Baron Thalassos retorted in a trembling voice, "No, Tirion Fordring, you can't do that."
Tirion Fordring coldly scrutinized the Baron: "Baron, I deeply regret your lack of awareness. The Orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again; they are great Saviors. And what have you done? For Azeroth, you should feel proud and honored."
"Tirion Fordring, no one will believe your nonsense!" the Baron protested loudly.
Tirion Fordring was very displeased; no cowardly human had ever dared to question him before, and he took a few steps forward.
The baron felt his bones cracking, the overwhelming Power of the Holy Light making it hard for him to breathe.
Kilrogg subdued the Baron from behind, drooling as he said, "This is a rare delicacy; it's your human Destiny to be eaten by us."
Tirion Fordring hesitated for a moment, then stared into the Baron's terrified eyes and said:
"You still have some use. The soldiers of the Argent Crusade are scattered throughout the Eastern and Western Plaguelands. You need to gather them together and make them willingly become food for the Orcs. This great responsibility falls on your shoulders. This is your only chance to contribute to the salvation of Azeroth."
"Don't even think about it, I will not yield." The baron's tone was resolute.
Tirion Fordring smiled sinisterly, "I have plenty of ways to make you my slave. Take him away, and who's willing to help me persuade him?"
Grommash Hellscream, Kilrogg, Blackhand were all eager to try, but Amado, who had just stepped out of the Portal, waved his hand and said:
"Let me handle this. I know some very effective methods to guarantee his surrender without him suffering any harm."
Draenei, somewhat intimidated by this Draenei so Imperator by the Tirion Fordring, nodded in agreement.
"Amado" earnestly instructed, "The problem of military rations urgently needs to be solved, but until the old Argent Crusade are all gathered, you'd better maintain the status quo of the Light's Hope Chapel to avoid revealing any flaws and ruining the whole affair."
Tirion Fordring whispered, "No problem, I'll order the Lightforging Orcs not to eat for the time being."
"Amado" escorted the baron into the basement, and after closing the stone door, "Amado" chuckled:
"I see perseverance in your heart. Aren't you really afraid of death?"
The baron said coldly, "A Draenei, I didn't expect him to become a lackey of the Orcs. Don't forget Draenei race."
"The lives and deaths of the Draenei are none of my concern," Amado said with a faint smile. "I want to know how determined you are to rebel against Tirion Fordring."
The baron gritted his teeth and said, "I know everything he's done; he's a traitor to humanity."
"Then do you dare kill Tirion Fordring? With the sword in your hand," Amado asked with a smile.
The baron froze, sweat beading on his forehead, his face filled with terror.
"You're afraid, aren't you? Tirion Fordring is highly respected, the embodiment of the Holy Light. To kill Tirion Fordring would make you a traitor to humanity, the Destroyer of Azeroth. Everyone would want to devour you alive. You would be nailed to the pillar of shame, forever infamous, and your descendants would be despised. Eitrigg could devour Tirion Fordring and rip out his heart, but you cannot."
"If possible, I hope to persuade Tirion Fordring," the Baron said wearily.
"Then why not become Tirion Fordring's dog, helping him slaughter humanity, or exterminate humanity as he did the Draenei? You might become a great hero, remembered in history, revered by thousands, and your descendants will be proud of you. Baron, what is your choice? To be Tirion Fordring's lackey, or the Destroyer of Azeroth?"
The baron's expression was one of constant struggle. Many had opposed Tirion Fordring, but they had all become Destroyers of Azeroth, meeting tragic ends.
"I cannot betray my colleagues, I cannot, but I am no match for Tirion Fordring," the Baron said helplessly.
Amado saw through the Baron's resolve and laughed, "What you lack is not strength, but courage. Believe me, the Holy Light is on your side."
Splash!
The chains binding the baron came loose, and he looked at his hands in astonishment.
An unprecedented Power of the Holy Light flowed through his body, easily freeing him from the chains.
Unlike Tirion Fordring and the others, who were enveloped in intense Holy Light, the Holy Light within the Baron was more subtle, yet also more powerful.
Amado coldly observed the dumbfounded Baron and chuckled, "Just as I guessed, the Holy Light supports your rebellious spirit. Tirion Fordring possesses the Power of the Holy Light, but he's all bark and no bite. He's just a child in your eyes. Go, pretend to surrender to Tirion Fordring, then gather your old followers and transfer the Power of the Holy Light within you to them. If you don't have the guts to kill Tirion Fordring, then hand him over to me."
The Baron said worriedly, "It will take time to gather the old troops, and I'm concerned that Light's Hope Chapel is in danger. Besides, many soldiers worship Tirion Fordring and are unwilling to fight him."
"Amado" chuckled and said, "You overestimate the Orcs. You just need to gather some trusted men nearby, then surprise and subdue leaders like Tirion Fordring Grommash Hellscream, and those Orcs will surrender. You can kick their heads as you please. Remember, Lightforging Orcs are still useful; they can charge into Charge for you."
The Baron was not stupid; he knew that his strength came from the Draenei before him, not from the so-called Holy Light.
"As you wish, from this day forward, you shall be the leader of the Argent Crusade." The Baron knelt on the ground in submission.
Amado nodded in satisfaction. "For certain reasons, I must remain behind the scenes. Everything is in your hands."
The baron declared loyally, "I am willing to sacrifice everything to protect the Argent Crusade."
Amado patted the Baron on the shoulder and said, "Follow me, and you will gain everything."
Disguised as "Amado," Aman'Thul skillfully fused Holy Light with Arcane energy, granting the Baron a power far more terrifying than that of Power of the Holy Light.
This power can produce seeds that can be freely passed on to others.
Entering Azeroth and secretly establishing his own power was Aman'Thul's initial plan.
Tirion Fordring was overjoyed by Baron Thalassos's submission. The baron went to gather his old followers, and Tirion Fordring and the others awaited his good news.
Not long after, the Baron led dozens of his trusted men back to Light's Hope Chapel, easily defeating the Lightforging Orcs guarding the gate. Just as Grommash Hellscream was about to stand up, the Baron kicked him to the ground.
Tirion Fordring grabbed Ashbringer from behind him, but one of the baron's henchmen rushed over, punched Tirion Fordring in the nose, and snatched Ashbringer from him.
Fording's head was buzzing and the punch had landed incredibly hard. It took Tirion Fordring a long time to regain his senses. The Baron had successfully taken control of the situation, Grommash Hellscream and the other two lay on the ground, barely alive.
"I am the representative of the Holy Light, I am the Savior of Azeroth, how dare you oppose Azeroth?" Tirion Fordring roared furiously.
With things having come to this point, the Baron was desperate. His blood boiled, and he rushed at Tirion Fordring, knocking him to the ground and beating him mercilessly until Fording coughed up blood.
Before long, Tirion Fordring burst into tears and pleaded in a low voice, "Stop fighting! I surrender! I'm willing to be your slave!"
Tirion Fordring, the embodiment of the Holy Light, was nothing but an Imp. The Baron was finally able to gloat, all the grievances he had suffered earlier vanished.