Tirion Fordring, hanging upside down on the pole, was filled with remorse.
If I had known this would happen, why did I do it in the first place? Why let such a golden opportunity slip by?
The victor gains everything, the vanquished are doomed—this is a golden rule written in history. If Tirion Fordring is determined, it is Thrall who will face judgment today.
Thrall, gazing at the indignant Argent Crusade soldiers of the Northern Expedition, was overjoyed and exclaimed:
"I upheld Justice for the Argent Crusade, yet I suffered Tirion Fordring's cruel revenge. He insidiously poisoned our drinking water, killing our brave Orcs soldiers. This Evil Tirion Fordring is the most shameless being in Azeroth. How should we punish him?"
General Tuyang waved his arms and led the shouting, "Kill him!"
"Kill him!" the soldiers of the Argent Crusade shouted in unison.
Thrall, feigning righteousness, approached Tirion Fordring and, in front of everyone, asked, "Tirion Fordring, do you have anything to say in your defense against these accusations?"
With his tongue cut out, Tirion Fordring couldn't make a sound. Thrall put his ear close to Tirion Fordring's face, pretending to listen to Tirion Fordring's explanation, and nodded.
"What? You say the Lich King Arthas will avenge you? Tirion Fordring, you've truly disappointed me. Don't think you can intimidate the Justice warriors with the Lich King. It seems I must follow the will of the people and let you receive the punishment you deserve."
Thrall ordered a pot of boiling oil to be heated, and in front of the Argent Crusade soldiers, he had Tirion Fordring fried in the hot oil.
Watching Tirion Fordring being boiled in hot oil, the Argent Crusade cheered enthusiastically.
High in the sky, out of sight of the crowd, the Emissary and the Human Veteran stood suspended in mid-air.
Looking down at the farce, the Human Veteran shook his head and said:
"This Tirion Fordring has disappointed me greatly. He's so cowardly towards Orcs; no wonder he ended up like this. If he really replaced Thrall, we would definitely support him."
The Emissary messenger nodded in agreement, and said fiercely:
"Tirion Fordring simply doesn't understand that there can only be one Savior. He and Thrall are destined to be boiled alive. His mercy towards Thrall is Tirion Fordring's own destruction. Unfortunately, Tirion Fordring still has some use before the Scourge is destroyed."
The Human Veteran smiled cruelly and said:
"Don't worry, I've already considered all of this. I secretly used magic to protect Tirion Fordring's head. After experiencing such pain and torment, Tirion Fordring might grow stronger, or he might give up on himself. I'm looking forward to seeing how he performs."
The Emissary glanced at the Human Veteran: "So how do you plan to save him? By publicly admitting your mistakes?"
The Human Veteran gave a displeased snort:
"Something as insignificant as an ant, is he worth my time to clear his name? The death of the Orcs soldier is best left to Tirion Fordring to take the blame. You have no idea how meticulous my plan is."
The Emissary was also kept in the dark about the Human Veterans ' plans, so he remained silent.
Tirion Fordring, trapped in the frying pan, wished he could die immediately.
Unfortunately, Tirion Fordring was disappointed. The cruelest part was that while his body was being fried in hot oil, his mind remained clear, as a force protected his head from harm.
This caused Tirion Fordring even more torment until his body was completely blown apart and he lost the ability to feel pain, at which point his suffering finally ended.
Thrall's face was cruel as he sneered:
"Tirion Fordring, look at yourself! I thought you were a warrior, but I never expected you to be so pathetic. Is the representative of the Holy Light so laughable?"
Thrall had intended to cook Tirion Fordring and have the Argent Crusade soldiers eat him, but he was terrified to find that Tirion Fordring was still alive, his eyes blinking.
Things are probably not that simple. Thrall return to the mountain, narrowed his eyes and hurriedly raised the Doomhammer, about to smash Tirion Fordring's head.
"Enough, you damned beast!"
Then the Emissary descended from the sky, grabbed Thrall's head, and threw him into a pot of boiling oil, where he was repeatedly fried.
Jaina, standing to the side, looked at the Emissary with a look of horror in her eyes and then looked at him ingratiatingly.
Thrall let out painful howls and begged for mercy. Everyone present heard Thrall's miserable cries. In contrast, Tirion Fordring remained silent, clearly showing greater courage.
Only after Thrall and Tirion Fordring were both blasted to a golden color did the Emissary retrieve them, preparing to send them together to the Burning Legion's Altar to reshape their bodies.
The Emissary looked down at the silent Argent Crusade and said firmly, "Although Tirion Fordring made a mistake, his crime does not warrant death. Let this matter rest and we will not pursue it further."
Although the Argent Crusade had a large number of soldiers, they had no say at all and simply watched like spectators, supporting whichever side had the advantage.
"Emissary wise."
General Tuyang led the shouting once again.
"The Emissary wise and mighty."
The Argent Crusade erupted in thunderous cheers.
The Emissary was extremely efficient; the next day, Tirion Fordring and Thrall reappeared at the Argent Tournament camp as if nothing had happened.
Thrall remained the great Savior, and Tirion Fordring continued to lead the Argent Crusade. However, from then on, Tirion Fordring became self-destructive, indulging in alcohol all day long and no longer caring about anything.
The soldiers of the Argent Crusade showed no respect for Tirion Fordring, making Tirion Fordring even more reluctant to appear in public. However, some important ceremonies, such as the Trial of the Crusader, required Tirion Fordring to preside over them.
General Tuyang devised a plan: he found an adventurer who looked remarkably like Tirion Fordring, had Ashbringer on his back, impersonate Tirion Fordring, and attend important occasions in his place.
The Argent Tournament proceeded smoothly, with new adventurers joining every day. They first underwent various training sessions, then perished in various elimination rounds, their corpses being used as rations for the Orcs.
This is the Junction of Life and Death; gray is the only color here.
Robbie walked through the gray forest, where countless animal Corpse, preserved like statues in the moment of their death.
Robbie seemed to be wandering aimlessly, deliberately traversing back and forth in the forest.
After confirming that no one was following him, Robbie crawled into the dark cave. At the bottom of the cave was a dark underground river.
At the entrance to the underground river, Robbie left a Magic Barrier as a warning, then protected his entire body with Holy Light before entering the dark underground river.
Following the water downstream, Robbie plunged into a deep, well-like cave, entering a cave filled with stalactites.
Ten thousand years have passed, and even at the boundary between life and death, where Timeline extremely slowly, many changes have taken place.
The strange graffiti and faded murals on the walls have long since disappeared, clearly indicating that other visitors came over the past ten thousand years and wiped them all away.
The forces of life and death are intertwined here. Ten thousand years ago, the Power of Death prevailed, but now the force of life has overwhelmed the Power of Death.
Robbie found some gray plants and strange insects in a corner of the cave. Although they were motionless like zombies, they were still stubbornly alive.
Walking downstream, Robbie only found the gray wooden boat; the mysterious boatman was long gone. Robbie boarded the boat and sailed downstream.
Robbie wants to meet a mysterious being, whose name ten thousand years ago was Walking Death, the Y'Shaarj, the most powerful Old Gods.