The Secret of Eitrigg Pulling Down Tirion Fordring's Pants

His young wife, his young son, his many relatives who depended on him, the innocent people of Hearthglen, familiar faces, and the responsibilities and obligations of a lord.

All of this was like an invisible rope, binding Tirion Fordring's heart and imprisoning the sword in his hand.

He couldn't make a hasty decision; he dared not kill Thrall's Strategist.

Eitrigg dies here, the Orcs will raze Hearthglen, kill his family, and slaughter all the people.

What is courage? It's doing what others dare not do.

Of course, he might also be called a foolish brute.

Tirion Fordring was no longer young, and he was certainly not a reckless fool. He had enough reason to tell himself what he should do.

He sheathed his sword, hoping the Orcs would be merciful, uphold the honor of Orcs tradition, and be grateful for his cessation.

The two sides can continue to talk.

However, Tirion Fordring miscalculated.

Eitrigg got up, guessing Tirion Fordring's thoughts, chuckled coldly, and cursed, "Coward."

The Orcs raised his Battle Axe again and viciously swung it at Tirion Fordring. The Orcs didn't care about honor at all, especially when they had the upper hand; honor was nothing but bullshit to them.

This is the noblest of Orcs, Eitrigg!

Tirion Fordring knew he had lost.

One side is determined to kill, while the other is hesitant and dares not kill.

Despite his leg injury, Eitrigg could strike relentlessly, even abandoning his defenses.

Tirion Fordring had no choice but to retreat step by step until he reached the abandoned watchtower. He leaned against the wall of the watchtower, with nowhere else to go.

Eitrigg knocked Tirion Fordring's sword away, threw away his Battle Axe, grabbed Tirion Fordring by the collar, and began slapping Tirion Fordring hard across the face.

"Clap clap!"

"You dare hit me! You dare hit me! How dare you harm noble Orcs! How dare you strike the great race that saved Azeroth! You lowly humans, cowardly humans, foolish humans!"

Eitrigg beat Tirion Fordring so badly that he lost all his teeth, his face was covered in blood, and his face was swollen like a burnt loaf of bread.

"Come here and lick my toes, or I'll skin you alive," Eitrigg said viciously.

"Spare me, noble Orcs, I was wrong."

Tirion Fordring, tears streaming down his face, had no choice but to beg for mercy and kneel on the ground in humiliation.

Tirion Fordring was truly terrified. At that moment, his pride, his honor, and his beliefs all crumbled.

He became a cowardly Imp.

The fear of the Orcs took root in his heart, sprouted, and grew into a towering tree. In the days that followed, Tirion Fordring became subservient to the Orcs, willingly serving them like a docile rabbit, and insincerely praising Orcs greatness—this was the beginning of his life.

"Boom!"

A massive amount of Holy Light descended from the sky like meteorites.

At this point, even the most powerful Power of the Holy Light could not save Tirion Fordring.

What he lacked was not strength, but the determination to kill Eitrigg.

The reason for the Holy Light's descent is that the Naaru in the Void sensed the power emanating from Barthilas. What was originally a thief stealing only a faint glimmer of Holy Light has now become a vast and powerful thief.

Naaru could not tolerate it.

Fortunately, a Paladin was found closest to Barthilas; it was Tirion Fordring.

While bestowing upon him powerful Holy Light, it will also convey some "divine pronouncements," urging him to quickly kill Barthilas.

Unfortunately, the Naaru had no idea that Tirion Fordring was being slapped hard across the face by Eitrigg, and was so dizzy that he couldn't hear the whispered divine oracle. Even worse, the Holy Light was descending at a slightly off-center position.

"Boom!"

Under the powerful Holy Light, the dilapidated watchtower collapsed, Eitrigg was startled, quickly jumping backward.

Poor Tirion Fordring was trapped under the collapsed watchtower.

Pain immediately overwhelmed Tirion; his head and arms were soaked in pools of blood.

"My Holy Light!"

Tirion Fordring's consciousness gradually faded; he only saw the Orcs extend his sinister hand.

How embarrassing! In the Void, a certain Naaru covered its face.

