an agreement.
The big stone in Fording's heart finally fell to the ground, and the ending was better than expected.
"Race does not represent everything." The satisfied Fording loudly praised: "I know some orcs, they are as respectable as the most noble knights, salute you, noble and respectable Eitrigg."
An evil human being, like the most cruel undead natural disaster, suddenly emerged from the woods.
Barthras walked towards Fording empty-handed. This tall and thin young man didn't even wear armor.
"Master!" Barcellas still remained respectful and saluted Fording meticulously.
"How long have you been here?" Fording asked coldly.
Barthras pointed at Eitrigg: "I have been here since the time this noble orc had breakfast."
"So you heard everything?"
Fording's face was ugly. He was not afraid of the judgment of the world, but what he was most worried about was that his wife and children would know all this. When negotiating with Eitrigg, he particularly emphasized this point and must hide it from his wife.
Son.
Especially I don’t want to be an evil father in the hearts of my children. (To be continued)