Thrall glared at Tirion Fordring with a ferocious expression, followed by Vol'jin.
Vol'jin stepped forward, his face expressionless, and said, "Tirion Fordring, you left without a word yesterday. Do you know what happened? The media waited and waited, but the victorious team didn't return, so some of them couldn't resist going into Icecrown Citadel to investigate."
Tirion Fordring was terrified and filled with remorse, realizing he had made a mistake.
After Icecrown Citadel was completely wiped out, Tirion Fordring shouldn't have stayed in Dalaran. Instead, he should have rushed back as soon as possible to clean up the mess and minimize the impact.
Vol'jin stared at Tirion Fordring's terrified face and said coldly:
"The cunning Goblins, the clever Gnomes, and the ubiquitous Kobolds —they're not the Imp you led. They found a large amount of wreckage in Icecrown Citadel. Although the flesh and blood were completely devoured, the armor and weapons remained in place, making it easy to determine what happened."
Thrall laughed loudly:
"Tirion Fordring, who defeated the Lich King time and time again, was actually driven to flee in terror by the Plague Rats? Hah, if the media wants, the people of Azeroth will soon know you're an Imp? A useless piece of trash with nothing but empty shells."
Tirion Fordring hadn't expected such consequences. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his face in anguish, utterly despondent. For Tirion Fordring, reputation was more important than life itself.
Vol'jin glanced at Thrall and whispered, "Thankfully, the Savior Thrall stepped in and solved your problem. In the hearts of the people, you remain the great leader of the Argent Crusade."
Tirion Fordring's hope was rekindled, and he asked gratefully:
"Savior, how did you convince those media outlets?"
Thrall grinned and said cruelly, "I took the simplest approach. The dead don't speak, except for the Big Candle Gagg, who's always been tight-lipped."
"They're all dead," Tirion Fordring murmured. Of course, this wasn't a difficult problem; they could easily frame the Scourge.
Vol'jin said calmly:
"The deaths of these media figures are one thing, but the real threats are the nobles and wealthy merchants. The Savior Thrall is willing to testify that the Scourge still harbors formidable strength, and that the Argent Crusade scouts were deceived and should all be executed. You were simply caught off guard and fell into Arthas's trap. Although you defeated Arthas, you were outnumbered and failed to protect your men; they died heroically. If anyone is dissatisfied, the Savior Thrall is willing to take full responsibility."
Tirion Fordring knew Thrall's character very well and asked in a low voice, "So, what's the price?"
Thrall clenched his fist and said in a low voice, "Everything."
Tirion Fordring was dejected. He had thought that with his great wealth and deep connections, he could take advantage of the Orcs' weakness to break free from Thrall's control, but unfortunately, everything had vanished.
Having no right to refuse, Tirion Fordring could only nod in agreement, as Vol'jin explained:
"All the proceeds of the Argent Crusade will go to the Orcs. Furthermore, Sylvanas is very interested in the Scourge's legacy, and she wants to accompany you into Icecrown Citadel."
"Okay," Tirion Fordring replied weakly.
Vol'jin added, "Icecrown Citadel retains a great deal of magical trace, Jaina is eager to uncover the Faol of the Scourge."
"No problem," Tirion Fordring replied nonchalantly.
"And King Varian," Vol'jin said cautiously, his expression tightening.
"Varian is no longer the same; he commands a large army known as the Guard Legion. Varian greatly desires the Helm of Domination, but unfortunately, he doesn't trust you. He intends to personally remove the Helm of Domination from Arthas's head."
Tirion Fordring waved his hand and replied, "Okay."
Vol'jin added, "King Bronzebeard of Ironforge claims that Frostmourne is a Dwarf legacy and the weapon must be returned to its rightful owner."
Tirion Fordring closed his eyes, his face ashen, and said, "I agree to everything."
Thrall nodded in satisfaction and said with a smile, "Tirion Fordring, for the sake of Azeroth, you made the right choice. The Holy Light will bless you."
Tirion Fordring left dejectedly, and a cruel look appeared on Thrall's face.
"Killing and fear, bloodshed and sacrifice, will not teach us anything. Foolish Alliance and Horde, history will repeat itself. Only I am worthy to sit on that high throne and enjoy all the glory of this world."
Vol'jin was somewhat puzzled. He thought he knew Thrall well enough, but lately he had been making the wrong judgments and Thrall seemed increasingly unfamiliar to him.
Stormwind City was bustling with activity, and Elwynn Forest was teeming with people.
As if overnight, Stormwind City and Elwynn Forest gained hundreds of thousands of people. As the moon rose, its soft light shone on the earth, and everyone accepted it as a matter of course.
The Emissary and Medivh stood side by side on the clouds, looking down at the magnificent Stormwind City. Medivh frowned and asked, "Where did these people come from?"
The Emissary explained with a smile, "They are citizens of the Kingdom of Stormwind, from a Parallel Worlds."
Medivh bit his lip and asked suspiciously, "My Emissary, I think you should understand that excessive interference with Parallel Worlds can have unforeseen consequences."
The Emissary shook his head. "Don't worry, these inhabitants come from a world on the verge of destruction. In that world, the Kobold civilization was highly advanced, while human civilization was barely surviving. The Kobolds created a terrifying weapon that led to the destruction of the entire world."
If it were a world on the verge of destruction, moving a large population there would be considered a meritorious deed, but the impact would be very small, practically negligible. Medivh was somewhat puzzled:
"Why increase the population of Kingdom of Stormwind? This would strengthen the Alliance, not turn them into Orcs rations?"
The Emissary with a strange expression:
"This Varian is a warmonger. Although he has been defeated by the Kobold. To be honest, I can't understand the Moon Goddess's actions."
Medivh pondered for a long time, but still couldn't guess the Moon Goddess's purpose, and said helplessly:
Thrall will certainly not be happy. Now that the Orcs are weak, Thrall will face increasing difficulties.
The Emissary said with a cold expression:
"Thrall will soon acquire the Argent Crusade's enormous Wealth, giving him a large army. The Orcs and humans will be greatly strengthened, and Azeroth will likely enter another period of chaos."
With Thrall's help, the people of Azeroth learned once again that the Argent Crusade had once again defeated the Scourge, and that Tirion Fordring had driven Arthas into a rout.
Unfortunately, victory is always accompanied by heavy sacrifices.
To save Azeroth, hundreds of nobles' and merchants' children followed Tirion Fordring's example, resolutely abandoning their luxurious lives and willingly becoming ordinary Argent Crusade Warriors, bravely fighting against the Scourge, giving rise to countless heroic deeds.
They died tragically, they died nobly, they died gloriously.
Even the descendants of nobles and the wealthy are willing to sacrifice themselves for Azeroth; what right do commoners have to refuse this great honor?
As a result, more and more people were encouraged and enthusiastically joined the Argent Crusade.