Two hundred and forty-eight chapters: scumbag old Fording one
Dreadlords are not easily killed. After their bodies are destroyed, their souls can return to the Twisting Nether and be resurrected.
The Withered One also has a chance to be resurrected, as long as Dark Queen Sylvanas is willing to pay the price and sacrifice a Val'kyr. The number of Val'kyr is limited, and each Val'kyr is equivalent to one of Sylvanas' lives.
Old Fording looked at the two heads, one big and one small, stared at Robbie in surprise, nodded and said:
"Very good. I didn't expect that the declining Sun Chaser family would have such a powerful descendant like you, Nicholas. Sun Chaser, I remember your name. Maybe you have a chance to restore the glory of the Sun Chaser family. But you shouldn't offend the noble one.
High Overlord Saurfang, this has brought disaster to you and your family, and your powerful soul will become my collection."
Old Fording stood up slowly. In just a short moment, the charming and harmless old man disappeared. Fording seemed to have descended from the gods, and the golden holy light enveloped his body.
A broad two-handed sword appeared in his hand, the famous artifact Ashbringer, but it was a bit dim at the moment.
"Do you know why I set the transaction location at Holy Light's Hope Chapel? Because the Ashbringer is hungry and needs to eat."
Robbie's brows furrowed after hearing this. Hearing these words was so familiar.
The energy source of the Ashbringer is a piece of Naaru Core. As we all know, the Naaru must absorb souls to restore their strength.
Countless heroic spirits are buried under the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. These are Alliance warriors and paladins who died in the two orc wars. Some are accomplices of the orcs. The Knights of the Silver Hand who died in Stratholme back then, a few escaped souls.
As a punishment, he entered Stratholme under the protection of the power of Holy Light.
When Alsace attacked the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, the Ashbringer was purified in an instant. This was not due to Old Fordring's strength, but because the core of the fallen Naaru absorbed the heroic spirits stored in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel and restored its strength.
During the attack on Icecrown Fortress, the Ashbringer consumed too much power, and the core of the Naaru gradually dimmed. At this moment, there is an urgent need to replenish the dead souls. Only when the Ashbringer returns to its peak state can Old Fordring be invincible.
Old Fording held the Ashbringer high and shouted loudly: "You ignorant and despicable undead in Lordaeron, it's time to end your miserable and pitiful life and become the food of the Ashbringer. Let all the places you pass turn into ashes.
The remaining misery and pain remain. For the Horde and for King Saurfang, dedicate everything you have."
A large number of dead souls poured out from under the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. Most of them were young soldiers, with pain on their faces and wailing miserably. Because of the Holy Light, they were imprisoned here and their souls could not be freed.
Every creature has the habit of storing food, and the holy light creature Naaru is no exception. These souls imprisoned by the power of the holy light are like the hard meat of the orcs, but they have a nice name, heroic souls.
The dead souls were in pain and screaming, as the holy light imprisoned their souls. They could not control their actions, and like moths to the flame, they were about to fall into the core of the Naaru of the Ashbringer.
The hotel owner Jessica sneered: "What a heroic spirit? What a ridiculous irony. He was killed by orcs during his lifetime, devoured all his flesh and blood, and had no peace after death. He became an accomplice of the tribe, a humiliated and helpless pitiful person.
Harvested grain in the fields, wheat dried in the sun.”
"Is this what you rely on? Fording, fortunately, I know a little bit about the situation here and was prepared in advance."
A thick staff appeared in Robbie's hand, Ner'zhul's Shadow Moon War of Souls.
In order to deceive others, the staff was specially camouflaged, some golden decorations were added, and the staff was dyed gold to make it look holy and noble, which was incompatible with the style of the orcs.
Ner'zhul is an orc shaman. His most powerful field is necromancy. Communicating with the souls of ancestors has always been the area where orcs are best at. After Vanessa stole Shadowmoon's War of Souls, after defeating
Ersugard's special research has cracked the method of use. This is a staff that can control the soul.
"Do you know this, Old Fordring? This is the ancestral staff of the Sunstrider family, the Sin'dorei Golden Staff." Robbie introduced it according to the excuse he had prepared before, pretending to be mysterious.
Fording was confused. Sin'dorei Golden Staff? Although he has never seen it with his own eyes, he has heard about it. Isn't it an epic weapon? In addition to adding powerful magic damage, it seems to have no other special skills.
I saw Robbie also holding his staff high and shouting:
"Undead souls of Lordaeron, you are free. The Holy Light no longer binds you. Raise your weapons and attack your enemies. It's time for those who have been humiliated and insulted to stand up and hold their heads high.
Chest, make the enemy pay the price, pay with blood."
Under the influence of Shadow Moon's Battle of Souls, the power of the Holy Light no longer restrained these miserable souls. Robbie cast the spells attached to Shadow Moon's Battle of Souls, ritual ghosts, and the souls were transformed and became people with certain abilities.
The ghost of combat power fiercely pounced on Old Fording.
"No! No! This is not true, this is wrong, it shouldn't be like this." Old Fording finally panicked. He raised the Ashbringer to resist. The powerful power of holy light dyed the sky into gold. Now Old Fording
Ding has already taken the place of Uther, the Lightbringer, and received the blessings of the Naaru from the heavens.
The endless power of holy light fell from the sky. Under the surge of holy light, the poor souls were unable to resist and turned into ashes.
"Stop, stop, you executioner, butcher, you will destroy hope." Old Fording protested loudly.
"Perhaps this is eternal relief for these miserable heroic spirits." Robbie murmured. He had been following the wishes of the dead souls and did not force them.
They have suffered too much, and only being wiped out in ashes is the eternal relief.
Wave after wave of dead souls evaporated under the holy light. The dead souls summoned by Old Fording finally disappeared. He panted and glared at Robbie. The Holy Light's Hope Chapel stored a large number of dead souls. Old Fording
A considerable part of the inventory was consumed, but it failed to restore the strength of the Ashbringer.
Without the Ashbringer, even with endless Holy Light, Old Fording's strength is still limited.
"I am protected by the Holy Light. There is nothing you can do to me, young Sun Chaser!" Old Fording chuckled.
"Who says I can't help it! Fording, you have a weakness, you really love the orcs too much." Robbie responded, nodding towards the inn owner Jessica.
Jessica understood the idea and shouted: "Sisters, meet your idol, the great savior Fording, he needs your comfort."
A large group of orc women came out, more than thirty of them, dressed in red and green, with heavy makeup. They were all strong and powerful, and their thighs were thicker than old Fording's waist.
"My idol Fording, I finally see you in person." An orc woman sat on Fording's lap.
With a "click" sound, Fording's thigh bone was broken.
"Kiss my baby."
The enthusiastic orc women held up Old Fording's face, and their fangs penetrated deeply into Fording's face, leaving a huge bloody hole. The orc women were so enthusiastic that Old Fording screamed, but did not dare to