The Silver Crusade is recruited by the Dove of Peace, with Tirion Fordring as its leader. He has been an accomplice of the orcs from the beginning, and is also a military ration provider.
This force absolutely controlled by the orcs has completely lost its autonomy. Even if their leader is a great demon from the Burning Legion, no one will raise an opinion.
What's more, what Fording did was something that even the evil Burning Legion was in awe of.
Faced with Vol'jin's request, Sylvanas deliberately hesitated for a while and whispered:
"It is not difficult to transform Fording into the Forsaken. What I am worried about is that I will be sanctioned by the Holy Light. The Holy Light naturally restrains us Forgotten, and Fording is the spokesperson of the Holy Light."
Wo Jin glanced at the corner of his mouth and said mockingly:
"The Legion of Holy Light is a bunch of trash. We treated Fording like this, and the Holy Light only healed his injuries. Her Royal Highness, you don't have to worry about the revenge of the Holy Light."
Sylvanas deliberately kept silent. Vol'jin quickly understood that he needed benefits. He thought about it and said, "You can give priority to the power of Zul'Dacroa."
"That's pretty much it!"
Sylvanas just gave up and turned Fordring into the Forsaken, which was considered a favor to Vol'jin, and was already part of the plan. Sylvanas did not participate in the casting of the spell, and ordered Antonidas
Lead several necromancers to carry out transformation work.
Several necromancers carried away Fordring's body. When they thought that Fordring became the Forsaken and was equivalent to being controlled by Sylvanas, Vol'jin and Eitrigg were a little dejected.
Sylvanas took the initiative as soon as she came up, and she had a natural aura of a king.
"Her Royal Highness, please give me an idea on how to deal with Garrosh." Vol'jin asked listlessly.
Sylvanas was in high spirits, as if she was already the master of this place, and said loudly:
"I have brought hundreds of necromancers, all of whom are proficient in necromancy, to the camp of the Silver Crusade. Hundreds of thousands of walrus souls are wandering here. You only need to provide some bones, and I will personally build a
The army of the Forgotten.”
Eitrigg looked puzzled and asked: "Your Highness, what is your plan?"
Sylvanas smiled slightly: "What Garrosh is most worried about is the intervention of the Scourge. Believe me, Garrosh is a fool. He cannot distinguish between the Scourge and the Forsaken."
Fording sat up suddenly and grabbed the side as a habit, but did not touch the Ashbringer.
At this moment, his clothes were thin, and the tent without a brazier was freezing cold, but he didn't feel the cold at all.
All the power of holy light in the body disappeared. Touching the dry skin and feeling the power of darkness flowing in the body, Fording smiled bitterly. He knew that he had become the forgotten one.
Great Magister Antonidas put away his magic tools and said to Fording with a smile:
"Compared with the technology in the early years, the Forsaken's necromancy has made great progress. We have tried our best to preserve your appearance and applied some special ointment. It will not be visible unless you look closely. Fording, you
Your true identity is kept strictly confidential, and you are still a human being to the outside world."
Fording closed his eyes. Although he was grief-stricken, there were no tears to shed.
"I became a monster, what impact will it have on me in the future?" Fording asked in a low voice.
Antonidas shrugged and said:
"With the technology we currently have, a person only has one chance to transform into a forgotten person. If you die again, you are really dead and cannot become a forgotten person again."
"You know that's not what I asked!" Fording was a little annoyed.
Antonidas smiled slightly and said:
"You will lose most of your sensory abilities. Except for the Holy Light and elemental magic, you will not feel pain. And your lifespan is theoretically unlimited, which the Holy Light cannot bring you. The Forsaken are magical creatures.
, giving you a chance to regain your magical talent, maybe you will, like me, dedicate your life to wandering in the ocean of magic."
Fording said sadly: "But the Holy Light is far away from me, right? I can no longer take the Ashbringer."
Antonidas thought for a while:
"The Forgotten are controlled by the power of darkness in their bodies. The Holy Light and the power of darkness are incompatible, so the Holy Light is the nemesis of the Forgotten. Perhaps we can use Holy Light to replace the power of darkness. Fording, don't be discouraged. If you are persistent
If you need the Holy Light, you should study it with me."
"I'm not interested in the study of magic at all."
A cold light flashed through Fording's dry eye sockets, and he said sadly:
"I enjoy the convenience brought by the Holy Light. It is so easy to get something for nothing. All I need is that Naaru chooses me. I am full of happiness. Unfortunately, there is nothing left now."
Antonidas patiently advised:
"Is there any difference? Just like when you defeat the Lich King Arthas, it is a drama in itself. The Holy Light gives you power, but it will not help you defeat Arthas. What you need is to hone your acting skills and win over the people.
recognition, rather than regaining the Holy Light."
Fording was inspired and regained his confidence:
"Yes, it is no different from before. I am still the leader of the Silver Crusade and the spokesperson of the Holy Light. I am determined to fight to destroy the Scourge and save Azeroth."
The camp of the Silver Crusade, inside the cave used to process the Walrus Man.
Sylvanas led Antonidas and hundreds of necromancers to draw complex magic circles in the cave. Under the control of Antonidas, dozens of psychic magic circles operated simultaneously.
The cave immediately became gloomy and windy, and the souls of countless walrus people were looming, filling every inch of the space.
Those relatively complete souls of the Walrus people were selected and qualified to enter the psychic circle.
Skeletons piled up around the psychic circle. With the infusion of a large amount of dark power, the walrus skeletons stood up one by one. The necromancers put on armor and robes for the resurrected skeletons. They will become the forgotten ones.
warrior.
Sylvanas nodded with satisfaction:
"The Forsaken made from the bones of the Walrus are completely different from the Forsaken in the Undercity. Garrosh will soon be frightened and flee back to Orgrimmar."
Under the cover of night, an army of walrus skeletons marched quietly, with the goal of Garrosh escorting the supply troops transporting grain and grass.
Thousands of skeletal walrus soldiers rushed into the camp, slaughtering the sleeping orc soldiers silently, burning everything, deliberately leaving a few alive.
In just three days, seven small logistics units were attacked in succession. According to the survivors who escaped, the attackers were a group of tall skeletal warriors.
"It must be the Scourge Legion, why are they targeting me like this?"
Garrosh couldn't understand that since entering the Zul'Drak Empire, Garrosh had not violated Voltarus Autumn, the headquarters of the Scourge, and the two sides had no infringement.
"The Scourge Legion is too powerful. The strong do not need a reason to attack the weak. Perhaps this is a small warning from Arthas, not allowing me to get involved in the Zul'Drak Empire."
Thinking of this, Garrosh, who knew the current situation, led the army to escape from Zul'Drak overnight and retreat towards the Howling Fjord.