The last name on the list provided by the Emissary was the infamous Tirion Fordring.
Anachronos did not use teleportation magic, but instead sailed with Thrall to Northrend, enjoying the warm sea breeze, sightseeing, and catching various creatures for food along the way—a truly delightful experience.
In Highmountain of the Broken Isles, Anachronos and Thrall went to hunt down delicious Highmountain Tauren, while the other three stayed at the camp to rest.
Hagara the Stormbinder was studying Fel Bulbs inside his tent. These were the most prized herbs among the Highmountain Tauren. Hagara discovered that Fel Bulbs contained a potent poison that weakened them, making them unable to even defeat Kobolds and causing them to die young.
But all the Highmountain Tauren believe it has miraculous effects and take it regularly.
Hagara found it strange that she would do something so foolish. She analyzed the toxicity of the Fel Bulb in detail and made a record, intending to give it as evidence to the Highmountain Tauren.
Mulgore Goldenhoof came to visit politely, and only entered the tent after receiving Hagara's permission, which made Hagara feel somewhat gratified.
The former Goldenhoof Emperor still retained some of his kingly aura. His back was straight, and his eyes were bright and piercing. After receiving permission, he flipped through Hagara's research results.
"Are you researching the toxicity of the Fel Bulb?"
Hagara nodded, then asked curiously, "I don't understand. With so much evidence right in front of them, the Highmountain Tauren still believe that Fel Bulbs can improve health."
Mulgore picked up a Fel Bulb and examined it carefully for a long time:
"You know, among this group, you are the most intelligent, but unfortunately, you are too honest and not mature enough. If you were to hand this research report to the Highmountain, you would be kicked out, and your life might be in danger."
Hagara bit her lip and said, "But I'm helping them."
"Who are you helping, the people of the Highmountain Tauren?" Mulgore sneered. "They're just walking beef. Do you think they have the discernment to understand your toxicological analysis? They trust their chieftain more than the truth."
Hagara remained silent, stirring up unpleasant memories of the Burning Blade Clan.
Mulgore continued, "Even if some people understand your analysis, they will choose to remain silent. Once they speak out, they will only face death."
"I don't understand," Hagara said, puzzled.
Mulgore said coldly:
"The answer can be found in your toxicological analysis. The Fel Bulbs cause most Highmountain Tauren to die in their prime, the age when their flesh is at its most delicious, because the Fel contained within them allows their corpses to remain fresh for a long time."
Mulgore added meaningfully, "I should also add that these corpses were all buried in a nearby cave called Neltharion's Lair."
"Deathwing?" Hagara said coldly.
Mulgore shook his head. "Deathwing has long since left Azeroth. I suspect there's a Black Dragon hiding in the cave, and it's already made a deal with several warchiefs in Highmountain; these corpses are its food."
Hagara sat down weakly, clutching her hair tightly. A sense of helplessness washed over her, and she knew she had to give up.
Mulgore patiently comforted him:
"Hagara the Stormbinder, this world is far more cruel than you imagine. Take our group of five, for example. Thrall and Anachronos may have had conflicts, but they are clearly on the same side. As the lone wolf, you are most likely to perish among the adventurers to come."
Hagara looked at Mulgore: "You've come to seek an alliance with me?"
Mulgore smiled slightly, shook his head, and said, "Hagara, do you really believe in the historical images in the tomb? Do you think I've been lying in a coffin for nearly ten thousand years?"
Hagara looked surprised, Mulgore said in a measured tone:
"I betrayed six Yaungol tribes, and millions of Yaungol died. Did I only gain a mere Goldenhoof Emperor in return? My gains are beyond your imagination. From the beginning, I knew that the so-called Earth Mother was the Elune, and I served her diligently, winning her favor."
Hagara asked incredulously, "You serve Elune, directly?"
Mulgore nodded:
"I'm telling you all this because of your talent. Elune, sent me to oversee you, especially Thrall Hagara. You must be wise. If you want to survive, you must ally with Morchok to fight against Thrall's alliance with Anachronos."
Hagara said with difficulty, "But we are all Thrall's Servants and must obey his orders."
Mulgore said in a low voice:
"Don't believe that God is omnipotent; you must believe in your own intelligence and wisdom. Morchok may seem simple-minded, but after all, he has lived for thousands of years. He must be trying to find a way to break the Enslavement Scroll, but unfortunately, he can't do it alone. However, if you join him, perhaps we can find a solution."
Hagara's eyes lit up. With Morchok's thousands of years of experience and knowledge, coupled with Hagara's magical talent, it was worth a try.
Mulgore encouraged him, "Go ahead, I believe Morchok is also waiting for your help."
Hagara, his heart pounding, arrived at Morchok's residence.
Morchok, transformed into a small stone golem, was deep in thought when he saw Hagara and immediately said:
"Do you believe in Mulgore? That monster who crawled out of the coffin, claiming to be a messenger of the Moon Goddess, wants to forge an alliance between us."
Hagara then realized that Mulgore had already communicated with Morchok.
"Perhaps we can try to see if we can crack the Enslavement Scroll."
Morchok immediately showed great interest. "No one wants to be a slave. I've seen similar magic before, and I know how to break it, but it requires many experiments."
Thrall and Anachronos returned laden with their spoils, having captured dozens of robust Highmountain Tauren, which they processed into Tough Jerky and sent to their ship.
Thrall, who was thoroughly enjoying his meal, was unaware that the five-man squad had split into three factions.
Morchok and Hagara secretly collaborated and achieved some success. Although they were not yet able to completely crack the Enslavement Scroll, they had figured out how to avoid maximum damage.
For example, if Thrall orders them to their deaths, they have ways to save their lives without disobeying the Enslavement Scroll; it's only a matter of time before they completely break the spell.
After the ships landed in Dragonblight, Mulgore took advantage of Thrall and Anachronos's mission to capture the Tuskarrs to find Morchok and Hagara once again.
"Elune, despises Tirion Fordring. Tirion Fordring didn't perform well in the campaign against the Lich King. Although Tirion Fordring's on the list of five, you must prevent him from joining the party."
Hagara asked, puzzled, "I remember this list was Emissary. Since the Moon Goddess dislikes Tirion Fordring, why didn't she exclude him from the beginning?"
Mulgore chuckled, "Because that's politics. Elune doesn't want Tirion Fordring involved, but he has to refuse Tirion Fordring and bear all the consequences himself."
Hagara still couldn't understand, and shook his head, saying, "But how can we help?"
Mulgore whispered, "Of the five of us, you're the most honest. Tirion Fordring will definitely believe what you say."
Hagara said discouragedly, "I'm afraid I can't do it."
"Don't be afraid, it's much easier than you think," Mulgore patiently instructed.
"Tirion Fordring is a coward by nature. You just need to tell him that this adventure is fraught with danger, and he will give up on his own."