Chapter 1900: The wedding of Fordring and Sylvanas
Anachronos, the son of Nozdormu, sat in front of Fordring with a sword and a golden horse, as if he was not a businessman, but a noble Naaru.
Fording felt an unusual power from his body and suddenly became cautious.
Soon, Fording remembered some rumors and asked in surprise:
"You are the four merchants who came to see King Terenas."
Anachronos looked incomprehensible and remained silent. Velen said arrogantly:
"Fording, you must have heard of Uther! He has a treasure house in Andorhal."
Fording was shocked.
There is no airtight wall in the world. Uther's treasure house was taken away, and the news has long been leaked.
"Who are you?" Fording asked in horror.
Anaclos waved his hand and sneered: "You scared our little Fording. In fact, we are here to help you and help you solve the problem of military rations."
Fording asked in surprise: "Are you willing to hand over Uther's treasure house to me? What is the price?"
Anaclos shook his head: "We can help you solve your logistical problems once and for all, let's see what this is!"
A transparent vial was handed to Fording's hand.
The bottle contained a green liquid, which seemed to be some kind of living creature, rotating around the center of the bottle. Through the bottle, Fording noticed an unknown aura.
"Do you know about undead creatures? Fordring." Anachronos asked.
Fording thought for a long time and replied dryly: "I know a necromancer who has lived for three thousand years."
"One of the founders of the Tirisfal Council, Merry Winterwind." Anachronos raised his eyebrows: "The liquid in this vial can turn your subordinates into undead. From now on, they don't need to eat, and they can also obtain super powers.
Strong combat effectiveness, and unquestionable loyalty.”
Anachronos lied, low-level undead need to eat.
Just like ghouls, they are more interested in fresh living people than rotting corpses.
Who knows about undead creatures? Fording's expression changed. If he could have a powerful undead army, it would only be a matter of time before he could unify Lordaeron.
only......
Fording asked hesitantly: "I am the spokesperson of the Holy Light, and I cannot refuse the Holy Light."
Anaclos chuckled: "Don't worry, manager, the undead can also believe in the Holy Light, undead priests, and even undead paladins."
Although Fording was moved by it, he still felt that there was something fishy about it and could not believe it entirely.
"You guys, let me think about it for a while and make a decision." Fording stood up to see off the guests.
Anachronos did not take back the vial containing the plague, but said politely:
"If you don't believe us, you can find some soldiers to conduct experiments. If you are satisfied, more medicine will be provided. All for the sake of Azeroth."
Sal on the side added:
"Fording, I advise you to accept our help. If you delay for one day, a large number of orcs will die, and Blackmoore will start attacking the shelter in Silverpine Forest."
Fording said loudly: "I, Fording, have made it my mission to save Azeroth, and I will definitely make Blackmoore pay the price."
After parting with Fording, Red curled his lips and said: "This Fording is not fooled."
Anachronos said confidently: "Don't worry, Fording will soon have no choice and will willingly become the Lich King of this world."
Fording stared at the green liquid in the vial, and his ambition to unify Lordaeron and become the king tortured him.
Power, glory, everything that people yearn for seems to be close at hand and within reach.
Sylvanas's heroic figure appeared in his mind, Fording swallowed his saliva, finally made up his mind, and found several subordinates to conduct experiments.
The next day, a messenger came and delivered a fragrant letter.
Fording was surprised to find that it was a letter from Sylvanas, and he hurriedly opened it and read it.
Sylvanas wanted to break off the engagement, this was Fording's first thought.
However, the content of the letter was beyond Fording's expectations. Sylvanas said this:
"Dear Fording, one of my ancestors said that all great men have to go through setbacks. The fiasco in Silverpine Forest is not your fault. At this moment, what you need is care and help. I ask for help.
After hearing the advice of the Sun King, I felt that King Terenas of Lordaeron had prepared a wedding for us yesterday. I am just waiting for your arrival. I am satisfied to be able to stay with the one I love, stay and fly together, and I don’t care if it lasts forever.
Just care about what you once had.
"I will always love you, Sylvanas Windrunner."
Fording was moved to tears. At this time, Sylvanas would never leave her. Who said there is no true love in the world.
Taking a few of his cronies with him, Fording hurried to Lordaeron. The spring breeze brought him joy along the way, and he felt that the sky was exceptionally clear and the air was extremely fresh.
The city gates of Lordaeron were wide open, and not many pedestrians could be seen.
For such an important wedding, Fording did not see the people lined up to welcome it, nor did he see any festive atmosphere.
Fording felt a little surprised.
But when he thought about Lordaeron's depression, the treasury was empty, and even the king couldn't eat enough, Fording could understand.
More importantly, Sylvanas is waiting for him.
Just as he stepped into the city gate, suddenly, the sound of a noose was heard behind him, and the city gate slowly closed.
Fording was confused and felt vaguely uneasy.
Countless soldiers rushed out of the streets and alleys near the city gate, surrounding Fording.
"Oops, this is a trap."
Fording quickly drew out his weapon and shouted:
"Terenas, I had expected it to be you. Why, Blackmoore is still alive, are you going to kill me?"
The sound of gears and chains came from the street corner, and a golden mechanical horse appeared in front of Fording.
Immediately sitting upright was a burly man with a thick beard and his limbs were made of precision machinery.
"Uther!" Fording was stunned.
Just when Fording hesitated for a moment, an arrow flew silently and shot into Fording's left shoulder.
"ah!"
Fording screamed, the arrow was poisonous, his whole right arm couldn't use any strength, and the weapon in his hand fell.
At the city gate, Sylvanas, dressed in military uniform, looked at Fording coldly, with a group of high elf archers behind her.
"Sylvanas, you actually lied to me!" Fording was heartbroken and felt despair.
"Tirion Fordring." Uther smiled sadly: "You are too ambitious. You even want to replace me. This is where you will die."
Fording was sweating in pain. He gritted his teeth, quickly got off his horse, knelt on the ground and begged:
"Lord Uther, I was wrong. Please spare me. If you don't believe me, you can deprive me of the Holy Light."
Uther laughed loudly: "Fording, it's too late for you to wake up. Don't worry, I will definitely feed your body to the orcs."
Sylvanas glared at Fording. This daring old man had no shame in proposing marriage to her.
"Fording, you really make me feel sick." Sylvanas cursed in disgust.
With one command, thousands of arrows were fired, and Fording could only close his eyes and wait for death.
Bang!
A cloud of smoke appeared where Fording was, and the golden holy light blocked all arrows.
Velen used holy light to protect Fording, while Anachronos opened the space channel.
Uther and Sylvanas rushed over.
The smoke dissipated and Fording was gone.
Uther said calmly: "Fording has no way to escape, go to Briar."