Chapter nine hundred and twentieth: do your best to obey the destiny
"I do not understand."
Kits looked directly into Fording's eyes and asked incomprehensibly: "Everything you have done and suffered is to leave a reputation."
There was some struggle in Fording's eyes. He slowly put down his wine glass and thought for a long time:
"Perhaps you want to say that I am not worthy. I have also thought hard about it. What if I don't do this? Once I leave the protection of the tribe, I will have nothing and fall into an even more miserable situation."
The fire on the side was burning brightly, and Fording's eyes were also flashing with firelight. His brows relaxed, as if he had figured something out, and he said slowly:
"Opportunities are only reserved for those who are prepared. Maybe one day I can seize the opportunity and become extremely powerful, as free as the ancient gods and Titans. If I give up, then there will be nothing, not even hope.
If everything is lost, what is the meaning of such a life? Night watchman, you will soon understand what it means to be involuntarily."
Kits sighed quietly. Fording was right. When he was a night watchman, he was very envious of those officials and nobles. They enjoyed a luxurious life, they controlled people's life and death at will, and they were aloof.
But when he became the king of Stormwind City and successfully trampled the nobles and officials under his feet, he realized that the king was also troubled.
They drove away the Duke of Beauval just to gain freedom.
But now the shackles of the tribe are on his body, making it impossible for him to break free, like a trapped animal in a cage, surrounded by chains one after another.
If I had known earlier, I would not have been the king.
Suddenly there was a cry of killing outside the tent. Could it be that there was a conflict between Garrosh and Vol'jin.
Fording looked surprised and hurriedly walked out of the tent. It was foggy at some point in the camp. He couldn't see clearly from a few steps away, but there was a clear cry of killing.
The violent roars of the orcs, the roar of the dragon's breath, and the brilliant magic of the Dalaran mage were looming in the heavy fog.
"Strange, why are they fighting? Something is wrong." Fording said to himself.
Kits looked at Fording in surprise and asked, "Garrosh came here at night, didn't he want to fight?"
Fording smiled and shook his head: "Nightwatch, you don't know the orcs well enough. Although Garrosh comes with anger, I understand him and will definitely exercise restraint. Vol'jin and Eitrigg are not fools. You are not worthy yet."
They fought over it in a civil war."
Kits opened his mouth, but could not speak.
Fording suddenly discovered that the dragon-blooded orc guarding Kites was missing. He was probably involved in the melee. He hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, we should go back to the tent and wait to avoid being affected. The fog is so heavy outside.
It’s turned into a pot of porridge.”
Kits didn't suspect anything, nodded, and followed Fording into the tent.
Just as Fording expected, although Garrosh came with great momentum, he did not want to fight against Vol'jin's dragon-blooded orcs. It would not be good for anyone to lose both sides.
Garrosh just wanted to get a share of the pie. Vol'jin and Eitrigg understood Garrosh's thoughts. The two orc armies were facing each other outside the camp. It seemed that a battle could happen at any time. However, the leaders of both sides did not want to fight and discussed privately.
How to divide half a million humans.
When the two sides were about to reach a settlement, a burst of heavy fog suddenly covered the two armies. Then, the violent roars of the orcs came from the fog, and the orc team rushed to the opposite side without hesitation, chopping melons and vegetables.
It is difficult to control the orcs in the rage, which triggers a series of chain reactions. Orcs continue to enter the violent state, and a melee is inevitable. In order to protect themselves, the Dalaran mage and the red dragon also joined the battle.
The melee could no longer be stopped.
No one knew that the melee was triggered by a bottle of violent potion.
Kits and Fording were silent. At this moment, a man hurriedly rushed in outside the tent. This was Kits's guard leader, a loyal veteran.
"Your Majesty, Garrosh and Vol'jin are fighting. The two sides are fighting. The dragon-blooded orcs outside the tent have all gone to join the battle. Here is our chance to escape."
"Escape? Is that possible?"
Kits asked anxiously. It wasn't that he didn't want to escape, but he was just worried about being caught by the orcs and suffering painful torture, which made him hesitate.
The leader of the guards said hurriedly: "Your Majesty, don't hesitate, this is your only chance."
I saw Fording stand up and stand at the door of the tent like a door god, holding the Ashbringer in his hand, the holy light shrouded his body, and shouted loudly:
"No one is allowed to leave this tent today. This is all for Azeroth."
The leader of the guards knew Fording's bravery, but now he could only fight with all his strength. He rushed forward and hit Fording hard in the face with his fist.
Fording was knocked out and fell heavily to the ground, spitting out a few broken teeth. Fording suddenly stood up, his hair disheveled, and roared:
"I am the great Tirion Fordring. For the sake of Azeroth, no one can leave today. Supreme Holy Light, please bless me, give me strength, and help me eradicate the evil in front of me."
The terrifying power of Holy Light fell from the sky and enveloped Fording's body. Fording's strength, blessed by the Holy Light, increased steadily. Even Kites, who had received the blessing of the Wolf God, felt a sense of powerlessness that he could not match.
Fording, shrouded in the holy light, was like a god, leading the guards step by step, and at the same time said loudly: "See, this is how the serving tribe has gained strength. There has never been fairness and justice in this world, and the loser loses everything.
Only the victor succeeds."
The leader of the guards gritted his teeth, knowing that he was no match, but still bravely waved his fist to meet the terrifying Ashbringer in his fist.
"Bang!"
The fist collided with the Ashbringer, but was unscathed. The guard leader showed a surprised look. Fording staggered back. The guard leader's fist hit Fording's face. Fording's cheek quickly collapsed, like a broken thread.
It flew out like a kite.
"This is impossible." Kits looked around blankly, realizing that this was by no means the strength of the leader of the guards.
"Your Majesty, things in this world are sometimes very simple, as long as you are brave enough." Robbie walked out of the fog, his head and face covered by a black cloak.
Originally, Robbie didn't want to rescue Kits, and it was best to let him die here.
But when Kits was about to reach an agreement with the tribe, Robbie couldn't sit still and began to understand why King Varian always actively cooperated with the tribe every time something happened.
The result of each war is that the tribe wins a great victory and becomes stronger and stronger, while the alliance always suffers from hardship, countless refugees, and the kingdom is in turmoil and becomes weaker and weaker.
Although he couldn't change history, Robbie couldn't just watch this happen and sit idly by, so he used magic to create a fog and threw a bottle of violent potion into the orc team.
Do your best and obey fate, this is Robbie's attitude.
"Who are you?" Kits asked cautiously.
Robbie smiled and said:
"Your Majesty the King, you don't need to know who I am. If I want to kill you, you have no chance of survival. Follow me and I will take you back to Stormwind City. This is your chance and the one left for Azeroth."