"Damn it, what did he say?"
Before Daolin, disguised as Varian, could finish speaking, and before Thrall and Jaina could react, Tirion Fordring, enraged, was the first to rush onto the stage and deliver a powerful punch to Daolin.
Daolin was prepared and took a step back. Tirion Fordring missed his target and was slightly taken aback. Daolin tripped him. Tirion Fordring had underestimated him. He hadn't expected this handsome young man to be so agile. He lost his footing and fell off the platform.
"Warriors of Kingdom of Stormwind, in the name of the King, I tell you, Tirion Fordring, he is a disgrace to the Alliance, a lackey of the Orcs, the second worst the Betrayer among humans. He has killed countless innocent people, and the Argent Crusade is merely a meat storehouse for the Orcs."
Daolin strode down from the platform and picked up Tirion Fordring's Ashbringer.
Tirion Fordring was thrown around, feeling dizzy and disoriented. Seeing Daolin approaching with Ashbringer, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "I was wrong, please spare my life."
Daolin gripped Ashbringer with both hands and stabbed it fiercely at Tirion Fordring, shouting, "I will kill this villain for the sake of the world!"
Bang!
A blast of Frost air struck Daolin, the chill quickly spreading throughout his body. Daolin lost his grip on Ashbringer and knelt on the ground. It was Jaina had intervened.
Daolin wasn't surprised; killing Tirion Fordring in front of everyone was impossible. He sneered, "Look at these so-called human heroes. Jaina, you're more despicable Tirion Fordring. You're the worst the Betrayer to humanity."
Jaina approached Daolin and chuckled softly:
"You don't understand the meaning of life at all. These ordinary humans are like weeds; their lives are meaningless. To exchange their worthless lives for boundless personal power, to transcend the mortal realm, to become immortal, and to break free from the shackles of the physical body—that's a very worthwhile trade."
Thrall laughed heartily and walked over, pointing at the human soldiers around him:
"Foolish fellow, you missed a golden opportunity. Do you think your words can persuade them? They're just a bunch of mindless tools, numb to the core, stubborn in their thinking, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, like pigs, cattle, and sheep, ready to be slaughtered at will."
Daolin said firmly in a low voice, "As long as I can awaken someone's heart and prevent them from being blinded by lies, my sacrifice will be worthwhile."
Thrall sneered, "I'll show you just how foolish your thinking is."
Straightening his collar, Thrall stepped onto the podium, opened his blood-red maw, and roared:
"Champions of Azeroth, I am the great Savior Thrall! In the Battle of Mount Hyjal, I shattered Archimonde with a single punch, successfully saving this world. Now, the Scourge is plotting to destroy this world, and Azeroth faces a life-or-death crisis."
It's the same old routine, exactly the same as before, a speech full of lies.
But Thrall's speech caused a huge sensation. Countless soldiers knelt on the ground, weeping with excitement. They shouted Thrall's name, their emotions running high and their blood boiling.
Jaina, seeing Daolin's dumbfounded expression, smiled smugly:
"That's the power of habit. The foolish people have long regarded Thrall as their Savior. Even if you expose Thrall's lies, no one will believe your nonsense. Is this the kind of stupid weeds you want to save? You're just wasting your own life."
Thrall finished his speech, patted Daolin on the shoulder, and grinned maliciously, "I won't kill you, but I'll show you how Kingdom of Stormwind comes to its doom."
There are still some clever people in this world. Daolin's speech during the day successfully aroused doubt in the soldiers' hearts.
Many ambitious young people, like Daolin, entered Northrend with enthusiasm, only to realize their mistake after learning the truth.
That very night, large groups of deserters appeared, some secretly heading towards the Wrathgate to seek refuge with Duke Bolvar, while others simply entered Icecrown Citadel.
The next morning, upon learning of the large number of deserters, and in order to prevent any unforeseen complications and to reduce the consumption of military rations, Thrall hastily launched an attack on Icecrown Citadel.
Under Tirion Fordring's command, three thousand soldiers were selected for a probing attack.
Icecrown Citadel stands majestically, like a fearsome behemoth.
The dark city walls and jagged gates were harder than cast iron, and with the addition of various magical enhancements, they were indestructible.
Unfortunately, the 100,000-strong army that came to the aid of the emperor was poorly equipped, with most soldiers armed with wooden sticks.
In addition, after entering Northrend, the army suffered from severe food shortages. The soldiers were hungry and staggered as they walked, with hardly any strength left.
The Argent Crusade brought in several cannons and fired dozens of shells, but unfortunately, not a single mark was left on the city gate. If the soldiers relied on wooden sticks, they wouldn't be able to pry open the city gate even in a hundred years.
Attacking Icecrown Citadel and failing to even open the gate is a joke.
Just as Tirion Fordring was at his wit's end, a rumbling sound came from Icecrown Citadel.
The tightly closed city gate slowly opened, and looking at the dark gate, Tirion Fordring felt a chill run down his spine, as if he were facing a demonic abyss that devoured countless lives.
Although Tirion Fordring was afraid, it didn't stop him from ordering others to their deaths. He raised Ashbringer and shouted:
"Rally up, Argent Crusade, warriors of Kingdom of Stormwind! The time to Justice has come! Attack Icecrown Citadel!"
The three thousand selected soldiers had taken Potion of Strength and were fearless. Armed with various rudimentary weapons, they charged fearlessly into the Icecrown Citadel.
Tirion Fordring rode his warhorse cautiously backward, earnestly reminding himself that the Icecrown Citadel was far too dangerous and he had to get away from it.
Icecrown Citadel.
Inside a large hall, Taelan Fordring stood in the center of a circular platform.
This is a magical platform, and apart from its different shape, its internal structure is exactly the same as the pyramid in Moonglade Tirion Fordring Moonglade was resurrected.
Not long ago, Elune, successfully turned Tirion Fordring from his Undead state back into a living being at the cost of 10,000 Argent Crusade.
To understand the underlying principles, the Scourge built an identical one, and the subject of their experiment was none other than Taelan, the son of Tirion Fordring.
Looking at the three thousand soldiers charging into Icecrown Citadel, Kel'Thuzad showed a look of pity and shook his head, saying, "We have initially solved the problem of aging, although it's only a temporary fix."
Taelan impersonated Arthas and attacked the Argent Tournament. Because too many Argent Crusade Scourge soldiers deliberately died, Taelan and his Scourge soldiers aged prematurely.
Through their research into the aging process of the Taelan, the Scourge made some progress. The Scourge soldiers, forged from Orcs Soul Shards, did not age, which inspired Kel'Thuzad.
Kel'Thuzad found a precious soul, the tormented vengeful spirit of Dranosh Saurfang. Kel'Thuzad resurrected Dranosh, placing him in a high-ranking position under Taelan as a Scourge general, and his aging immediately slowed considerably.
Unfortunately, the principles of aging are still not understood.
"What casualty ratio do we need?" Kel'Thuzad asked.
"A one-to-one casualty ratio," Robbie ordered. "We must give the Alliance and the Horde hope; only then will Thrall and Garrosh fall for our trap."
The Scourge's soldiers are Flowing Water- produced; a rabbit's soul can create a thousand Scourge soldiers, and they don't care about losses.
Following Robbie's orders, Kel'Thuzad adjusted the strength of the Scourge soldiers.
The battle for Icecrown Citadel has officially begun.