The place where Fording lives in seclusion is hard to find.
According to the description in the game, Fording lives in a small hut by the river in the upper reaches of the Sodori River. However, when he actually found it, he felt like he was trying to escape from the mountains.
Fording regularly holds gatherings for introducers and outstanding newcomers to teach everyone the knowledge of the Holy Light.
Maris Farm has about twenty introducers, and about twice as many outstanding newcomers. Under the leadership of a senior person, they walked through valleys and waded through dozens of streams, in the dark and humid environment, surrounded by mosquitoes.
It's hard to walk through the dense jungle trails.
Robbie saw the expected little hut.
And at the foot of the hill behind the hut, it is built against the mountain, five stories high, and shaped like a pyramid-like building in the Naxxramas necropolis.
"What is that? Naxxramas Necropolis?" Robbie stared at the towering stone building with his eyes wide open in disbelief.
The Necropolis of Naxxramas, the flying fortress of Kel'Thuzad, the most trusted lieutenant of the Lich King Arthas, is a floating war fortress, the final copy of the 1960s.
"hehe!"
The blood elf with the same name as Sylvanas covered her mouth and chuckled:
"Look, it scares you. It's just a luxurious castle, the residence of Tirion Fordring. It's much smaller than the Naxxramas Necropolis. Moreover, it can't fly. It only has the illusion of a protective color similar to that of a chameleon.
It blends in with its surroundings.”
The female tauren added and explained: "Tirion Fordring is a person of high status and needs to keep a low profile when necessary. If ordinary adventurers come here, they will only see this small hut."
I knew that Fording was not a simple character.
Although he was well prepared, Robbie was still overwhelmed by the castle.
The party was held in a cave nearby. The stage was set up early and there were people sitting below.
The adventurers from Maris Farm are only a small part of them. There are also groups from Diseasewood Forest, Northland Outpost, Zumashal and other places, ranging from dozens of people to nearly a hundred people.
Maris Farm has more adventurers from the tribe, while Sickwood Forest has all alliance adventurers. Northland Sentinel and Zumashal have a smaller number of adventurers, so they sit separately.
There were obvious conflicts between these groups. They glared at each other and provoked with gestures and eyes. The blood elves licked their lips in the direction of the sick wood forest team and said with disdain:
"Have you seen that human paladin? It's the idiot wearing a replica of the Source of Order suit. This person's name is Dick. He calls himself a descendant of Uther the Lightbringer. I don't know if it's true. He's in the Sickwood Forest.
With an alliance team of 300 people, you will soon be able to gain reputation and get advanced missions."
The female orc raised her middle finger to Dick's back and said in a rough voice:
"This group of alliances is not a good thing. They are colluding with the Scourge in Stratholme. The Scourge doesn't like carrion worms, which will make them lose a lot of flesh and blood."
Team up with the Scourge!
Robbie was not surprised by this. Adventurers serve whoever pays more.
Do you want to do justice, do you want to contribute to Azeroth?
I'm sorry, Silver Dawn exploited you to death, leaving you with nothing but your underwear. In the end, you will lose your life, and even your body will not be safe.
"The Alliance controls the Sickwood Forest and does not allow the tribe to approach. Moreover, it has an advantage over us. It is so unfair." The female orc said angrily.
"What advantage?"
"Reputation!" The female tauren explained with a dark face: "Fording is obviously biased towards the alliance. A piece of white maggot meat means a bit of reputation. The alliance starts with respect. Human beings are taken care of and starts with reverence. Our tribe must start with hostility.
The orcs are even worse, they need to start with hatred."
"You can only get the next task after you have been worshiped." Blood Elf explained.
The reputation of World of Warcraft, from high to low, is worship, reverence, respect, friendliness, neutrality, indifference, hostility, and hatred.
The advancement of each reputation is particularly difficult. For example, to upgrade from hatred to hostility, you need to offer 36,000 pieces of white maggot meat to Old Fording, and from hostility to indifference, it is 21,000 yuan.
This is a trend that will drive the carrion worms to extinction in the Plaguelands.
On the surface it may seem like an astronomical number, but you can take advantage of the team's strengths.
The paladin who claims to be a descendant of Uther the Lightbringer can count all the white maggot meat that his three hundred men paid as tribute to him, so it is not that difficult to go from reverence to worship.
The gap in reputation between the camps is so big, I would have chosen the alliance if I had known.
"You don't have to worry." The blood elf thought that Robbie was depressed and quickly comforted:
"Fording occasionally selects some people with special strength. No reputation is needed to directly advance to the next task. Brother Orc, I think you are very promising."
Robbie didn't put his mind on this. He had made an appointment with Vanessa before arriving. As soon as old Fording showed up, Vanessa would sneak into Fording's residence to find the mysterious inheritance.
What I didn't expect was that Fording's residence was not a small hut, but a five-story luxurious castle. It was unknown how many secret rooms and secret passages there were. It seemed that he had to find a way to delay time.
