When this force passed through Icecrown Citadel, Robbie immediately sensed something was amiss.
In the Frost, frozen Northrend, few plants can survive in such harsh conditions!
But in that instant, Robbie clearly saw that the earth was covered in green.
A layer of green moss appeared on the snow-covered ground, moss grew all over the hard rocks, and small grasses grew tenaciously in the cracks of the stones.
But the greenery existed only for a moment before the plants turned to ashes, a layer of ash drifting in the air, seemingly drawn to all living things.
Robbie didn't notice anything unusual about the Ashes of Calamity, and the Scourge didn't experience anything amiss when they touched them.
However, in the Argent Tournament, the Orcs howled in pain as soon as they touched the Ashes of Calamity. Their Orcs could not bear the pain, rolling around on the ground.
Even Thrall and Eitrigg did not escape the calamity.
Thrall clutched his head, screaming in agony along with the many guards. Eitrigg, writhing in pain, pounded his head against the wall, the blood flowing from him tinged with green.
Vol'jin froze, not understanding what was happening, a cold smile creeping onto his lips.
Tirion Fordring struggled to his feet from the wall and was horrified to see Thrall in such pain.
If Thrall, the Savior, were to meet with an accident, the Orcs would almost certainly perish. At that time, Tirion Fordring would become the Betrayer condemned by all and cursed for generations, the greatest traitor in the history of Azeroth.
Tirion Fordring hurriedly used Holy Light to help Thrall heal, but unfortunately, the Holy Light had no effect on this mysterious power. Instead, it exacerbated Thrall's pain, and green rashes quickly spread all over Thrall's body.
Besides the unbearable pain, there was also an unbearable itching. Thrall scratched so hard that his skin was almost raw.
Vol'jin, his face pale with rage, slapped Tirion Fordring across the face, sending Tirion Fordring flying into the air before crashing heavily to the ground.
"Fool, are you trying to kill the great Savior? You shameless the Betrayer!"
Tirion Fordring was already seriously injured from the attack by the Black Knight.
He then expended Holy Light to heal Thrall, only to be suddenly attacked by Vol'jin, which worsened his injuries, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Above the Argent Tournament, the Human Veteran looked on in surprise at the Orcs struggling in agony, while the Scourge in Icecrown Glacier remained unharmed, which surprised him even more.
The Veteran pondered for a moment, then unleashed another beam of Frost ground cracked open, and long tentacles sent out the Black Knight.
The Black Knight's armor had fallen off, revealing his true form. Although it had been corroded and processed by Ner'zhul, it was still possible to vaguely identify him as an Orcs.
"Unexpectedly, the Black Knight is an Orcs. How cunning the Scourge is! Have they already seen through the Moon Goddess's schemes? Heh, this is getting interesting."
The Human Veteran ignored the ordinary Orcs soldiers and unleashed two beams of dark light in succession.
A black light enveloped Thrall and Eitrigg, and the two finally stopped howling. The green lesions gradually faded away, and they quickly returned to normal.
The poor Orcs soldiers in the Argent Tournament, after howling in agony for three days and three nights, enduring endless torment, finally breathed their last.
After this incident, all the Orcs in Icecrown Glacier except Thrall and Eitrigg perished. Thrall was furious and nearly went mad.
Five thousand Orcs soldiers— Thrall's elite personal guard, painstakingly assembled.
Thrall's anger gradually subsided. Although Thrall didn't know what had happened, he decided to deal with the matter calmly.
Icecrown Citadel.
Kel'Thuzad collected a small amount of the Ashes of the Scourge and sent it to the Scourge Labs for research.
"Based on preliminary analysis, this is very likely a special kind of Plague."
Kel'Thuzad's face was grim, and he said nervously, "It's completely different from the types of Plagues we know; it's a targeted Plague."
"This is the power of Elune."
Robbie felt a wave of fear wash over him. If it weren't for the cautious decision to send Ner'zhul's Bastard Son, the Black Knight, to test the waters, the Scourge would likely have been the ones to suffer.
Kel'Thuzad said with a look of awe:
"The power of the gods is unfathomable. I tried to analyze the whole process. The enemy captured the Black Knight, mistaking him for a general of the Scourge, and sent him into the flesh of Y'Shaarj. Then they found some commonalities and created a powerful Plague in a targeted manner. Unexpectedly, the Black Knight was Orcs, so the Orcs of Icecrown Glacier were accidentally infected. The question is, what exactly is in the flesh of Y'Shaarj?"
Robbie tentatively guessed, "A biological laboratory, Plague manufacturing plant."
Kel'Thuzad's eyes widened in horror:
"It's too dangerous. If Elune has the ability to create Plague that can destroy everything, we're doomed. We can't just sit here and wait to die; we have to find a way to take the initiative."
Robbie pondered for a long time, then whispered:
"All our intelligence is speculation. We must find out the truth. Since it is Y'Shaarj and blood, it is best to ask him directly."
Kel'Thuzad looked at Robbie in surprise. "You're going to find Y'Shaarj? But wasn't he already..."
Robbie shook his head. "I happen to know Y'Shaarj's whereabouts."
Kel'Thuzad's eyes darted around, and he lowered his voice, saying:
I don't think things are that simple.
The Orcs of Icecrown Glacier were wiped out. Vol'jin, quick-witted, summoned a trusted confidant and gave him a serious private talk.
After this mysterious incident, Tirion Fordring clearly felt that Thrall's attitude towards him had improved considerably, and Thrall politely addressed Tirion Fordring as a great hero, the leader of the Argent Crusade, and the representative of the Holy Light.
This made Tirion Fordring feel somewhat smug, after all, the Orcs' elite forces had been lost, and the Argent Crusade was the largest force in the Argent Tournament.
One late night, Tirion Fordring's Adjutant General Tuyang, secretly requested an audience.
General Tuyang was very old, his face was full of wrinkles, his hair and beard were all white, and he had accomplished nothing in his life and had no reputation.
Fortunately, he has a good son who is now the most powerful Paladin in the Argent Crusade. Legendary that he received personal instruction from the Holy Light Lord and can overturn the Frozen Throne with one hand.
As the saying goes, "a father's status rises with his son's, "General Tuyang rose through the ranks, eventually becoming Tirion Fordring's Adjutant.
As soon as the two met, General Tuyang tore open a Magic Scroll.
Tirion Fordring recognized it as a valuable, sealed scroll, effectively isolating the room and preventing eavesdropping.
"Tirion Fordring, our opportunity has arrived." General Tuyang's eyes gleamed with fervor.
"What opportunity? You mean to destroy the Scourge?" Tirion Fordring asked curiously.
General Tuyang shook his head, his face filled with deep hatred:
"Now that the Orcs' elite forces are gone, and Garrosh suffered a recent defeat, I've heard that Orgrimmar's Orcs officials are pleasure-seeking and have long lost their fighting strength, making it difficult to muster even ten thousand Orcs, while our Argent Crusade has over a hundred thousand."
Tirion Fordring asked in surprise, "General, I don't understand what you mean."
General Tuyang gritted his teeth and whispered:
"Tirion Fordring, how can you accept the way the Orcs treated us, using our soldiers as rations and the Argent Crusade as walking meatpacks?"
"Why not turn the tables and secretly kill Thrall and Eitrigg, then say it was the Scourge? Although Medivh and Elune are Thrall's backers, once Thrall is dead, they will have no choice but to support you as their Savior."