Regarding Fording's past with the orc sisters Kerena and Gorgona, later generations always gave them ambiguous looks when talking about it, and Fording was always hesitant and unwilling to explain.
Coupled with the wall-facing fictions and illusions of Big Candle Jage and others, countless interesting stories were born.
The intertwining of love and hate across races has always been the most attractive theme, and it is very popular in Azeroth.
However, only Fording and a few others know the true situation.
Fording was tied tightly to the dining table. The two sisters took sharp daggers and carefully cut off the flesh on his body, weighed it carefully, and then ate it.
Sisters Kerena and Gorgona are orcs with ideals. Fording was blessed by the Holy Light and recovered from his injuries, which inspired them.
If the Holy Light can heal all injuries, then the Paladin can continuously provide flesh and blood for the orcs.
An orc army only needs to carry a certain number of paladins, cut their flesh every day and pray for the Holy Light to heal them. The orcs' ration problem is completely solved. This is of cross-epochal significance for the orcs, and Thrall will also benefit from the unfavorable situation.
Break free.
Unfortunately, it backfired. Even a top paladin like Fording could not provide him with fifty pounds of meat a day, which was not enough for the two sisters.
Research has found that ordinary Silver Crusade soldiers are not always blessed by the Holy Light, and will bleed to death after cutting off a few kilograms of flesh.
The Holy Light is limited and cannot provide more help.
The experiment failed, and the two sisters refused to give up. Gao Gegna was a master of torture, and could ensure that Fording would not suffer a mental breakdown, and under this premise, he would get the maximum pain.
The orc sisters enjoyed this kind of torture. Fording watched helplessly as his flesh was cut off alive every day, and then the Holy Light healed his injuries and restored him to his original state. Such days passed like years.
Thrall's direct legions were recuperating in Dragonblight for half a month, and Fording's torture lasted for half a month. He felt regretful in his heart, complaining that the Holy Light should not have saved him, and just let Dranosh beat him to death.
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It wasn't until the orc sisters lost interest in Fording that the two led the Orgrimmar Front and the Salma Front to leave. Their goal was Grizzly Bear Hills.
Grizzly Hills, one of the most livable areas in Northrend, is rich in timber, rich in natural resources, and home to a large number of wild animals, which are what the Thrall Army needs most.
Rather than overestimating one's capabilities and fighting against the Scourge, plundering the Grizzly Hills was in line with the orcs' ideals.
Fording struggled to get up from the dining table. The inhuman torture for half a month had left him mentally weak, his legs weak, and he could no longer walk.
Staggeringly, he came to the camp of the Silver Northern Expedition. At this moment, the Silver Northern Expedition had less than a thousand people, and the rest were all old, weak, sick and disabled. Fording sighed and looked at Eitrigg with a wry smile:
"I gave everything to save Azeroth, but what did I get?"
Eitrigg disagreed and scolded:
"Fording, you should realize that it is your honor to be eaten by a noble orc. I really don't understand that a paladin who prides himself on justice like you doesn't have such a high level of thought."
At this moment, the Troll's scout troops were still staying in the camp, and Fording did not dare to cause trouble.
The helpless Fording could only write to the Dove of Peace, one of which was sent to Theramore and handed into the hands of Jaina. He prayed to the Dove of Peace to call on more adventurers to enter the country in the name of saving Azeroth.
Sender, join the great Silver Northern Expedition.
On a dark and stormy night, dozens of troop transport ships secretly landed at the Moaaki port in the Longhu wilderness. Fording and Eitrigg went to greet them. Fording looked at the groups of orc warriors getting off the ship in surprise.
, this is a truly elite team.
Eitrigg proudly declared:
"Some people say that the Kor'kron Legion is the most powerful legion of the orcs, while others say that the Frostwolf Cavalry is the elite. Hehe, they are all wrong. In front of us is the real main force of the orcs, a powerful legion that is invincible in the world, and also the savior of Sasha.
This is your last source of confidence."
The orc soldiers boarded the shore, and as they got closer, Fording suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling.
The orcs in front of him were taller and stronger than ordinary orcs. Their skin was covered with thick scales, their faces were terrifying, and their fangs were like two sharp daggers.
"This is the power of the dragon!" Fording looked surprised.
Eitrigg chuckled: "Yes, these are the real invincible orcs, dragon-blooded orcs. It's a pity that there were originally more... Fortunately, Thrall hid a little, even the most common dragon-blooded orcs.
Orc soldiers can easily defeat ten King Saurfang."
There are about 20,000 soldiers in the legion, mixed with many Darkspear trolls, but there are only about 3,000 dragon-blooded orcs. In order to save the unfavorable situation, Thrall even sent all his family members.
Fording seemed to see the hope of victory, and the torture he suffered suddenly became unimportant. He clenched his fist and said: "With such a powerful dragon-blooded orc, the Scourge Legion will definitely be defeated."
"Haha, you are so stupid, Old Fording, you are such a hopeless idiot."
The sound of ridicule came, and Fording followed the sound and saw a troll taking off his hat. It was Vol'jin, Thrall's most trusted man, following Lorkhan closely behind him.
Eitrigg and Vol'jin are the leaders of this army, and Lorkhan is just his deputy.
Lockhan chuckled and said: "The dragon-blooded orcs were careful and concealed all the way, just to avoid being discovered. Our target is the frost troll of Zul'Drak."
Vol'jin nodded, grinned and said: "The Drakkari Frost Trolls have a long history, even comparable to the Zandalari Trolls. We must attack Gurdak City, the capital of Drakkari, in one go, and obtain the tens of thousands of money accumulated by the Frost Trolls.
Years of wealth, and the flesh and blood of millions of frost trolls.”
Eitrigg said proudly: "Plundering and destroying, making Northrend a forbidden area of life, is what the Horde should do. As for fighting against the Scourge, let the Alliance have the headache."
The Drakkari Frost Trolls are protected by the Loa gods and are even more terrifying than the weakened Blue Dragons. Garrosh would rather attack the Nexus than dare to attack Zul'Drak.
Unexpectedly, Thrall's ambition was greater than others, and he sent out the dragon-blooded orcs who had been hiding for many years, hoping to capture Zul'Drak in one fell swoop.
As long as he obtains the wealth of this ten thousand-year empire, Thrall can turn around.
Fording deeply lamented that compared to cunning and insidiousness, he and Thrall were far different.
Wo'jin patted Fording's shoulder and said with a gloomy smile:
"Fording, this is the core secret of the tribe. Even Saurfang and Garrosh don't know the existence of dragon-blooded orcs. Do you know why you are allowed to see it?"
Fording was so frightened that his legs weakened, and Vol'jin sarcastically said:
"Look at you, how can you fight against the Scourge with this timid look?"
Fording was stunned. He witnessed multiple tribal armies passing by, all looking for their own ways to make a fortune. He did not expect that the heavy responsibility of fighting against the Scourge would fall on his shoulders.
Wo Jin chuckled and said seriously:
"Fording, you must set an example for the Alliance, take the lead in fighting the Scourge Corps, and attract more alliances to participate. The honor of defeating the Lich King all belongs to you. You see, how generous the Horde is.