The flashlight kept flashing, and Fording enjoyed this feeling as he entered the dark cathedral. On the altar of the church, there was a beating black heart.
Fording came to the heart, with a serious look on his face, and said seriously:
"Arthas, have you heard my call? Holy light, when you were born, all the paladins in Lordaeron were enlightened at the same time: you will become a world destroyer, an executioner stained with blood.
At that time, the forests of Lordaeron whispered the name of the future savior: Thrall."
Fording's right hand condensed the powerful power of Holy Light and shouted loudly:
"Alsace, I watched you grow day by day, and finally turned against the people. I will redeem your soul, and hope that you will learn from the great savior Thrall, his kindness, greatness, and his
Selflessness, a personality that looks up to the mountains, and a mind as broad as the ocean all spur us forward."
At this moment, the people in the church were slowly pushed away, and a figure walked in.
According to the arrangement of the script, Tyran should be dressing up as Alsace at this moment, wearing a black armor, walking in with a replica of Frostmourne, and starting a duel with Fording. In the end, he was seriously injured and lost, leaving some cruel words to escape.
Fording turned around, showing surprise, and asked: "Who are you?"
The person who came was an elf with pointed ears. Although he was a head taller than Fording, he was only skin and bones. He had a rag around his waist and his eyes were full of madness.
Fording was startled and recognized that this was a wither.
"This is Jim the Blightbearer from the Broken Isles." Someone in the media recognized him.
"Energy, crystal, Jim needs more energy." The withered man showed his fangs and looked Fording up and down: "What a rich holy light energy, now it belongs to me."
Jim the Blighter pounced on Fording, opened his mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit Fording's shoulder.
Fording was horrified and hurriedly used the power of holy light to defend. A golden shield enveloped Fording, which was the symbol of the Paladin, the Holy Shield.
The Holy Shield spell is immune to all damage. Wither Jim cannot get close to Fording's body. He spreads his limbs and holds the egg-shell-like Holy Shield, feeling as comfortable as taking a bath in a hot spring:
"What a rich holy light energy. I feel like I have been reborn. Jim needs more energy, more."
Wither Jim frantically absorbed the energy of the Holy Shield. Fording knew something was wrong, so he hurriedly removed the Ashbringer and attacked Jim.
With the strong power of the Holy Light, the Ashbringer slashed at the Witherer viciously. Wither Jim stretched out his eagle-like talons and grabbed the Ashbringer's sharp sword blade.
"A good weapon, and the energy belongs to me."
Jim the Witherer showed a proud and ferocious smile.
Fording wanted to take back the Ashbringer, but he couldn't. Jim the Blighter's power was terrifying. Seeing the Ashbringer gradually dimming, Fording yelled anxiously:
"God save me."
The divine envoy followed the orc scouts and entered an airship next to the town. An orc maid brought a pot of tea and asked the divine envoy to wait a moment. General Garrosh would be here soon.
The envoy, who was holding back his anger, originally wanted to settle the score with Garrosh, but unfortunately he waited and waited, but the orc general did not arrive. The envoy suddenly realized that something was wrong.
"Oops, I fell into the trap. This is to transfer me away on purpose."
The angel rushed back to the dark cathedral as quickly as possible. Inside the church, countless flashlights flashed, and the media continued to take pictures from various angles as if they were on stimulants.
At this moment, Fording had been knocked to the ground. Jim the Blighter was pressing on him, eating his flesh and blood. White bones were exposed in many places.
Seeing the divine envoy rushing towards him, Jim the Wither hurriedly let go of Old Fording, showing a fearful expression, and fled out of the cathedral in a few quick steps without knowing where he was going.
The divine envoy did not catch up and hurriedly helped Fording up.
Fording waved his hand feebly and forced a smile: "It doesn't matter, I'm used to it. I can continue. Go see Tailan. I hope he is safe and don't miss the show."
The rich power of holy light fell from the sky and healed Fording's injuries.
While supporting Fording to rest on the side, the emissary put on a serious face and shouted to the media:
"I remember your faces. If anything about what happened today is leaked, all of you, your families, colleagues, bosses, and even your tribe will die worthless, and no one will remember your existence.
"
Everyone was trembling with fear and dared not speak.
Big Candle Jage stood up to smooth things over, laughing and saying:
"You have been doing this job for more than a day or two, but have you ever told the truth? Today we took other people's money and we all know what to do, so you don't need me to teach you, right?"
Everyone hurriedly ruined the filming just now and swore not to leak anything.
In the corner outside the church, Tailan was found unconscious. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured.
After experiencing such a twists and turns, Fording and Tailan were not in the mood to perform, so they staged several heroic battles. In the end, Fording chopped the black heart with a sword, and the farce ended in a hurry.
Howling Fjord, Orc Camp.
Garrosh picked up a Gadgetzan Evening News and looked at the large report on it in surprise.
In the Dark Cathedral, Tirion Fordring accidentally fell into the Lich King Arthas's trick, but with the help of the Holy Light, he successfully seriously injured Arthas, and Arthas fled in a hurry.
"Tirion Fordring, Holy Light, how is this possible?"
Garrosh scratched his head, suspecting that the report above was false, but there were many pictures of Fordring holding the Ashbringer, which proved that Fordring did possess the powerful power of the Holy Light.
The article also pointed out that the testimony against Fording a few days ago was pure slander and a trick of the Scourge. It claimed that the end of the Scourge was imminent and had to resort to such dirty tricks, calling on more adventurers to join the righteous Silver Northern Expedition.
Army, fighting to save Azeroth.
"What happened?"
Garrosh was at a loss and hurriedly wrote to Doras.
The urgent magic letter had just been sent out when Garrosh suddenly felt a bit solemn in the air. Just as he turned around, a hand was firmly clasped around his throat.
It was the envoy who restrained Garrosh and asked fiercely:
"Garrosh, your father is just Thrall's dog. Have you forgotten your identity? A few days ago, you ruined our big event, and I haven't settled the account with you yet. In the Dark Cathedral, you actually still
His stubbornness almost killed Fording."
Garrosh's face turned red, but he was speechless and could only shake his head feebly.
The Oracle let go of his hand, letting Garrosh collapse to the ground like mud.
"What else do you want to say before you die?"
Garrosh hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowed vigorously, and cried bitterly: "Master God's Envoy, I am wronged, what a dark cathedral, I don't know about this at all."
The envoy frowned slightly, and the magic told him that Garrosh was not lying.