The Sunstrider dynasty was the founder of Quel'Thalas and ruled Silvermoon City for thousands of years.
Although Prince Kael'thas became a traitor and fell on the Magister's Platform, and the bloodline of the Sunstrider family was almost cut off, it was still a royal family, so it was not surprising to come up with several sets of epic equipment.
Old Fording did not doubt Robbie's identity. It was really not a good thing to pretend to be the Sun Chaser family at this time, a royal family that had long since declined.
"I can actually meet a member of the Sunstrider family." Old Fording said with a dull expression: "Although it feels very rude, I still want to know, what do you blood elves need the Naaru fragment for?"
Naaru fragments are no better than Naaru cores. A Naaru core is the source of holy light and can create the artifact Ashbringer. What can a Naaru fragment do? It is almost useless. It can be used to create some accessories at most. This is the Silver Crusade.
Reasons why you are willing to trade.
Robbie stared at Fording for a long time and gave the reason he had prepared long ago.
"Have you heard of Muru?"
Muru is the name of a Naaru, and it is a very miserable Naaru.
Muru was once the guardian of Storm Fortress. After Kael'thas raided Storm Fortress, he captured this poor Naaru and sent it to Silvermoon City for the blood elves to extract his holy light energy. This is the blood elf paladin.
The origin of.
As a result, this bright naaru was whipped alive into an evil dark creature.
"We have been studying the use of Naaru fragments to gather the power of the Holy Light. You know that we blood elves are all addicted to magic. If we don't extract something, we will feel uncomfortable." Robbie started to talk nonsense.
"It turns out it's to relieve the addiction to magic." Old Fording was somewhat convinced.
"As promised, there is no bargaining for an epic piece of equipment and a Naaru fragment." Old Fording said in a tone that left no room for doubt.
Robbie nodded, this was the condition that had been negotiated long ago.
The two of them were at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, but neither of them had any entourage.
Robbie has Vanessa following him quietly, but what about Fording? He must rest assured that the other party will keep his promise? Isn't he afraid of Robbie's plot? Looking at the confident look on the old Fording's side, Robbie is estimating Fording's support.
Fording's character is really something I cannot praise. If he doesn't do some conspiracy, Robbie won't believe him.
Old Fording first took out a fragment of Naaru. Robbie was sure of it and also took out an epic suit.
The three-point temptation suit of the sexy succubus was specially created by the Burning Legion for the succubus generals. After becoming a collection of the guardians, this suit was modified to fit the body shape of a human woman.
As soon as he saw this set of equipment, Fording's eyes immediately lit up. Although the equipment did not cover much area, its defensive power was real, and the two of them successfully conducted the transaction.
After that, a Naaru fragment was exchanged for a set of epic equipment, and the two successfully completed the transaction.
Five pieces of Naaru fragments, five sets of epic equipment.
Just when Robbie thought the deal was complete, Old Fording took out the sixth Naaru fragment.
"This piece is bigger than the previous ones and requires two sets of epic suits." Fording said with a smile.
Vanessa needs the Naaru Fragments in order to control the Dark Star. One more Naaru Fragment will increase the chance of success. Once it fails, it will be irreversible and life will be at stake.
With this fragment of Naaru, the success rate increased from 70% to over 90%.
"Can!"
Without any hesitation, Robbie took out two more epic suits from the package and made a deal.
Old Fording looked at the seven epic suits he had received. Although the Burning Legion logo had been worn off and most of them had been modified, the strange shapes of these equipment made him aware of something.
"I heard that someone used the name of Shadowmourne to defraud fifteen sets of epic-level suits from Karazhan. It should be made by your people, right?" Old Fording asked tentatively, showing a strange smile.
"I'm only responsible for trading." Robbie shrugged: "I don't think you care about the origin of these equipment."
Old Fording lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke and said:
"To be honest, I don't want to care about these messy things, but it involves the orcs. The orcs are the most noble race I have ever seen. They have saved the continent of Azeroth more than once. Especially King Saurfang, he is the most noble race I have ever seen.
Xerath is a well-deserved savior. He is so virtuous and selfless. You have deceived King Saurfang's feelings, which makes me feel very unhappy."
"Fording!" Robbie stared at old Fording's face: "If you don't want to do any tricks, I am willing to complete this transaction peacefully. Let's say goodbye and never meet each other. Otherwise, you will pay for it.
cost."
"Really?" Old Fording blew out a smoke ring and said nonchalantly:
"Young Sunstrider, your threats are ineffective. Have you forgotten whose territory this is?"
There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and two figures, one large and one small, walked into the hotel.
"Old Fordring, Varimathras greets you. May the Holy Light be with you forever, and the Burning Legion be your friend forever." The larger Dreadlord said loudly. He looked at Robbie contemptuously.
It's like looking at a corpse.
The smaller figure was a Forsaken man with two undead dogs. He politely saluted Fording, as polite as a noble: "Nathanos Blightcaller represents Sylvana, the Queen of Darkness."
Si greets you, your Silver Northern Expedition has provided us with a steady supply of soldiers in the Undercity, Her Royal Highness the Queen is very grateful for your generosity and selflessness."
"It's nothing, this is what I should do." Old Fording said modestly: "For the tribe."
"For Queen Sylvanas," the Blightcaller shouted.
I knew that the conspiracy of the Gate of Scourge must have something to do with Sylvanas.
Looking at the triumphant Varimathras and the gloomy Withered One, Robbie smiled and shook his head:
"Tirion Fordring, is this what you rely on? Okay, this is the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. Don't destroy the buildings here. Let's go out and fight."
"Haha, a humble blood elf dares to speak so brazenly." Varimathras laughed wildly.
The three of them walked out of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. Old Fording was in a good mood and hummed a little tune. The hotel owner Jessica sat next to Fording again and poured him a glass of wine. Old Fording looked at the beautiful landlady and smiled.
road:
"Race does not represent honor. I know some orcs, who are as respectable as the noblest knights; I also know some humans, who are as evil as the cruelest undead natural disasters! Now I know I was wrong, there are only orcs, only tribes,
Only in this way can I save Azeroth, and I feel ashamed of myself as a human being."
"Tirion Fordring, you were once a noble paladin. What made you become what you are today?" Jessica's face darkened and she asked directly.
Old Fording was stunned after hearing this. He was stunned for a long time before he smiled bitterly and said: "Probably when I realized that the guardian Medivh was invincible, I became what I am today. If I hadn't become like this
As a person, I am afraid that I would have become a cold corpse just like this sun chaser who did not know his own abilities."
"So you are afraid, right?" Jessica sighed longly: "I can understand that the brave warriors have died, and only the dirty villains are left in this world."
Fording was very unhappy and was about to retort.
Robbie strode in, his breathing steady, his clothes clean and spotless.
Two heads were thrown in front of Fording. The terrified expression of the Dreadlord before his death, and the disbelief of the Wither, became an expression that was frozen forever.
The cigarette in Fording's hand fell to the ground. (To be continued)