Nathanos Blightcaller?
Thrall smirked, took out his pen, and crossed out the Forsaken's name, effectively announcing his death. Thrall laughed mockingly.
"Sylvanas's pet, a mere Nathanos Blightcaller, dares to interfere in the Argent Tournament? I think he wants to die again."
In addition, Thrall was also very dissatisfied with Eitrigg's two brothers-in-law, and heavily marked their names.
Out of consideration for Eitrigg, Thrall merely eliminated them without taking their lives.
Eitrigg was quite frightened and hurriedly said:
"Thank you for the Savior's mercy."
The Trial of the Champion has officially begun, with Tirion Fordring delivering the opening address.
Tirion Fordring stood up, his face serious, and read aloud from his prepared speech.
First, the text devotes considerable space to praising Thrall's greatness and the Orcs' bravery, how they saved Azeroth time and time again, before vehemently condemning the Scourge's Evil.
"No one in this world is more Evil than the Scourge, led by the Lich King. They are cruel and merciless, slaughtering countless innocent races. In Northrend, the Tuskarrs were brutally massacred by the Scourge, and the Lich King's hands are stained with their blood. The Scourge also harmed the Loa of the Zul'Drak Empire, resulting in the fall of five Loa."
Thrall wrapped himself in the Tuskarr -skin coat and nodded in satisfaction.
Tirion Fordring grew increasingly angry as he spoke, and roared:
"To save Azeroth, we must wage a final battle against the Scourge. That's why I created the Argent Tournament —to select true warriors to ascend the Frozen Throne and slay the Evil Lich King."
On the rooftop of the Trial Arena, the Black Knight, shrouded in shadow, heard Tirion Fordring 'Black Knight speech, which fueled a burning anger within him.
Because of Ner'zhul's corrupting dark magic, the Black Knight's mind was relatively simple; he was only loyal to the Lich King. Of course, he was unaware that the Lich King Tirion Fordring spoke of was Arthas.
The Trial of the Champion have officially begun, starting with an equestrian competition, in which five elite soldiers selected by the Argent Crusade will battle against the trial participants.
Having received Thrall's secret orders, the five soldiers immediately launched a joint attack on the Forsaken in the party upon entering the battlefield.
The champion team, which relied entirely on connections, was utterly ineffective. Nathanos Blightcaller's uncle was quickly knocked off his horse, trampled by five horses in succession, and his bones were shattered into powder.
Afterwards, the five soldiers attacked Eitrigg's two brothers-in-law, only managing to knock them off their horses and eliminate them.
The champion team lost one member and had two eliminated, suddenly losing three members.
Thrall clapped his hands, adding three more candidates: two Orcs and a scantily clad Blood Elf woman.
Thrall chuckled and said, "These two Orcs, one is Agna's cousin, and the other is General Nazgrim's brother. I thought these two kids were good, so I gave them a chance."
Vol'jin frowned upon hearing this. He hadn't heard of Agna having a cousin. Could it be her lover?
Eitrigg felt a pang of jealousy. Nazgrim had risen from a soldier to a brigadier general because of his talent for flattery, which had won Thrall's favor.
People say Nazgrim has a bright future and may one day replace Eitrigg as Thrall's confidant.
Nazgrim's brother was just a good-for-nothing hoodlum in Orgrimmar, but he never expected to have the opportunity to become a member of the Trials of Champions team.
Tirion Fordring stared intently at the beautiful Blood Elf woman and whispered, "What is the background of this Blood Elf?"
Thrall explained with a smile, "She is the apprentice of Regent Lor'themar."
Looking at the Blood Elf woman's barely-there metal armor, everyone knew what kind of disciple this was.
Tirion Fordring said enviously, "The Regent has good taste."
The Trial of the Champion has moved on to the next round, and the winner has already been decided. The following matches are utterly uninteresting and are merely a formality.
Thrall, feeling a bit sleepy, yawned and chatted casually with Eitrigg.
Vol'jin was also drowsy, but forced himself to stay awake.
Finally, the grand finale arrived: five challengers would face off against the most powerful Paladin of the Argent Crusade. Tirion Fordring stood up; he was the host of the final battle.
But Tirion Fordring reverted to his old habit, incessantly praising the greatness of the Savior Thrall, going on and on without end, seemingly never going to stop.
Except for Thrall, who had a beaming smile on his face, everyone in the arena was tired of hearing it.
Vol'jin muttered to himself in dissatisfaction, "I really want to throw this old bastard out."
Boom!
The roof of the training ground has been breached.
A black shadow flashed, and Black Knight riding a black warhorse descended from the sky, slashing at the eloquent Tirion Fordring with his sword.
Caught off guard, Tirion Fordring hastily gathered his Power of the Holy Light, only to feel an immense force slam into him. Tirion Fordring's body flew far away, smashing a large hole in the wall before sliding limply to the ground, his fate unknown.
"You ruined my grand entrance, you scoundrel."
The Black Knight shouted.
"There are assassins; protect the great Savior Thrall!"
Thrall's guards quickly raised their shields, forming a barrier that firmly protected Thrall in the center.
The Black Knight ignored Thrall and walked toward the five trial participants, wielding his massive sword.
"You dare challenge the Invincible Lich King?"
The Black Knight thrust his sword into Nazgrim's brother's chest. The Orgrimmar thug was clearly stunned, his mind blank, and he forgot to dodge.
The longsword pierced through his chest, dark energy coalesced, flesh and blood tore away, and he transformed into a Ghoul.
"Help me."
I don't want to die here.
"Mother!"
The other four trial participants were terrified and scattered in all directions, but they could not escape the Black Knight's pursuit and were all turned into Ghouls. In the end, only the Blood Elf woman remained.
"I don't kill women."
The Black Knight spoke with great gentlemanly grace, then raised his sword and roared:
Who else?
Faced with the menacing Black Knight, Vol'jin Eitrigg trembled with fear.
With no opponent, the Black Knight laughed loudly, "You lot dare to challenge the Invincible Lich King? What a bunch of incompetent trash!"
Above the Argent Tournament, Human Veteran floated in the air, carefully observing the Black Knight.
"Very well, a high-ranking general of the Scourge. No wonder Tirion Fordring was no match for him. Heh heh, Lich King Arthas, you're still too naive. Pay the price for your foolishness."
The Human Veteran unleashed a beam of dark light at the ground, and the Magic Circle that had already been built beneath the Trial of the Crusader Grounds began to activate.
As countless souls poured into the remains of Y'Shaarj, the Frost ground cracked open, and a long black tentacle emerged.
The Black Knight had won and was about to leave triumphantly when he was suddenly entangled by the black tentacles and dragged into the cracked depths of the underground.
The ground slowly closed up, as if nothing had happened.
The Human Veteran's face was filled with ferocity as he viciously grabbed forward with his right hand.
"Arthas, I've caught you, minions of the Scourge. Your end has come. Scream in agony amidst endless terror."
Centered on the Argent Tournament, a gray force rapidly spread, crossing the Icecrown Bulwark and quickly covering the entire Icecrown Glacier.