Looking through the photos of Fording’s correspondence one by one.
Robbie couldn't suppress the surprise in his heart and couldn't help but sigh. His heart grew colder and colder, as if he had fallen into the depths of an icy lake.
Dark, depressing, unable to breathe, all the blood in the body freezes.
As a time traveler, your biggest advantage is foresight.
For example, Robbie knew that the leader of the Scarlet Crusade, the paladin Dathrohan, had been taken over by the Dread Lord Balnazar, which should have been a big secret.
However, the reality is not like this at all. The fact that Dathrohan is occupied by the Dread Lord is almost universally known among the big figures in the Eastern and Western Plaguelands.
Dathrohan is a paladin, and paladin must know the Holy Light.
There seems to be only one Dreadlord who can use the Holy Light. It has not yet come time to appear, and Balnazzar's identity cannot be concealed at all costs.
The real reason is that the Scarlet Crusade led by Balnazzar is the only team in the Eastern and Western Plague Lands that can contend with the undead natural disasters, and no one is willing to expose him.
Fording's identity is not simple at all. He has dealt with various forces in the Plague Land. He is an experienced broker with great hands and eyes.
Of course, his main service target is the Silver Dawn. The herbs, ores, wood, meat, etc. of the Silver Dawn are all sold to the orcs of Orgrimmar at low prices through Fording.
Fording even used his reputation to purchase various armaments from Ironforge at low prices in the name of the Argent Dawn's crusade against natural disasters, and then sold them to the tribes to make huge profits.
Orgrimmar is located in a barren land, a place where birds don't shit, and there is nothing they want, and there is no output. The reason why the orcs can quickly arm themselves is Tirion Fordring.
Unfortunately, Fording's hands and feet were not clean. Not only did he gain huge benefits from it, he also embezzled a large amount of money. This caused the dissatisfaction of Silver Dawn and continued to cause trouble for Fording.
In addition, Fording's son Tyran Fording, the great lord of the Scarlet Crusade, is not a simple figure.
He dedicated Hearthglen to the Scarlet Crusade with ill intentions. He took the opportunity to steal the Scarlet Crusade's secrets and secretly sold them to the Horde and the Argent Dawn through Old Fordring.
Radical and fanatical organizations like the Scarlet Crusade are prone to overheating. In the process of fighting against the undead natural disaster, they will inevitably accidentally injure innocent people.
These secrets that should have been kept secret were leaked by Tyran Fordring and became the basis for the Argent Dawn to accuse the Scarlet Crusade.
Interestingly, the Silver Dawn is not just an organization.
In the name of conquering the undead natural disaster, they mainly engage in trading activities.
Liquor, tobacco, jewelry, etc. from Stratholme are luxury goods with a distinctive undead art style. They are very popular among the nobles of Azeroth and have become the favorite of the Silver Dawn.
It is precisely because of its firm control of this financial path that Silver Dawn can make a lot of money.
There is no light and justice in this world, no pure black and white right and wrong, no bloody glory and faith, only differences in camps and positions.
Everyone is in the big dye vat of the world, drifting with the tide, involuntarily, and dyed with messy colors.
Robbie once again thought of an old saying, big people only talk about pros and cons, only small people can naively distinguish right from wrong.
After staying up all night and until dawn, Robbie and Vanessa managed to sort out all the information about Fording.
The conclusion is that this is a slick, cunning, and scary old guy.
His strength is strong, his mind is shrewd, and his reputation is resounding.
His skills are superb, his knowledge is extraordinary, and he knows how to package himself.
The success of a general is no accident. There are many unseen factors and intertwined interests that can create a great man.
…
There was a beeping sound in Vanessa's bag. She put down the photo and took out an orb with an unknown aura. Robbie was shocked. It was clearly the power of evil.
"What is this?" Robbie asked.
"Legion Communication Orb." Vanessa found a photo and handed it to Robbie:
"There is a simple Legion communicator in Fording's secret room. It doesn't even have an encrypted channel. You can use the Legion Communication Orb to eavesdrop on their conversations."
"Commander, where did you get this legion communication orb?"
Vanessa smiled cleverly and said: "The demon hunters under Illidan captured a lot of these things when they conquered Argus."
All right!
There are probably only a few legion liaisons in the Plague Land at this time, so there is no need to encrypt them.
From the legion communication orb, Old Fording's thunderous roar came.
"Balnazar, Balnazar, you damn big bat, get out of here right now."
"What's wrong, Old Fording, why are you so angry so early in the morning?"
Balnazzar, the terrifying demon king, looked strange and vague, as if he was having breakfast: "Is there something wrong in that area? How many times have I told you, don't eat too much white maggot meat."
"Don't be so arrogant, big bat, do you have that ability?" Fording mocked.
"I..." Balnazar was choked, and after a long while he said: "Fording, don't mention that, we can still have a good time."
"Balnazar, let me ask you, why did the painting I entrusted to you get lost? Didn't you guarantee it with the bat head on your neck?" Fording asked angrily.
