Eitrigg opened his bloody mouth and bit into old Fordring's flesh and blood.
Fording howled in pain. He was seriously injured and unable to resist, so he could only pray to the Holy Light.
"Supreme Holy Light, please bless me, give me strength, and help me break through these shackles..."
"Your holy light will not protect you. I am a noble orc, and you are just an evil human being. Fording, as despicable as you, is only worthy of becoming the food of the orcs."
Eitrigg bit Fording's left shoulder, ruthlessly tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood, and chewed it with big mouthfuls.
"Hahaha!"
The abyss lord Mannoroth on the side laughed heartily and mocked: "Fording, how do you feel about being eaten by the noblest orc in your eyes?"
"No! No! This shouldn't be my fate." Fording roared loudly.
"Depicting the despicable and cruel orcs as the noblest race is the retribution you deserve, Fording, you are just a betrayer of humanity."
Abyss Lord Mannoroth said condescendingly that Eitrigg escaped from Orgrimmar. This cunning orc knew that the end was over after Thrall's death, secretly escaped from Orgrimmar and sought refuge with Sylvanas.
Eitrigg cruelly dug open Fording's chest, dug out the still-beating heart, and swallowed it in large gulps.
With a plop.
Fording knelt on the ground, his eyes gradually dimming, and finally breathed his last breath.
Abyss Lord Mannoroth stretched out his claws, and a black light appeared in the center of his claws, shrouding Old Fordring.
"Fording, Sylvanas has ordered that your soul will never rest in peace. You will become a miserable soul, wandering in the Plague Land, telling adventurers about your betrayal. This is the retribution you deserve.
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Mannoroth grabbed Fordring's soul, and the soul shrouded in black magic kept making pitiful howls.
"Go, Fording, your soul will never be freed."
A dead soul with blood and tears on his face walked in the plague land, constantly making pitiful cries.
No one knows that he was once the leader of the Silver Crusade, the master of the Ashbringer, and the greatest paladin in the world.
When it comes to Fording, people generally believe that his body lies under the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, and that his noble soul is blessed by the Holy Light and is sacred and inviolable.
With Fordring's death, the Silver Crusade was destroyed.
Although after the fall of the Lich King, this organization has lost its historical mission and has become less important.
Lor'themar, Ranger General Halduron, and Chief Archmage Rommath still feel a sense of sadness.
Then, Abyss Lord Mannoroth led the necromancers, undead apothecaries, and the undead army transformed from the Silver Crusade and left the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, and soon disappeared without a trace.
Lor'themar was afraid of Sylvanas' cruelty, but he did not forget his mission.
He must come forward to meet Sylvanas.
After calming down his panic, Lor'themar forced himself to calm down. As if nothing had happened, he led his two companions into the Holy Light's Hope Chapel with a calm face.
"Sylvanas Windrunner, my most respected commander, your loyal lieutenant Lor'themar greets you."
Lor'themar bowed humbly and was meticulous in etiquette, unable to find any faults.
However, Sylvanas heard the sense of life implicit in it. They had a friendship of hundreds of years of fighting together, and they were close comrades who could leave life and death to each other.
Because we are so familiar with each other, we usually call each other by nicknames.
For example, in informal situations, Sylvanas used to call Lor'themar Lolmar, and Lor'themar always called his superiors Shiva.
Sylvanas sighed quietly, the past has gone like the wind. What is past and lost can never be recovered. The heroic ranger general of Silvermoon City has died long ago, and the one who lives now is the Queen of Darkness.
When the tribal leaders gathered before, Sylvanas always deliberately avoided Lor'themar, so as not to bring back memories of her life, especially the lost beauty, which always made her heartbroken.
Now, having obtained a more perfect evil body, Sylvanas is able to face her former comrades calmly.
"Lor'themar, you know me, I know you, and I know your ambitions." Sylvanas took out the letter of allegiance written by Lor'themar to herself, fiddled with it a few times, and chuckled:
"If I'm not wrong, you must have sent a similar letter of allegiance to the alliance. You are too smart, but in many cases being smart is not a good thing."
Lor'themar only felt that his scalp was numb and sweat was pouring out. He thought he had disguised himself well.
When Silvermoon City faced its greatest crisis, Sylvanas still trusted Lor'themar the most.
Unfortunately, what I didn't expect was that Sylvanas had already seen through him.
"I can understand everything you have done for Silvermoon City. If it were me, I would do the same."
Sylvanas' voice was light but full of majesty. She controlled the situation from the beginning and did not give Lor'themar a chance to distinguish.
"Everyone makes mistakes, and that's okay. I'm willing to give you a chance to change your ways, you, and the blood elves of Silvermoon City."
A sharp knife appeared in Sylvanas's hand, and she cut her wrist without hesitation.
Although the blood was still bright red, it contained a strong smell of evil energy and dripped into the cup.
Evil energy is a magical power that can flow in the blood vessels of the user of evil energy, or penetrate into every muscle of the body, transforming the body. The blood full of evil energy quickly fills a cup.
Sylvanas pushed the cup in front of Lor'themar and said calmly:
"Lor'themar, you are a smart man. Back then, Medivh was unstoppable and supported the orcs behind his back. You chose to join Medivh and save some of your people. I don't blame you. The opponents you face now are just like Medivh back then.
You can watch the orcs tear the Sun King to pieces with a blank expression. If you are as wise as you are, you should make the right choice."
Regent Lord Lor'themar's hands began to tremble. Considering the history of the orcs, he knew what would happen if he drank this cup of Sylvanas' blood, that is, there would be no room for resistance.
Lor'themar hesitated, not knowing what to do, and looked at the two friends beside him.
Ranger General Halduron and Chief Archmage Rommath envisioned many possibilities, but they did not expect that Sylvanas would let Lor'themar drink blood.
Agree or refuse?
Thinking of the tragic end of Tirion Fordring, and the never-resting soul still wandering in the Plague Land, Lor'themar showed a horrified expression, and was gradually dominated by the fear in his heart.
Sylvanas suddenly laughed, her voice sweet and sweet.
"Why don't you ask what the price is?"
Lor'themar was uneasy and asked stammering: "So, the price, what is the price?"
Sylvanas proudly lifted her hood, revealing her blond hair as bright as the sun, her delicate skin, and her beautiful face like an apple blossom.
"This is the price."
Lor'themar looked at Sylvanas stupidly, while his two friends were also stunned.
High elves can almost be said to be eternally young. Unless there are accidents, their appearance will not change for thousands of years.
The three of Lor'themar all know Sylvanas' appearance very well, and her appearance now is even better than before.
"This is impossible." Ranger General Halduron rubbed his eyes and said seriously.
"What made you misjudge? Who says evil can bring beauty? You should remember the eredar sisters who are famous for their beauty." Sylvanas reminded proudly.
"But the orcs..."
Chief Archmage Rommath asked, and then he immediately realized that he had misunderstood. (To be continued)