After Mulgore left, Elemental Lords Morchok asked in a low voice, "Hagara, do you really believe what Mulgore said?" Hagara felt her mind was in turmoil; this was beyond her comprehension. She honestly replied, "I don't know."
Morchok analyzed seriously:
"Tirion Fordring is completely subservient to Thrall. If he joins the party, Thrall won't even need to waste Enslavement Scroll. Thrall's alliance will grow stronger, which is disadvantageous to us."
Hagara thought for a moment, "If Tirion Fordring refuses, Anachronos will leave sooner or later, Thrall will be all alone."
Morchok gritted his teeth and said, "Once we crack the Enslavement Scroll, I'll crush him into mincemeat without anyone knowing, and no one will know it was me."
Hagara took a deep breath. "Okay, I understand. I'll make sure Tirion Fordring refuses to join the team."
After gaining great fame for slaying the Lich King Arthas, Tirion Fordring knew he had made too many enemies and dared not return to the Eastern Kingdoms, choosing instead to remain in the icy wilderness of Northrend.
Thrall's arrival gave Tirion Fordring hope.
Like all successful people, Tirion Fordring also dreamed of immortality and was unwilling to grow old and die. He dreamed of becoming the Guardian Aegwynn, or at the very least, of living for thousands of years like Meryl.
The greatest Paladin of his time, after defeating the Lich King Arthas, gradually faded from public attention, secretly plotting to become a Lich.
Unfortunately, Tirion Fordring, who possesses powerful Power of the Holy Light, is unable to use Lich magic, which drives Tirion Fordring crazy.
Holy Light is good, but it cannot grant eternal life.
Tirion Fordring was overjoyed by Thrall's arrival; he knew his chance had come.
"Haha, my loyal servant Tirion Fordring, ever since we parted, the arduous journey to defeat the Lich King always fills me with emotion, and I fondly remember those difficult yet wonderful times."
With a fake smile, Thrall opened his mouth wide and bit into Tirion Fordring, tearing a large, bloody chunk of flesh from his left shoulder, exposing the bone.
Tirion Fordring grimaced in pain and quickly used Holy Light to heal him.
"Great Savior Thrall, I think of you every moment," Tirion Fordring said humbly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Thrall chewed the meat heartily and nodded, saying:
"The taste of Holy Light in meat is unforgettable. Azeroth faces a life-or-death crisis. We need to enter the Hour of Twilight, slay the Evil Twilight's Hammer cultists, and reclaim a treasure. Tirion Fordring, this is a great adventure. The so-called Hour of Twilight is not a place belonging to our world. Haha, Hagara, you explain this to Tirion Fordring."
Hagara looked at Tirion Fordring with reverence and said in a clear voice:
"Tirion Fordring, you've always been my idol. To be honest, I wasn't very confident about this adventure. The enemy we faced was terrifying. But after meeting you, I felt like I had a pillar of support. Everyone knows that Tirion Fordring is good at creating miracles."
Thrall knew Hagara was outspoken, so he didn't think much of it, but Tirion Fordring's heart skipped a beat.
He knew exactly where his so-called "miracle" came from, and he was even more aware of the strength of the people present. Elemental Lords Morchok and Hagara the Stormbinder were both powerful figures he was not confident he could defeat.
"The Hour of Twilight is a fragmented spacetime stream, a remnant of a Parallel Worlds after its destruction; you could say it's a small world."
Hagara launched into a long and detailed account of the Hour of Twilight. In front of Thrall, Hagara downplayed the enemies they would face, describing killing them as as easy as mowing grass, as if it were a pleasant spring outing.
Tirion Fordring, in a state of utter confusion, didn't hear a single word. He maintained a fake smile throughout, occasionally nodding as if he were listening very attentively.
That evening, Tirion Fordring hosted a banquet for Thrall, and many soldiers of the Argent Crusade volunteered to roast themselves until they were crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, becoming the Staple Food at the banquet.
Thrall, quite drunk, was helped to rest by several Argent Crusade. Anachronos, having eaten a lot of meat, fell asleep at the banquet.
Hagara the Stormbinder didn't touch a drop of alcohol, only ate a few pieces of bread and drank a bowl of vegetable soup, maintaining a blank expression throughout, which made Tirion Fordring's suspicions grow stronger.
After the banquet, Tirion Fordring secretly visited Hagara.
"I am Thrall's most loyal servant, even more loyal than Eitrigg," Tirion Fordring introduced himself politely. "We all fight to save the world. I only want to know the truth. The Holy Light has given us courage, but it has also taught us to fight with wisdom."
Hagara's expression turned serious, and he took out a blueprint that he had prepared beforehand.
"The Hour of Twilight, as its name suggests, is a terrifying place of judgment, the stronghold of the Twilight's Hammer cultists. Unlike Cho'gall, Archbishop Benedictus understands the composition of all the forces in Azeroth, especially the Holy Light."
Hagara took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"I've heard that Benedictus is a penitent Priest, meaning that all the Holy Light within the Hour of Twilight is at his command, and the power of the Naaru cannot penetrate it. Tirion Fordring, you must prepare in advance and infuse Ashbringer with enough Holy Light."
"Damn it, Thrall got me into this mess."
Tirion Fordring cursed inwardly. Ashbringer, after all, just a weapon, and the Holy Light it contained was limited. Venturing deep into the enemy's stronghold would inevitably involve many battles, and once the Holy Light was exhausted, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Without the Holy Light, I could only handle two Kobolds at most."
Tirion Fordring remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he was turbulent with fear and trepidation.
Hagara tilted his head and said, "Thrall's plan is to sneak in, grab what he wants, and leave, but I know that's impossible. A small world with limited space— the Twilight's Hammer cultists will definitely manage it like an impregnable fortress, setting up layers of magic as defenses."
Tirion Fordring asked with a grim face, "So the only way is to rush in quickly, grab the item before the enemy can react, and then retreat as fast as possible."
Hagara nodded. "My Gale Force can quickly tear through the enemy's defenses, and Morchok's Stomp can hold back large groups of enemies. The Mulgores are unfathomably powerful, so getting the items and retreating shouldn't be difficult, but there is one weakness."
"You mean Thrall?" Tirion Fordring frowned.
Hagara said earnestly, "The great Savior Thrall must not be lost, so someone must cover his retreat, even if it means sacrificing one's life for him."
"So this person is me, and I'm the most suitable Power of the Holy Light." Tirion Fordring just wanted to curse.
Hagara's expression turned to one of adoration again. "Tirion Fordring, you are my idol. I believe you can complete the mission. Only by dying to save the great Savior will your life have any value."
Tirion Fordring, full of righteous indignation, spoke with great passion:
"Born Servant of the Orcs, to die Forsaken of the Horde, I, Tirion Fordring, will continue to protect the Orcs, for the great Savior, even unto death. This is my honor, my belief, my life's philosophy."
Hagara was so moved he almost cried, Tirion Fordring, with a look of grim determination, strode away.
Thrall woke up the next day at noon, where soldiers of the Argent Crusade were already waiting to report that Azeroth was in crisis and that Thrall Tirion Fordring had rushed there overnight.
"What crisis? Why have I never heard of it?" Thrall asked, puzzled.