"Haha, Fording, are you kidding? That painting is hanging in front of me. You can see it when you look up. No one can steal it unless you knock me down."
Balnazar suddenly laughed: "Fording, have you been fooled? I remember that the painter of that painting seemed to have become an undead. It wouldn't be difficult to paint another one."
"Damn it, damn it." Fording couldn't stop being angry and knocked on the table hard: "I, Fording, have been fooled. I have been deceived by a dwarf who looks innocent."
Balnazzar took the opportunity to ridicule Fording, and suddenly said seriously:
"Fording, has the matter discussed with you a few days ago been decided? Baron Rivendell has already negotiated it. Silver Dawn has lowered its prices too hard, and he has long been dissatisfied. Stratholme's liquor, tobacco, and jewelry...
These are all good things, old Fording, don’t you want to get involved?”
"You and Baron Rivendell have been fighting for so many years, why are you still talking about business?" Old Fording had a skeptical attitude.
"Hey! What you said is wrong."
Balnazar chuckled and said: "A war is a war, and business is a business. How can they be confused? We Nathrezim people have always made a clear distinction. To tell you the truth, the private business between me and Baron Rivendell is no longer
It’s been a day or two, and if the legion’s sales weren’t limited, I wouldn’t have given you any advantage.”
"Big Bat, let's put the business aside for now. I have something serious to discuss with you." Old Fording hesitated and said, "I met an orc who claimed to be Gul'dan's messenger from the Broken Islands, Sagra.
Si's Tomb, is this reliable?"
Balnazzar was quiet for a while: "Old Fording, the water in the Tomb of Sargeras is too deep. I advise you not to get involved, lest you lose your life in vain. If the Burning Legion wants to come to this world, it must get rid of a few eyesores.
That guy. Lich King Arthas went too far and even turned the corpses of legionnaires into natural disasters. This is blasphemy and absolutely cannot be tolerated. It is up to you, Fording, to defeat him. You have to focus on this."
"Okay, Big Bat, but what do I do with the messenger? Kill him?"
Fording was very smart. Although he failed to extract useful information from Balnazar, he could glean some scraps from Balnazar's reaction.
"No, Fording, what you need to do is to get him recognized and confirm his identity." Balnazar laughed cunningly:
"There are many people in this world who want to join the Legion, but there is no way. Why not give them a chance? Maybe this orc was not sent by Gul'dan, but what does it matter? What we need is attitude and loyalty to the Legion.
Attitude."
…
Robbie rubbed his forehead. Humans are indeed highly adaptable creatures. He was not surprised by the shocking news he received one after another.
"Vanessa, I think we can go back." Robbie calculated the accounts one by one:
"We understand Old Fording's character, his network of relationships, and the secret of his power. If you eat too much white maggot meat, it will definitely cost more than this. Let's go back and mobilize the experts from the Brotherhood.
After researching and researching, I don’t believe that I can’t find out the weakness of old Fording.”
"No, Robbie, our mission is not over yet."
Vanessa's beautiful eyes flashed and shone, conveying a certain belief: "After hearing these shocking news, don't you want to do something?"
"Does it make sense? History cannot be changed." Robbie retorted with reason.
"As long as we do something, the future can be changed. Robbie, come with me."
…
Kaolin Crossing is a military town controlled by the undead natural disaster.
Tall abominations wander aimlessly, evil banshees appear and appear, and fully armed undead soldiers appear in groups.
The sky here is dark and low, always shrouded in fog, the branches of the trees are listless, the grass is withered and yellow, sewage is everywhere, and the smell of death permeates the entire town.
Vanessa took Robbie up to the nearby hill and looked down at the entire Cowling intersection.
"Dalong County and Kaolin Crossing are both inhabited by the undead, but the scenes are completely different. Robbie, do you know the reason?"
Robbie tried to make a comparison: "Dalong County is beautiful, clean and tidy. Except for the slow movement of the undead, there seems to be little difference from the living people. As for the undead at Kaolin intersection, they are more powerful, flexible and strong. Could it be that they are used for civilian and military purposes?
What’s the difference between undead?”
Vanessa turned her head, stared at Robbie seriously, and suddenly asked: "Robbie, do you know what the nature of the plague is?"
Discuss the plague with a time traveler.
"Plague, some invisible to the eye, can cause various diseases, are contagious, and have an extremely large number of microorganisms." Robbie tried to explain in brief language.
In the previous life on Earth, this was considered basic common sense, but in the continent of Azeroth, understandings of plagues vary greatly, and there is no unified understanding. Some think it is magic, while others think it is some kind of energy, or a curse.
Vanessa looked at Robbie in surprise, clapped her hands and praised:
"Yes, your understanding of the plague is exactly the same as Kel'Thuzad. At the beginning, it took me a long time to accept this point of view. The undead in Azeroth are divided into three categories. This is the source of all secrets.