Holy Light's Hope Chapel, Darien put forward conditions.
Times have changed, and no one believes in Thrall, the savior.
The tribe urgently needs another savior to step forward and launch an attack on the Lich King, and Tirion Fordring is the best candidate.
Fording's face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear. His life and death were in the hands of others. This kind of result was not what he wanted.
Eitrigg hesitated for a moment, then saw Darien's firm face and nodded helplessly:
"Darian, I believe you will serve the tribe. This condition is not too much. I agree."
"No, no, it can't be like this!"
Fording shouted desperately: "Etrigg, I worked hard for the orcs and gave everything. I don't deserve such treatment."
Eitrigg turned around and punched Fordring hard in the chest.
Fording grunted and took a few steps back. Eitrigg roared:
"Hit me hard, just don't slap me in the face. We orcs are noble and pure. Who do you think you are? You are just a dirty and dirty scoundrel. It is your honor to be able to serve the tribe."
The elite orc guards rushed over and surrounded Fording, punching and kicking him until he couldn't get up. Eitrigg showed a cruel smile:
"Darian, Fording has lost the power to resist, it's your turn."
Darien came to Fording with a sarcastic smile:
"Fording, it turns out that you are just a dog of the orcs. This curse of mine was personally taught to my father by the Lich King Arthas. You need to experience it carefully and endure it. It is very painful."
In the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, Fording heard bursts of piercing screams. Unfortunately, they were blocked by the barrier protecting the church and could not be heard by adventurers outside.
After Fording and "Lich King Arthas" walked out of the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, the famous Ashbringer was already in Fording's hands, blooming with brilliant light.
"The cursed Ashbringer is finally cleansed."
The onlookers' adventurers exclaimed, and there were various versions of speculation about what happened in the Holy Light's Hope Chapel.
This was a wonderful drama that spread Fordring's reputation throughout Azeroth.
Originally everyone thought that the Lich King Arthas was invincible, but now Fordring has shattered this legend.
The only fly in the ointment is that the showdown between Fording and Arthas was really disappointing.
Fording, who was holding the Ashbringer, was shrouded in a powerful holy light barrier, shouting: "Suffer death, Arthas." Then he struck Arthas with a jumping chop.
Arthas seemed to see the new recruits of the Holy Light for the first time, and asked in surprise: "What is this?"
After just one encounter, Arthas was defeated and exclaimed: "This, this is impossible." Then he said a bunch of useless words and used teleportation spells to escape.
Those adventurers who wanted to witness the true strength of Arthas were disappointed! Some shrewd adventurers saw the trick in it and just wisely kept silent.
The battle of Light's Hope Chapel came to an end. Fordring took the opportunity to integrate the power of the Silver Dawn and began to recruit people in the name of destroying the Scourge Corps. It was exactly the same as the previous style of the Silver Dawn, turning a blind eye to Stratholme who was so close.
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Darion returned to Ebon Blade Fortress. Frustrated, he focused on cultivating death knights and providing them to the Alliance and Horde. He would serve whoever gave him more money and no longer struggled for his ideals.
Nathanos Blightcaller entered the Undercity and reported everything to Sylvanas. The Dark Queen on the throne tilted her head, not knowing what she was thinking.
The Withered One hurriedly spoke: "Your Majesty the Queen, the orcs refuse to give up the Silver Dawn and ignore the interests of the Forsaken. This is a betrayal of us. The territory of Lordaeron must be recovered."
Sylvanas said coldly: "Thall is a greedy beast, how can he give up the meat in his mouth? The Plagueland has been exploited by the Silver Dawn and the Scarlet Crusade. There is not much oil and water left. I have already
I decided to give up these two pieces of land and my goal was the south."
"Kingdom of Gilneas." The Withered One exclaimed.
Sylvanas said ambitiously: "This country hiding behind the high wall has a lot of wealth waiting to be plundered, and a lot of corpses waiting to transform the Forsaken. As soon as the time comes, Gilneas will become our territory."
The Wither One hurriedly expressed his loyalty: "Dark Queen, the Wither One is willing to conquer Gilneas for you."
Sylvanas waved her hand:
"The time has not come yet. I have received a precious piece of news. If it is true, it will be an important help for me. Wither, are you willing to go on my behalf?"
Obviously, Sylvanas was skeptical about the news and worried that it was a trap, but she refused to give up this excellent opportunity.
The Blighter soon understood. He knew that he had no choice. If he succeeded, he would be able to gain the queen's favor and become the queen's right-hand man.
"Your Majesty the Queen, I am very willing to accept this honor."
Sylvanas narrowed her eyes slightly and nodded: "Very good, I will let Antonidas cooperate with you, and you must bring that soul back."
A piece of enchanted parchment fell into the hands of the Wither. Sylvanas responded with a charming smile and read the information on the parchment carefully. The Wither was shocked.
Duskwood, Vogul Ogre Mountain.
A portal slowly opened, and the wither was the first to get out of the portal, followed by Antonidas in black robes. The undead archmage looked at the dark sky and said in memory:
"Twilight Forest, a familiar land! It reminds me of the lover I can't forget for a long time. Hey, if I hadn't been pursuing the path of a mage, we would have been together long ago!"
"Antonidas, give up your love! You are already a forgotten person." The Blighter sarcastically whispered, carefully observing the movements around him.
The teleportation location chosen by Antonidas was very clever. There were bushes of varying heights everywhere, and it was an inaccessible place.
The strange thing is that the Withered One looked down in one direction and was stunned.
Antonidas thought he was ambushed and hurriedly grabbed the staff, but saw the Wither walking towards the nearby bushes blankly, looking down at a small flower.
This is an ordinary flame flower, which has long passed its season and is blooming alone.
"It's so rare that there are fire flowers in the Dusk Forest!" Antonidas let out a sigh of relief when he noticed that there were no enemies around.
The Withered One showed an ugly smile, bitter but a little sweet:
"When I was young, I wanted to be an archmage just like you. I heard someone said that Medivh was the most powerful mage in the world, so I rushed to Karazhan. At the hotel in Night Town, I fell ill.
I got up and was delayed for many days."
Antonidas frowned slightly. He knew that the Blighter's life experience was extremely complicated. He was the only human ranger in recorded history who had served Sylvanas.
"In Night Town, I met a girl with a fire flower on her head. I was instantly fascinated by her. Her name is Lisa."