Chapter eight hundred and forty eight: Fording's Infernal Affairs
There is a small purple flower blooming secretly on the grave that is overgrown with grass.
Tirion Fordring was pulling an old and emaciated horse. At this moment, Fording was as miserable as the old horse. He had not eaten enough for many days, which made his body extremely weak.
Ever since Taylan Fordring died in an accident and Robbie burned down Fording's castle, Fording immediately became destitute and all his former admirers left him. He lived a life of hunger and satiation, even in vain.
They couldn't even eat the maggot flesh, so they were miserable.
Sometimes, he had to lower his profile and pretend to be an ordinary adventurer, serving the Silver Dawn or the Scarlet Crusade in the Plaguelands, doing some of the most menial jobs just to have a full meal. No one knew about this taciturn man.
The old man is the famous Tirion Fordring.
But Fording's ambition has never been extinguished. He found the Forgotten Nathanos Blighter stationed in the Western Plaguelands. With Fording's rhetoric, he finally succeeded in impressing the Wither. Through the hands of the Wither, Fordin
Din handed over to Sylvanas a letter that he had been thinking about for many days. The letter described a complete plan, which was all Fording's hard work.
At this moment, Illidan in Outland was defeated, and Thrall once again became the savior of Azeroth.
Unfortunately, the attempt to summon Kil'jaeden in the Sunwell failed. The Lich King Arthas destroyed Thrall's plot and prevented the Burning Legion from entering Azeroth. Thrall hated the Scourge with a passion.
The Scourge has become a thorn in the side of the Burning Legion's invasion of Azeroth. It must be eradicated. Fordring, who is unwilling to remain silent, senses that his opportunity has come.
Fording sat on the ground, closed his eyes and meditated. This was a habit he had developed in recent days, just to reduce physical exertion.
A sharp dagger was close to Fording's throat, and the Blighter restrained Fording from behind. A gloomy and harsh sound sounded, like two pieces of ceramic rubbing against each other:
"Fording, your feeble appearance is really pitiful. You are even thinner than my undead body. Let me guess who is in this tomb? Your incompetent son, Taylan Fordring?"
Fording had long been accustomed to the cynicism of the Wither, and said calmly: "Nathanos, the Wither, we have an agreement on when the Queen of Darkness will arrive."
The Withered One just smiled gloomily:
"Fording, you are so courageous. If Her Royal Highness finds that you are of no use, she will turn you into a lowly corpse servant who specializes in cleaning the sewers of the Undercity."
A look of fear flashed through Fording's eyes. Cooperation with the Queen of Darkness was full of dangers, but the difficult days were obviously more terrifying. Fording mustered up his courage:
"This is a win-win cooperation. The Lich King Arthas is now held back by the Burning Legion. If the Burning Legion retreats, Arthas will be free to use the Dark Queen Sylvanas, the Savior Thrall, and
You, you all must die, no one can stop the Scourge's attack, don't forget, the Alliance has long been in collusion with Arthas."
The Blighter let go of Fording. He was a bearded man with a gloomy face and cunning eyes. He always had a sarcastic smile on his lips and had harsh words. The big shots in the Alliance and the Horde hated him. He was the only one who had a crush on him.
The Dark Queen's loyalty is unquestionable.
"Race does not represent honor. Hehe, Fording, do you know that when I was patrolling Hearthglen, I saw the Holy Light falling from the sky, so I followed the sound and rushed over. I saw an orc who was about to take off your pants. It was me.
Shoot an arrow from a distance and scare away the orc."
Fording was stunned for a moment, and the Withered One took a step forward, pointed at Fording's eyebrows and said, "Do you really think it was the orc who saved you? What a sinister and despicable race the orcs are?"
Fording, of course, knew all about that past event, and said with a smile: "Withered One, Hearthglen is heavily guarded, how could you let you sneak in?"
The Withered One's face remained unchanged, and he smiled and said: "Okay, Fording, I lied to you. In fact, it was Arthas who really saved you. He was still a prince at that time. Do you really want to treat your own
The savior takes action."
The cunning Fording rolled his eyes and said seriously: "Wither, that story was originally made up by me. I was the one who led the orc army into Hearthglen and turned all the people into military rations. I am very pleased.
Watching the people being eaten by the noble orcs, of course, I had to make up a lie to cover up what I had done to Hearthglen."
Looking at the Withered One's stunned look, Fording quietly approached him and said proudly: "I witnessed my wife and son being torn apart and eaten by Thrall, and their miserable howls still echo in my ears.
Like the most beautiful prophecy of the Holy Light, my worship of Thrall, the savior, far exceeds your loyalty to Sylvanas."
The Withered One was furious and shouted: "Lie, you are lying. If your son was eaten by Thrall, then who is buried in this tomb?"
"Haha, Wither, you are so naive. Tyran is just one of the many godsons I took in. At that time, the people of Lordaeron were in dire straits and there were hungry people selling their children and daughters everywhere. I selected seventeen people who could communicate with the Holy Light.
Children, send them into the Scarlet Crusade, Tyran is just the one with the highest official position."
The Withered One was stunned and remained silent for a long time, then managed to squeeze out a sentence:
"How despicable."
"You were fooled, Nathanos." Dark Queen Sylvanas appeared behind the two of them. Not far away were the elite royal guards. Sylvanas patted the Wither's shoulder to express comfort.
, turned to face Fording, and said arrogantly:
"You were able to deceive Nathanos easily. You did not disappoint me. Tirion Fordring. You will not become a corpse servant cleaning the sewers for the time being. Now, we can discuss cooperation. I just hope that your attitude will be
It's best to be respectful."
Fording immediately showed a flattering look and said flatteringly: "Her Highness the Great Dark Queen, it is great to meet you. In my opinion, if you want to defeat the Lich King Arthas, you can only unite the Alliance and the Horde.
strength......."
Sylvanas frowned and coldly interrupted Fording: "Don't you know that Duke Bolvar and Alsace have a tacit understanding?"
Fording was not prepared for this. He only knew that the Scourge Legion and the Alliance had a tacit understanding with each other, but he did not know that the leaders of both parties had already reached cooperation. He was startled and said:
"The matter of Duke Bolvar must be resolved. In my opinion, if the power of the Silver Dawn is integrated in the name of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the conquest of the Lich King Arthas is justified, all it takes is a man of high moral standing to raise his arms.
Once we call, many ignorant Alliance adventurers will respond to us, and I am the most suitable for this role."
"You?" Sylvanas smiled sarcastically: "A traitor to the Alliance and an accomplice of the orcs."
Fording shrugged and said, "Who knows?"
Sylvanas hesitated for a moment: "Okay, what I need is actual actions, not talk about your plans."
Fording raised his voice and said plausibly:
"My initial plan was to break into the Scourge Legion and gather information. No one is more suitable than my seventeen sons. I sent them to join the Scarlet Crusade, but unfortunately they all died in battle."
What Fording just said was not entirely a lie. Sylvanas looked at the tomb in front of her. There were seventeen corpses lying on the tomb, including men and women.