Chapter 57: Love and Family - Fording's Depression
"No, it shouldn't be like this. There must be something wrong."
Anxu. Lili waved his hands angrily and shouted:
"Tirion Fordring, this should not be your decision. You should write a letter to persuade Tyran Fordring to leave the evil Scarlet Crusade and let him become a hero and a good person."
"Evil Scarlet Crusaders? What are you talking about, my dear old friend."
Fording showed enough respect for this Emperor of Perseverance who had persisted for three years, and patiently advised: "Learn to see the world with your own eyes. The Scarlet Crusade is not evil, especially from the standpoint of the Alliance.
, well, maybe you heard something about Silver Dawn."
The Argent Dawn and the Scarlet Crusade slander each other. This is an open secret in the Eastern and Western Plaguelands. The Scarlet Crusaders mocked the Argent Dawn for being timid and cowardly and did not dare to fight against natural disasters. The Argent Dawn accused the Scarlet Crusaders of killing innocent people indiscriminately.
Evil organization.
Robbie has only been in this time period for a few days, and he has already deeply felt the tense atmosphere between the two sides. The reason is for no other reason than conflict of interests.
"No, no, the Scarlet Crusade is evil. There is no doubt about it. They are fanatical, stupid and extreme. They..." Anxu. Lili struggled for a long time, wanting to tell the specific evil things done by the Scarlet Crusade:
"They hunt the undead."
"Well, chasing the undead is evil." Fording smiled happily.
Anxu. Standing fiercely grabbed his hair, trying to remember something: "Yes, yes, the Scarlet Crusade is an enemy of the tribe. Yes, it is an enemy of the tribe. This is unforgivable."
"The Alliance is also an enemy of the Horde. According to this standard, the Alliance should be hanged." Fording spared no effort to ridicule: "You should be the first to commit suicide, dwarf."
Anxu. Lili was so angry that he couldn't speak. He slapped the table hard: "Fuding, this is not the result I said I wanted. It has been three years. I have insisted on killing maggots for three whole years and I almost vomited. What am I doing for?"
?For what purpose, Fording, you must give me an explanation."
Fording took out his tobacco bag, lit the tobacco, puffed out smoke and said:
"Dwarf, I don't know what you think. My son Tyran Fordring is a great lord in the Scarlet Crusade. He is well paid. He gets dividends at the end of the year and has fixed holidays. When he goes out, he is always greeted by everyone. He is no better than you guys.
How much better is the precarious adventurer? I'm proud of him."
The dwarf was stunned, as if meeting Fording for the first time, furious, and roared: "Fording, you betrayed the glory, you forgot the Holy Light, no, something must have gone wrong, this is not the world I want, this
There’s something wrong with the world.”
Five adventurers rushed out and took away the angry dwarf.
Fording smiled apologetically at Robbie: "Dear envoy, I made you laugh, just a deceived poor guy. Although the Silver Dawn has not made any achievements in combating the undead, their propaganda offensive is very powerful.
A flock of doves of peace are causing trouble.”
Dove of Peace? Robbie frowned secretly. It's amazing. At this time, the Dove of Peace has already controlled the Silver Dawn.
"Where did we talk?" Fording lowered his head and thought for a moment: "Gul'dan needs a helper, a chosen person who understands the Holy Light. So out of mutual sincerity, can I put forward some conditions."
"Of course." Robbie made a casual gesture.
Fording blew out a smoke ring: "I have my own power inheritance, and I am not interested in the power of the Dark Titan. The Lich King is a big trouble. If Gul'dan can help solve it..."
"If our cooperation is based on this." Robbie hesitated and showed the caution that a messenger should have: "This matter is of great importance. I need to discuss it with Lord Gul'dan."
"There is one more question." Fording leaned forward and asked seriously:
"I don't know what Lord Gul'dan thinks of his people in Orgrimmar. You see, Lord Gul'dan abandoned his compatriots and led half of the orc soldiers out to sea to search for the Tomb of Sargeras, which led to the defeat of the orcs. This is considered a kind of
Betrayal."
Fording mentioned a very difficult problem.
If Gul'dan returns from the Tomb of Sargeras, how will the Orgrimmar orcs headed by Thrall view these former betrayers?
Robbie laughed, waved his hands vigorously and said: "Fording, you don't need to worry. In the face of powerful power, all glory can be ignored. If you don't surrender, there is only death."
Fording frowned, obviously not satisfied with Robbie's answer: "In my impression, the orcs are a race that values glory."
Robbie nodded, showing a mocking look: "Glory is important, but it is not everything. There is something far more important than glory."
