What does saving Azeroth mean?
He achieved great success, reaped both fame and fortune, was admired by all, and left his mark on history.
Tirion Fordring was already very familiar with this matter and knew how to operate it to maximize his own interests.
The first step is to select suitable personnel.
The Peace Dove brought some soldiers, but Tirion Fordring didn't even bother with them.
They were nothing more than lowly Servants, born of humble origins, their bodies weakened and riddled with disease after being exploited to the last drop of value, ultimately becoming rations for the Orcs.
Tirion Fordring needed scions of truly noble families or children of incredibly wealthy merchants who could bring him extensive connections and enormous profits.
Tirion Fordring wasn't the only one who saw this potential; nobles from both the Alliance and the Horde realized that saving the world could pave the way for a promising career, and they all sent their sons to join them.
Some wealthy merchants paid exorbitant prices just to place their children in Tirion Fordring's team, and the slots for defeating the Lich King quickly became worth over ten million gold coins.
Saving the world is never free.
Under the influence of the Peace Dove, Tirion Fordring quickly gained both fame and fortune, accumulating a mountain of Wealth that rivaled that of a nation. It is said that if the gold coins of the Argent Crusade were melted down, they would be enough to build an Icecrown Citadel.
Tirion Fordring divided the recruited noble and merchant sons into different teams: Epic teams faced the most difficult Lich King, Elite teams faced the slightly more difficult Lich King, and ordinary teams only gained the reputation of saving the world.
Teams of varying difficulty will receive different levels of publicity and exposure; only members of Epic teams will have their names etched in history.
On this day, Northrend enjoyed a rare good day, with gentle breezes, bright sunshine, and not a cloud in the sky, perfect for advancing on Icecrown Citadel. Tirion Fordring led the Argent Crusade closer to Icecrown Citadel.
The media in Azeroth provided full coverage of the event, with countless Goblins, Gnomes, Kobolds, and others equipped with all sorts of cameras and microphones. Some media outlets even used precious image gems to report on this major event.
The goblins of Booty Bay, with their Goblin pockets, hired the Alliance's Skybreaker, while the Goblins of Ratchet, not to be outdone, hired the Orgrimmar's Hammer at a high price. In the struggle for the best shooting position, the two sides even broke out into a bloody conflict.
Amidst the intense scrutiny of countless cameras, before the gates of Icecrown Citadel, Tirion Fordring, riding a majestic warhorse and holding Ashbringer aloft, roared:
"Champions of Azeroth, the Evil Scourge has reached its end. Let us fight for Azeroth! This is a time of Justice! This is a time of greatness!"
The Argent Crusade below erupted in thunderous cheers, their eyes brimming with tears, their bodies trembling with excitement, as they shouted Tirion Fordring's name.
"Click!"
As the Big Candle Gagg, emerged from the corner, the cheers immediately ceased.
Gagg, with a serious expression, pointed and said:
"Tirion Fordring, you must be more serious. This is war, not a play. And, soldiers of the Argent Crusade, your shouts must be more unified, powerful, and authoritative, not just hoarse shouts. Remember, your shouts must be loud, but not drown out Tirion Fordring's voice."
To achieve a good propaganda effect, Tirion Fordring ordered the Argent Crusade to work through the night to produce a set of paper armor, paint it silver, and make it shiny and uniform, giving them an imposing and majestic appearance.
Gagg took the script from the side, shook his head, and said, "This line is bad; it must be changed immediately."
Tirion Fordring knew that this military operation needed to be recorded in history and could not be taken lightly, so he humbly accepted Gagg's advice.
After numerous rehearsals, the Argent Crusade, who were mostly extras, were nearly exhausted, but they finally managed to produce a promotional video that satisfied Gagg.
Tirion Fordring's line was eventually changed to one sentence:
"Rally up, Argent Crusade! The time has come to Justice!"
The words were powerful, concise, and clear, reflecting Tirion Fordring's courage and determination to defeat the Lich King.
After the rehearsal, the attack on Icecrown Citadel officially began. Behind Tirion Fordring, carefully selected noble sons and merchant children, dressed in brightly colored armor and carrying all sorts of flashy weapons, stepped into the gates of Icecrown Citadel like a flock of proud peacocks.
To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, Argent Crusade scouts had already scouted Icecrown Citadel, only to find it completely empty. The Lich King Arthas sat on his throne, and the scouts dared not approach, observing from a distance and determining that his presence was faint.
Tirion Fordring, Ashbringer, was the first to enter Icecrown Citadel. Gazing at this renowned Scourge base, Tirion Fordring felt a surge of joy; his long-cherished wish was about to be fulfilled.
The Epic raiding party followed Tirion Fordring, then the Elite party and the regular raiding party.
It is said that the sons of powerful noble families disdain such charades. Those who participate in this show are all hothouse flowers who have never experienced battle.
The Icecrown Citadel was as silent as a tomb, but eerie winds occasionally emanated from it, causing many women to cry out in fear.
Tirion Fordring knew he couldn't afford to offend these noble scions, so he kept encouraging them:
"Warriors of the Argent Crusade, I am Tirion Fordring. I can kill the Lich King Arthas with one hand. Trust me, this will be a fun adventure, absolutely risk-free."
Tirion Fordring's confidence inspired the young noble children, who followed Tirion Fordring up to the second floor.
Although it had been cleaned, a large amount of bloodstains remained on the walls, and occasionally severed limbs could be found in the corners, causing screams to erupt.
Tirion Fordring had to step up again to boost morale, managing to prevent the team from collapsing.
Led by Tirion Fordring, the group ascended to the third level.
Halfway there, Tirion Fordring suddenly smelled a foul odor, followed by creaking sounds. Puzzled, Tirion Fordring looked around and saw countless shadows scurrying about in the dim corner.
Tirion Fordring hurriedly threw out a ball of Holy Light. Under the bright Holy Light, a large group of rats could be seen in the dark corner. The rats, which had been feasting on the corpses, were as big as piglets, had sharp tusks, and fierce faces. They stared at Tirion Fordring without fear.
"Oh no! These are Plague Rats! Run!"
The Plague Rats swarmed in, squeaking and howling, and Tirion Fordring's ranks were soon filled with terrified screams. No one had the courage to fight; they only cared about scattering and fleeing.
Tirion Fordring, being a seasoned veteran, immediately realized that he couldn't defeat the horde of Plague Rats on his own. Without hesitation, he activated Divine Shield, tore open Teleportation Scroll, and successfully returned to Dalaran.
The poor young men, who were all from wealthy and powerful families, had never seen such a sight before. They were quickly overwhelmed by the swarm of rats and were devoured into bones amidst their screams.
Having safely entered Dalaran Tirion Fordring, having calmed down, realized something was terribly wrong. These hundreds of his juniors, though lacking the courage to fight, were all of extraordinary backgrounds, and now they had all perished in Icecrown Citadel. How could he explain this to their parents?
Thinking about this, Tirion Fordring felt a chill run down his spine and a cold sweat run down his back.
If he is truly held accountable, not only will he have to return the exorbitant fees for the spots, but Tirion Fordring himself may also face serious consequences.
Anxious and uneasy, Tirion Fordring dared not leave Dalaran. He even considered going into hiding under an assumed name. The next day, an uninvited guest arrived—it was Thrall, the Savior.