When I returned to Briar, my heart was filled with hatred.
Especially Sylvanas's fooling made Fording furious.
"Sylvanas, Uther, Terenas, you all must die."
Before Fordring could take a breath, the army led by Uther came after him, as well as the soldiers of Silvermoon City led by Sylvanas.
Briar is just a small town and cannot be defended.
Although Fording's army is large, the main force is the Knights of the Silver Hand and the armies of lords from various places.
When they heard that Uther was coming to kill, people were panicked, and no one was willing to sacrifice their lives for Fording.
Uther camped outside the town of Brill and sent people to shout.
It is said that Fordring is a sinner of Azeroth, secretly colluding with Blackmoore, and plotting to kill all the orcs in Lordaeron.
The orcs are in an unprecedented crisis, and all people with lofty ideals in Lordaeron should stand up and fight to protect the orcs.
Thanks to the problem with Uther's slogan, Fordring's soldiers were very disappointed after hearing this and were on the sidelines.
If Uther hadn't mentioned the orcs, Fording's army might have collapsed.
Fording couldn't understand and asked strangely: "Why are the high elves willing to help Uther?"
Anachronos said calmly: "King Terenas ceded the regions of Stratholme and Daronmere to the high elves."
Fording smiled instead of being angry: "Terenas, this old bastard, would rather cede his territory to outsiders than give it to me."
In the large tent of the Chinese army, Fording was dejected and stared at the plague in the vial in front of him.
Anachronos patiently advised: "Fording, Azeroth is in danger, and you have no choice."
Fording gritted his teeth hard: "I have been fighting to save Azeroth my whole life. For the orcs, I am willing to sacrifice everything, even my life."
Recalling Sylvanas's charming face, Fording was cruel and poured the plague into his mouth.
An indescribable force poured into his aging body, and Fording seemed to be young for an instant.
Countless lights and shadows flashed before his eyes, and he clearly felt the power of death.
What's interesting is that the Holy Light did not abandon him. The two completely opposite forces mixed together and actually got along well.
However, his appearance has changed. His hair and beard have fallen out in large quantities, his face is full of wrinkles, and he has become very old.
Anaclos nodded with satisfaction:
"Fording, this is the secret medicine specially prepared for you. You will be the leader of the undead in Azeroth, the invincible Lich King, and you will create new history."
Velen smiled sinisterly and handed over a rune sword.
Fording took the rune sword, and as the runes flickered, he felt countless knowledge pouring into his mind.
"It's great to have such a powerful power. Lordaeron is mine."
Fordring happily took over a large amount of plague from Anachronos and threw it into the water source of Brill.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad stayed at Briar's inn and witnessed Fordring's actions with their own eyes.
Kel'Thuzad checked the plague in the water source, shook his head and said:
"The plague of Anachronos is the lowest kind. All soldiers will turn into bloodthirsty undead creatures. Lordaeron will fall into chaos and become a country of the undead."
Robbie frowned: "In order to stop Blackmore and Anachronos from being so crazy, we must do something."
"The only thing that can stop the plague of the undead is the plague of the undead."
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad acted secretly and also introduced the plague into Brill's water source.
This is an advanced plague developed by the Scourge Legion, a high-level evolution and transition of flesh-and-blood creatures, and advanced undead with self-awareness.
The plague spread quickly, spreading throughout Briel.
Outside the town, Uther and Sylvanas were surprised to find that the entire Brill was shrouded in a layer of dark clouds.
Although it is only early autumn, there is a feeling of biting cold wind, as if we are in the twelfth lunar month of winter.
"Did you feel it?" Sylvanas said uncertainly: "It seems to be the power of the undead. In the early years, the trolls of Zul'Aman once specialized in similar magic."
Uther closed his eyes, the holy light flashed, and a golden eye appeared above his head, looking in the direction of Briar.
"ah!"
Uther let out a scream and covered his eyes hard, and his golden eyes quickly turned black.
"Holy light, I feel the power of death like never before. It's over, quickly retreat to Lordaeron. Damn Fordring, what on earth did he do."
Uther mounted a mechanical war horse and led the army to escape without looking back.
Seeing this, Sylvanas did not dare to stay, and the high elves withdrew to the Darrowmere area.
One night passed, and Uther and Sylvanas disappeared without a trace.
Fording built a high platform in the center of Brill and gave a public speech.
At this moment, Briar's soldiers and civilians all turned into undead creatures and gathered around the high platform.
Anachronos looked at the undead below and suddenly noticed something strange.
This group of undead have clear eyes, clear consciousness, and an appearance that is more exquisite than that of living people. They have only been seen in the high-level undead of the Scourge Legion.
Anachronos realized that something unexpected had happened and winked at Viren and others.
The four of them quietly retreated to a deserted corner, and Anachronos opened the portal to escape.
Fording was still in the dark and gave a passionate speech:
"My loyal soldiers, I have always believed that only the orcs can save Azeroth, and the orcs are the future of Lordaeron. Now, the orcs in the shelter are in danger, and the evil Blackmoore is slaughtering the orcs in an orderly manner.
I believe that the conscientious people of Lordaeron will never agree, and we must fight bravely to protect the orcs."
Fording was elated and prepared to receive warm applause.
However, what he heard was discussion, and a soldier shouted:
"Fording, you are obviously a human, why are you fighting to protect the orcs?"
Fording was stunned for a moment and asked in surprise:
"Don't you think your question is strange? Orcs are noble creatures, while humans are lowly and despicable. Humans are only worthy of being food for orcs. Isn't this a matter of course?"
Another officer said: "Fording, if you want to be food for the orcs, we are willing to make it happen for you."
Fording was furious, and at the same time he felt something was wrong. Didn't it mean that the loyalty of this group of undead did not need to be questioned.
"Absurd. I am the spokesperson of the Holy Light and the savior of Azeroth. My words are the truth. Anyone who dares to refute me will destroy Azeroth and is an unpardonable sin."
The officer shook his head: "Fording, we won't believe your lies. Look at your disgusting appearance, even the orcs won't have an appetite."
"Be brave, I am the great Lich King, your noble leader." Fording took out the rune sword and waved it, only then did he realize that his appearance was different from the others.
The soldiers swarmed up and pushed down the high platform, and Fording fell down.
Countless fists fell on Fording, only to break his bones and tendons. Fording cried out for mercy. Except for his head, all the bones in his body were shattered into powder.
A soldier picked up Fording's rune sword, and a massive amount of undead magic poured into his mind.
Through the connection between the undead, undead magic spread rapidly, and all soldiers benefited greatly.
Some people with outstanding talents quickly mastered the magic of necromancy.
"Put Fordring's head in a box and give it to Terenas." An officer suggested.
"Where should we go from here?" someone asked.
"We are undead and should not compete with the living for land. Northrend, the land of ice and snow, is our country."