"Haha! Even the Holy Light is helping us Orcs." Eitrigg saw Tirion Fordring wearing patterned trousers and revealed a cunning smile, an Evil thought suddenly forming in his mind.

He went up and pulled down Tirion Fordring's pants.

"I will carve my name on your ass with a dagger, so that you will live forever in my shadow, forever enslaved, forever burdened by deep shame."

Another beam of Holy Light descended from the sky, Tirion Fordring once again heard the Naaru's oracle.

This time, the Holy Light landed in the correct location, but unfortunately, the unconscious Tirion Fordring was unable to merge the powerful Holy Light with his own power, and the Naaru in the Void could only leave in disappointment.

Eitrigg was terrified by the mysterious Holy Light. Hearing footsteps approaching in the distance, he quickly turned and fled.

Upon hearing the news of the watchtower's collapse, Barthilas rushed over, only managing to catch a glimpse of Eitrigg's back, followed by a thoughtful-looking Experiment 335.

"Master, Master."

When Barthilas saw Tirion Fordring pinned under the watchtower, he was so anxious he almost cried. He gained the power of Rune Casting, which increased his strength, and he easily moved the stones and roof beams that were pinning Tirion Fordring down.

Tirion Fordring was badly injured and on the verge of death. His chest was almost collapsed, and he had broken countless ribs. In particular, the endless humiliation he had suffered had robbed him of the will to live.

Barthilas quickly used Holy Light to help Tirion Fordring heal, but although his Power of the Holy Light was strong, it was too raw and lacked a familiar process, resulting in a lot of wasted energy in the process of healing Tirion Fordring.

Having almost exhausted all his Holy Light, Tirion Fordring's injuries finally stabilized, and his breathing became steady, though he remained unconscious.

"My lord has not colluded with the Orcs; he is fighting Orcs." Despite his exhaustion, the simple-minded Barthilas smiled happily. Tirion Fordring remained his great lord, a flawless hero.

Experiment 335 shook his head and pointed to the footprints of two people beside him:

"Look over here, young Barthilas. These aren't footprints from a battle. The two of them clearly talked for a long time, and the fight broke out when their conversation broke down. Barthilas, you need to learn to use your brain and see beyond the surface."

Although the footprints were suspicious and seemed to indicate something, causing Barthilas to have some doubts, he still wouldn't easily give up his trust in Tirion Fordring: "Undead, do not slander my lord."

"All right!"

Experiment 335 knew it would be difficult to persuade Barthilas, so after thinking for a moment, he said:

"Barthilas, remember this: you can't trust anyone. You need to stay alert at all times, observe with your eyes, listen with your ears, and carefully investigate the truth. It won't be long before Tirion Fordring meets that Orcs again. You know what you should do."

"Barthilas, don't tell anyone that you saved Tirion Fordring. If Tirion Fordring finds out you stumbled upon his secret meeting with the Orcs, you'll die a horrible death. This is advice from someone who's been there."

Experiment 335's advice touched Barthilas deeply, especially by the two suspicious sets of footprints.

"Just as you said, the Undead obey you."

Barthilas picked up Tirion Fordring and placed him on the back of Tirion Fordring's warhorse, Mirada. Fearing that Tirion Fordring would fall off, he used the reins to secure Tirion Fordring firmly to the saddle.

This is something Orcs cannot do, because Orcs innate intimidation would frighten their warhorses.

"I will prove you wrong, Undead," Barthilas said.

Andorhal, Robbie, and Arthas secretly buried Kel'Thuzad.

Kel'Thuzad's death must be kept secret to maintain deterrence against the Guardian Medivh.

As Arthas watched Kel'Thuzad's coffin being buried, he let out a mournful cry.

Because the Mutation into Lich failed, Kel'Thuzad's soul was imprisoned within his decaying corpse, Arthas was unable to hear the teachings of Kel'Thuzad's Restless Souls.

Suddenly, Arthas stopped crying, and hope appeared in his eyes.

"It has appeared, the fourth Holy Light Rune, the Deity, it is in Hearthglen."