In the secret room, Aman'Thul drank tea quietly and asked: "Baron, how do you think we should solve it?"
A fierce light flashed in the Baron's eyes: "The cost of transporting supplies from Draenor is too high, we can't afford it. Orcs need to eat meat, and their consumption is too great, so we might as well kill them all."
Aman'Thul laughed: "Your idea is very good. If King Terenas had your courage back then, there wouldn't be so much trouble."
Putting down the teacup, Aman'Thul smiled and said: "But this is just a mortal's knowledge. I have a better way. The light-forged orcs are still useful. As long as they are still alive, they will not anger the moon god Elune."
The Baron was baffled and could not understand the relationship between the light-forged orcs and the moon god.
Aman'Sul took out a drawing and handed it to the Baron: "If you build it like this, if you work overtime, it should be completed within three days. The location will be at the Kaolin intersection."
The baron carefully looked at the building on the drawing. It was not difficult to complete it in three days, but he could not see the purpose.
Aman'Thul waved his hand and said: "No need to ask anymore, now you have to tell everyone that the great Fordring is willing to sacrifice himself to save Azeroth."
The Baron was confused again. What does this building have to do with Fording?
Three days later, the Kaolin intersection project was completed on schedule.
The Silver Northern Expedition dug a large pit until the groundwater gushed out, and built several stone houses on the edge of the pit. I really couldn't figure out what the use was.
When the day came, Fording was locked in a luxury carriage and rushed to the Cowling intersection under the escort of the baron. Soldiers and family members of the Silver Northern Expedition gathered on both sides of the avenue, shouting Fording's name loudly.
Although Fording was defeated and lost his freedom, his reputation is still resounding.
The baron sat next to Fording, occasionally opening the curtain and waving to the people on Fording's behalf.
Fording was very unhappy. It had always been his right to accept the cheers of the people, but now he could only sit in the carriage like a puppet.
"Where are you taking me?" Fording asked uneasily.
The Baron smiled and said: "Fording, this is your most glorious moment. The people in the Plague Land know that you have to make sacrifices for Azeroth."
"Sacrifice? You want to kill me." Fording turned pale with fear.
The Baron shook his head: "The people will not agree. Don't worry, Fording, you will always live in the hearts of the people."
The carriage stopped at the intersection of Kaolin, and people gathered not far away to watch. Under the escort of the baron, Fording got off the carriage.
Seeing Fording's old and stubborn face with their own eyes, the people were so excited that tears filled their eyes, and some girls even fainted from excitement.
"I am willing to die just to let Fording look at me." A beautiful woman trembled.
The baron took a look and recognized the girl. His father and brother were fed to the orcs by Fording and died miserably. This strengthened the baron's determination.
After ascending to the high platform, the baron gave a speech in front of the public:
"Azeroth is in trouble. Without great heroes, we would have been destroyed long ago. Tirion Fordring, the leader of the Silver Crusade, the savior of Azeroth, and the greatest hero, defeated evil with his own hands.
Lich King, please allow me to say to Fording on behalf of everyone: Thank you for your hard work."
The baron bowed and saluted, Fording responded with a wry smile, which was uglier than crying.
The Baron continued: "Evil threatens Azeroth. Deep underground at the intersection of Kaolin, there is a terrible source of evil hidden. If this monster comes out, Azeroth will be destroyed. In order to save Azeroth,
Lars, the great Tirion Fordring is willing to sacrifice himself to seal this terrible monster."
Everyone looked into the pit and saw bubbles emerging from the water at the bottom. Many people were trembling with fear.
Fording's face turned pale. He didn't want to die for Azeroth. He wanted to say this was a lie, but unfortunately a force controlled him and made him unable to make a sound.
"I am very touched by Fording's dedication. The evil is already ready to move. Let's get started."
The baron managed to squeeze out a few tears, but before he could finish his words, he heard an angry roar coming from the bottom of the pit.
The onlookers were so frightened that they fled in all directions. The brave soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition stood in a circle around the pit and cast the Holy Light spell together.
Black gas billowed out from the bottom of the pit, and a huge monster gradually took shape. Countless tentacles snaked like snakes, and evil eyes scanned the earth.
"This is the power of the ancient gods." Fording was so frightened that his legs became weak.
The power of the holy light condensed into a golden net, covering the evil monster. The monster's tentacles kept struggling, trying to break free.
The Baron smiled lightly and said: "Fording, the time has come to devote your life to Azeroth."
"I don't want to die, I am the spokesperson of the Holy Light." Fording made his final plea.
"Precisely because you are the spokesperson of the Holy Light, this position is the most suitable for you." came a voice, it was Aman'Thul disguised as "Amado".
Aman'Thul pointed at the monster in the pit and sneered: "My formation can ensure that the Holy Light is continuously transmitted into your body. You are a living Holy Light receiver. This monster looks scary, but it relies on the Holy Light."
If the power of light grows, from now on, there will be no shortage of food in the Plague Land."
"The Eternal Flesh One!"
Fording was trembling with fear. How could Fording not know the tragic fate of Medivh and his son?
"It was you, it was you who taught Thrall how to create the Eternal Flesh One." Fording pointed at "Amado" and said loudly.
Aman'Thul laughed:
"Yes, I am the variable in this world. Fording, after you took over the old branch of the Silver Crusade, you deceived the humans of the Stormwind Kingdom, the dwarves of Ironforge, and the trolls in the forest in the name of saving Azeroth.
The Silver Northern Expedition became the army rations of the orcs. History calls it the flesh and blood trade. I changed everything. Go ahead, Fording, those who cannibalize people will always eat them. You deceived innocent people and were eaten by orcs. Now, you have become
Orc food, you will suffer forever."
"No, no, I was wrong, please spare me."
It's a pity that Fording couldn't struggle. Under the control of Aman'Thul, Fording walked step by step towards the monster in the pit.
The golden holy light surrounded Fording and turned into countless sealing symbols. The onlookers burst into tears. Under their eager gaze, Fording jumped into the pit "desperately".
"For Azeroth."
Fording's final roar pierced the sky, bright holy light rose into the sky, and the monsters in the pit roared unwillingly.
The golden light gradually extinguished, and a huge mountain of meat appeared in the pit. The golden light was like a roasted ham, and it exuded an alluring aroma.
Aman'Thul smelled the fragrance and nodded unconsciously:
"Compared to the Eternal Flesh condensed by the power of the ancient gods, the flesh and blood transformed by the power of the Holy Light is more delicious. Fording, your dedication is very valuable."
The baron breathed a sigh of relief and whispered: "The food problem has finally been solved."
Aman'Thul smiled and said: "You think this is the end, no, our great cause has just begun."