"It's him."
"Yes, it turned out to be him."
"It's really him."
The Alliance and the Horde exclaimed together and looked at each other. They saw a bearded dwarf walking in, carrying a long scroll on his back and two daggers on his waist.
This person seems to be very low-key, finding a seat to sit and not saying hello to anyone.
"Who is this?" Robbie asked.
"This is an amazing person. We all call him Emperor Perseverance."
The blood elf said with admiration, but more in a teasing tone:
"This dwarf is named Darkbeard. Standing. He came to the Eastern Plague Land three years ago. He has never been offline. With his own efforts, he has gone from respect to worship, and successfully received the advanced mission."
It takes 12,000 pieces of white maggot meat to change the reputation from respect to reverence, and 21,000 pieces of white maggot meat to change from reverence to worship. It takes three years for one person to accomplish such a feat.
The blood elf smiled and said: "Of course, adventurers who have received the secret inheritance will show up regularly to show us their powerful power, the unparalleled power of the Holy Light."
…
Suddenly a loud voice came, drowning out the commotion.
"Let us warmly welcome the successor of the Holy Light, the greatest remaining paladin, and the close friend of the late Lightbringer Uther, Tirion... Fordring."
As a drum beat sounded, the scene was filled with cheers of landslides and tsunamis. Adventurers from the alliance and tribe stood up together, applauded thunderously, and shouted together:
"Fording, Fording, Fording..."
When I went, Robbie was shocked. This was simply a concert by a superstar.
The female orcs, female tauren, blood elves, and even the undead around him were all as excited as if they were drunk, their faces turned red, and they shouted Fording's name without emotion.
Golden light bloomed, and Tirion Fordring stepped onto the stage with brisk steps.
He was wearing a glittering golden dress, his long gray-white hair was neatly combed, his posture was as strong as a young man's, and his body was wrapped in a thick power of holy light.
The holy light is like a hot flame, and like the radiant sunshine, wave after wave, seemingly endless.
Robbie was shocked, what a powerful power of holy light.
So far, the strongest person Robby has seen is probably the incarnation of the Holy Light, the prophet Velen. Velen has a kind attitude and is humble to others, so he does not feel any pressure.
Tirion Fordring gave Robbie a feeling similar to that of the prophet Velen, as if he was also the incarnation of the Holy Light, except that the Holy Light had a stronger sense of oppression and more offensive power.
With such terrifying strength, not to mention the mere veteran Eitrigg, even the orc heroes Grom Hellscream and King Saurfang are probably no match for him.
No wonder he can compete with the Lich King Arthas.
Fording waved his hand gently, and the power of holy light spread throughout the place, making him feel warm.
"Are you happy?" Fording shouted.
"Happy." Everyone replied in unison.
"Are you happy?" Fording asked again.
"Happy."
"Are you optimistic?"
"optimism."
Fording showed a smile like the sun, and his gray hair reflected the light:
"The Holy Light teaches us that we should maintain a happy, happy, and optimistic attitude towards life at all times, so that we can be favored by the Holy Light. Come on, let us convey this happiness, joy, and optimism to everyone in the Eastern Plague Land, Holy Light
The light is with us."
Fording opened his dress, and countless business cards were scattered like snowflakes, floating around. The adventurers continued to compete, and each person could receive an average of more than a dozen business cards.
There is Fording's autograph on the business card, and you only need to add your name to it, which can be used as a proof of development.
"Everyone, let us spread the Holy Light to the world and to Azeroth." Fording threw out the last handful of business cards, and he was about to leave the show after seeing this meaning.
I'll go, this is too perfunctory, Robbie can't calm down anymore.
What about imparting the knowledge of the Holy Light as promised? Just feed everyone some chicken soup and that's it?
How to delay time? Robbie was in trouble.
Just as Fording was about to leave, a group of adventurers rushed up.
Most of these adventurers asked Fording for advice with questions. When Robbie saw an opportunity, he also joined them.
However, Fording refused to answer the question and pushed everyone away with the power of holy light.
"Brother Fording, I don't understand some knowledge about the Holy Light." A scantily clad female knight of the blood elf winked at Fording, her voice was so sweet that it made her sick.
As expected of Old Fording, his expression was as usual, his eyes were not squinting, and he pretended not to hear.
Robbie was so anxious in his heart that he secretly tripped up a strong orc woman and blocked Fording's way.
Fording quickly bent down, carefully helped the female orc up, and asked gently: "Beautiful lady, I hope you are not injured."
Go, how could this happen? Robbie took a breath and felt goosebumps.
Seeing an opportunity, a group of female orcs rushed over and surrounded Fording.
Fording showed a happy and satisfied smile, and took the trouble to answer various problems for them, happy, happy, and optimistic.
The group of slim blood elves stomped their feet in anger.
Yes, the female orcs were enough to delay things for quite some time, but it was far from enough.
Robbie began to think about his next plan. (To be continued)