Fording looked at Robbie in surprise, looking forward to Robbie's answer.
Robbie counted on his fingers: "Eating well, having dignity, sneak attacks from behind, deception, concealment, tricks, eliminating hidden dangers, and destroying potential enemies are all more important than glory."
Robbie still remembered that King Saurfang, the glorious representative of the orcs, attacked Malfurion in a certain battle, and then said: A dishonorable blow, I am sorry, my attack has no honor at all...
Robbie had the urge to sneak attack King Saurfang from behind, preferably until his brains burst, and then say: a dishonorable blow, I'm sorry, my attack has no honor at all...
After that, Robbie can also be promoted to a glorious representative of mankind...
Therefore, the glory of any race depends on how it is done, not how it is said.
What we talk about is not called glory, it is hypocrisy.
There is a saying in ancient China: If you become a bitch, you still want to build an archway.
The glory of the orcs is just that shiny archway.
What they do is always contrary to glory.
Fording showed admiration: "Okay, I like this straightforward style, straightforward, concise, and unpretentious. Cheers to our cooperation."
Just as the two were toasting, the wind chimes in the hut rang.
"Damn it, damn it, this group of Silver Dawns is not over yet."
Fording was so angry that he cursed and said apologetically to Robbie: "Dear envoy, don't make any noise here. I'll greet the annoying visitor and I'll be back soon."
Fording stood up, and the moment he turned around, the gorgeous dress disappeared and was replaced by a simple farmer's outfit.
The speed of changing clothes is dazzling. Is this a one-click change?
Fording pressed the switch on the table, and Robbie looked out the window. The five-story luxurious castle gradually disappeared.
The visitor is a very strange combination, a human and an orc.
"Wow, there are indeed hermits here. The Silver Dawn didn't lie to us." The human men shouted and danced. One of them was just a novice.
The orc warrior looked around carefully, showing some caution. Unfortunately, his rough steps and careless movements revealed that he was also a novice adventurer.
Old Fording pretended to be weak and greeted loudly: "Two adventurers, please stop your hurry and are you willing to help a poor old man?"
"Wow, wow, it's a mission. I finally have a mission." The young human looked excited and ran to Fording: "Old man, don't be afraid, we are good people and we are willing to help you."
Old Fording coughed: "Race cannot represent glory, humans and orcs. As long as you stay on my farm, please remember and respect this belief."
"...There are still many things to do...If you are willing to stay here, then I hope you can do something to prove your worth...You can start with the plague dogs and their pups."
"Why do you want to kill plague dogs and their pups?" The young human showed a puzzled expression: "They are obviously so cute and adorable."
Fording was stunned for a moment, how could he meet such an unreliable adventurer, and defended himself: "These plague dogs are too noisy, they seriously affected my sleep."
"Old man, this is your fault."
The young man began to lecture Fording: "You can't kill plague dogs just because they disturb your sleep. This is wrong. I'll teach you a way to block your ears with cloth strips."
Fording was a little confused. He didn't want to have a meaningless quarrel with his juniors, so he continued: "Evil creatures are wandering here. Even ordinary creatures have turned into ferocious man-eating beasts. I beg you to kill those from the past.
Airborne killers of innocents, plague bats.”
"Old man, you are wrong again." The young man lectured again: "Plague bats attack innocent people because we have invaded their territory. They are out of legitimate defense. It is wrong to kill them because of this.
.”
Fording took a deep breath and warned himself to be calm and not to be like a young boy: "Young man, where did you come up with these weird ideas?"
The young man widened his eyes and looked at Fording in disbelief:
"Old man, isn't that what you said? Race cannot represent glory. Plague dogs and plague bats are also respectable races and should have their own right to exist."
The orc behind him looked honest and nodded.
Fording was very depressed. Such a strange couple appeared out of nowhere. If this was the case, he would find a way to send them away so as not to get angry.
Robbie was overjoyed. These two adventurers were interesting. If used well, they could delay enough time.
Robbie stretched out his right hand and grabbed it forward, using some tricks secretly.
The human man's expression suddenly changed and he covered his stomach: "Ouch, it hurts. I must have eaten something bad. Old man, is there a toilet somewhere?"
After a long time, the human man returned from the toilet, and the orc had something wrong with his stomach again.
The two of them went back and forth seven or eight times until their legs and feet became weak and they could hardly stand up.
"Old man, I'm really in trouble. Can I stay here for one night? Don't worry, we will give you money." The young man said seriously: "Race does not represent glory. People of the same race should help each other and never leave."
Fording: "……."
Robbie nodded. Now, the delay was long enough to demolish the castle. (To be continued)