Chapter nine hundred and sixty-seven: ten thousand soul resurrection technique one
When Wo'jin understood the whole situation, he realized the seriousness of the matter and regretted it endlessly.
If it is only guided by public opinion, its effect is limited, and it will be wiped out in an instant in the face of power, so Woking is not worried about Fording's secrets being leaked.
But if public opinion is combined with power, it will have terrible effects.
Doras, the richest man among the orcs, possesses a powerful tool of public opinion and has the power to influence the entire tribe.
Doras even forced Thrall to express his position. In the face of the ten serious pieces of evidence, even Thrall was forced to stay in seclusion and wrote a letter scolding Vol'jin and Eitrigg for their incompetence.
If only Fordring and the Silver Crusade had a bad reputation, all this could still be undone, for example, by replacing them with Balnazzar and the Scarlet Crusade.
But then it involves the credibility of the Dove of Peace, which is troublesome. After all, the Dove of Peace is responsible for the recruitment of the Silver Northern Expedition and bears joint responsibility.
The evidence listed by Doras was that the soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition had all become minions of the Scourge, slandering the Dove of Peace for colluding with the Scourge.
As soon as the news came out, Azeroth was in an uproar.
King Varian of Stormwind City said that he must get to the bottom of things and not wrong any good person, nor let any bad person go.
The leader of the Dove of Peace was Jaina, and behind her stood two guardians. When he thought about this joint, Vol'jin had a splitting headache, and he knew that a catastrophe had occurred.
But the current situation is not something Woking can solve.
The soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition surrounded Fording's tent tightly. As long as Fording showed up and confirmed his identity as the undead, everything would be over, and Wojin would not be able to apologize even if he died.
Vol'jin thought for a long time, then decided to fight to the end, preparing to kill the soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition to keep Fording's secret.
The Silver Crusade has no armor or weapons, and they are all bare-handed. They are the opponents of the dragon-blooded orcs.
Just as Vol'jin was making up his mind, a human veteran walked into the tent and glared at Vol'jin: "Incompetent Vol'jin, tell me, how did Fordring die?"
"Who are you?"
Wojin asked loudly, feeling a little uneasy. His camp was heavily guarded, why would Alliance soldiers approach him?
The human veteran's hand was clasped forward, as if he was holding Wo'jin's life.
At this moment, Wojin endured unbearable torture, skinning, cutting off all the flesh with a knife, being quartered by five horses, being flooded and burned, etc.
What's even more frightening is that Wo'jin couldn't make a sound. When everything stopped, Wo'jin knelt on the ground weakly. His whole body was exhausted and his mind was blurred.
"This is just a punishment for being disrespectful to you. You have no right to know my identity. As for the mistakes you made, I will settle the score with you later."
The human veteran threatened Vol'jin coldly, and then looked at Eitrigg aside.
Eitrigg was so frightened that he quickly knelt on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy.
The veteran smiled sarcastically, did not punish Eitrigg, and ordered loudly:
"Listen, the only way to reverse the unfavorable situation is to take the risk of resurrecting Fording and then put on a show. Keep your mouths shut."
Eitrigg's mind changed rapidly, and he did not forget to suppress his opponent, and whispered:
"Doras the Orc, a ungrateful female orc, she really ruined things."
The veteran cursed fiercely: "Stupid, if only Doras could have developed to this point, don't you understand? There is a conspiracy of the Scourge Legion behind this."
Fording hid uneasily in a corner of the tent. Outside the tent, heavily armed soldiers were making their last stand.
It's a pity that the perpetrators are outnumbered. If the soldiers can't resist it and their identity is exposed, everything will be over. Now we can only count on Wojin to lend a helping hand.
"Ashbringer!"
Fording began to miss this artifact. If the Ashbringer was in hand, he would not be in the embarrassment he is today.
It's a pity that Fording is now a forgotten one and must stay away from the Ashbringer.
"what do I do?"
Fording grabbed his hair hard, with a look of panic on his face. Looking at the cold ground under his feet, he realized that escaping might be a good idea.
A milky white light fell from the sky and filled every corner of the tent. It was so bright that Fording could not open his eyes.
The mysterious radiance carried a terrifying heat, and the entire tent seemed to be on fire, glowing with dazzling light, but it did not hurt Fording.
Fording, who is familiar with Holy Light, knows that although it looks exactly like Holy Light, it is not Holy Light, but another mysterious energy.
The commotion outside the tent stopped. The soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition looked at the brightly lit tent in front of them in surprise and retreated one after another. Many soldiers shed tears of regret.
Tirion Fordring once again demonstrated the terrifying power of the Holy Light and successfully shattered the rumors. I don’t know where it started. Everyone shouted Fording’s name in unison.
Of course, some people had doubts. A few officers in the Silver Northern Expedition had obtained the power of the Holy Light and noticed that there was something indescribably strange about the Holy Light in front of them.
Unfortunately, their opposition was meaningless and was drowned in the boiling crowd.
A majestic voice came from the sky:
"Tirion Fordring, you are my favorite and my personally chosen spokesperson. Whoever is willing to follow Fording will receive eternal glory."
The Holy Light actually made a sound, probably for the first time in the history of Azeroth.
Tens of thousands of the Silver Northern Expeditionary Army knelt on the ground, devoutly expressing their willingness to follow Fording.
Eitrigg looked at the human veteran in surprise. His methods were very terrifying, almost like a god. What is the origin of this man?
The veteran looked serious, waving the scepter in his hand, casting spells meticulously, and bright rays of light fell on the heads of the silver Northern Expeditionary Army, which were his chosen followers.
Then, a majestic voice came from the sky again:
"Followers of Fording, you are lucky. You will accept the trial of the Holy Light together with Fording. When Fording returns, the Lich King will die."
As soon as he finished speaking, a more terrifying light fell from the sky, as bright as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.
When Eitrigg opened his eyes, he found that Fording's tent and the nearly 10,000 selected Silver Northern Expeditionary Army soldiers had all disappeared.
This is such a terrifying group teleportation technique.
This miracle quickly spread throughout the continent of Azeroth, and the doubts about Fordring were much smaller. Even Doras chose to keep her mouth shut.
The adventurers are all waiting for Fording to return from the Trial of Holy Light.
Moonglade, Remulos' palace.
Remulos looked at Fordring in front of him with a look of disgust on his face. Moonlight Grove is the holy land designated by the Moon God, and a dirty Forgotten One has simply defiled the sacred land here.
Beside Fording, the envoy said solemnly: "Remulos, the moon god ordered us to resurrect Tirion Fordring. You need to make some preparations."
Remulos's eyes flashed with joy, and then he asked worriedly: "Isn't the Moon God worried about the prying eyes of the Scourge?"
The envoy handed over a list of names and said seriously:
"The omniscient and omnipotent Moon God has already considered this situation and has a way to deal with it. Take this list and summon the people on the list. Don't tell them our purpose."