The battle for Light's Hope Chapel has come to an end, and the old forces of the Argent Crusade have been preserved.
However, this is just the beginning, and there are many problems that urgently need to be solved.
For example, what should be done with Tirion Fordring Old Lightforging Orcs's food supply?
Baron Thalassos secretly consulted with Aman'Thul.
Inside the secret room, Aman'Thul quietly sipped his tea and asked, "Baron, what do you think should be done?"
A glint of malice flashed in the baron's eyes. "The cost of bringing supplies from Draenor is too high; we can't afford it. Orcs need to eat meat; their consumption is too great. We might as well kill them all."
Aman'Thul laughed heartily, "Your idea is excellent. If King Terenas had had your courage back then, there wouldn't have been so much trouble."
Setting down his teacup, Aman'Thul chuckled, "But that's just mortal thinking. I have a better method. Lightforging Orcs are still useful; as long as they're alive, they won't anger Elune."
The Baron was baffled and couldn't understand the relationship between the Lightforging Orcs and the Moon Goddess.
Aman'Thul handed a blueprint to the Baron: "Build it like this. If we work overtime, it should be completed within three days. The location will be at the Corin's Crossing."
The baron carefully examined the building plans. It wouldn't be difficult to complete in three days, but he couldn't see its purpose.
Aman'Thul waved his hand and said, "No need to ask any more questions. Now you need to spread the word that the great Tirion Fordring is willing to sacrifice himself to save Azeroth."
The Baron was confused again. What did this building have to do with Tirion Fordring?
Three days later, the construction at the Corin's Crossing was completed on schedule.
The Argent Crusade dug a large pit until groundwater gushed out, and then built several stone houses on the edge of the pit, but it was really hard to understand what their purpose was.
The day arrived, Tirion Fordring was locked in a luxurious carriage, escorted by the Baron, and driven to the Corin's Crossing. Soldiers of the Argent Crusade and their families gathered on both sides of the road, shouting Tirion Fordring's name.
Although Tirion Fordring lost and his freedom, his reputation remained strong.
The Baron sat beside Tirion Fordring, occasionally lifting the curtain to wave to the people on Tirion Fordring's behalf.
Tirion Fordring was very unhappy. It had always been his right to receive the cheers of the people, but now he could only sit in the carriage like a puppet.
"Where are you taking me?" Tirion Fordring asked anxiously.
The baron chuckled and said, "Tirion Fordring, this is your most glorious moment. The people of the Plaguelands all know that you are about to make a sacrifice for Azeroth."
"Sacrifice? You want to kill me?" Tirion Fordring's face turned ashen with fear.
The baron shook his head. "The people will not agree. Rest assured, Tirion Fordring, you will live forever in their hearts."
The carriage stopped at the Corin's Crossing, where a crowd gathered to watch. Under the baron's escort, Tirion Fordring stepped down from the carriage.
Upon seeing Tirion Fordring's aged yet stubborn face, the people were moved to tears, and some girls even fainted from the excitement.
"I'd rather die than let Tirion Fordring look at me," a beautiful woman said in a trembling voice.
The baron glanced at her and recognized the girl. Her father and brothers had been fed to the Orcs by Tirion Fordring and died a horrible death, which Steadfast the baron's resolve.
Upon ascending the platform, the Baron delivered a speech to the public:
"Azeroth has suffered many calamities; without great heroes, we would have been destroyed long ago. Tirion Fordring, leader of the Argent Crusade, Savior of Azeroth, the greatest hero, personally defeated the Evil Lich King. Please allow me, on behalf of everyone, to say to Tirion Fordring: Thank you, you have done a great job."
The baron bowed, Tirion Fordring responded with a bitter smile, more painful than a grimace.
The Baron continued, "Evil threatens Azeroth. Deep beneath the Corin's Crossing lies a terrible source of Evil. If this monster were to emerge, Azeroth would be destroyed. To save Azeroth, the great Tirion Fordring was willing to sacrifice himself to seal this horrible beast."
The crowd looked into the deep pit, where bubbles were rising from the water at the bottom, and many people trembled with fear.
Tirion Fordring's face turned pale. He didn't want to die for Azeroth and wanted to say it was a lie, but a force controlled him, preventing him from making a sound.
"I am deeply moved by Tirion Fordring's Consecration. Evil is stirring; let us begin."
The baron managed to squeeze out a few tears, but before he could finish speaking, a furious roar came from the bottom of the pit.
The onlookers scattered in terror, while the brave soldiers of the Argent Crusade stood in a circle around the pit and cast Holy Light spells together.
Black smoke billowed from the bottom of the pit, and a huge monster gradually took shape, with countless tentacles winding like snakes and Evil eyes scanning the earth.
"This is the Power of the Old Gods." Tirion Fordring's legs went weak with fear.
The Power of the Holy Light condensed into a large golden net, trapping the Evil monster. The monster's tentacles struggled incessantly, trying to break free.
The baron smiled faintly and said, "Tirion Fordring, the time has come to sacrifice yourself for Azeroth."
"I don't want to die! I am the representative of the Holy Light!" Tirion Fordring pleaded in his final moments.
"Because you are the spokesperson for the Holy Light, this position is most suitable for you." A voice came, it was Aman'Thul, disguised as "Amado".
Aman'Thul pointed at the monster in the pit and sneered, "My formation can guarantee a continuous flow of Holy Light into your body. You are a living receiver of Holy Light. This monster may seem terrifying, but it grows by relying on the Power of the Holy Light. From now on, the Plaguelands will never lack food."
"Flesh-Eternal!"
Tirion Fordring trembled with fear; how could Tirion Fordring not know the tragic fate of Medivh and his mother?
"It was you, it was you who taught Thrall how to forge the Flesh-Eternal!" Tirion Fordring shouted, pointing at "Amado."
Aman'Thul laughed heartily:
"That's right, I am the variable in this world. Tirion Fordring, after you took over the old Argent Crusade, you deceived the humans of Kingdom of Stormwind, the Dwarves of Ironforge, and the Trolls of the forest in the name of saving Azeroth, making them join the Argent Crusade and become food for the Orcs. History calls this the Flesh Trade, and I changed everything. Go, Tirion Fordring, those who eat others will be eaten in return. You deceived the innocent and were eaten by the Orcs, and now, you have become food for the Orcs as well. You will suffer eternal torment."
"No, no, I was wrong, please forgive me."
Unfortunately, Tirion Fordring was unable to struggle and, under Aman'Thul's control, Tirion Fordring walked step by step toward the monster in the deep pit.
Golden Holy Light surrounded Tirion Fordring, transforming into countless sealing symbols. The onlookers were moved to tears, and under their earnest gaze, Tirion Fordring "recklessly" jumped into the pit.
For Azeroth.
Tirion Fordring's final roar pierced the sky, and a dazzling Holy Light shot into the heavens, while the monster in the pit let out a roar of unwilling defiance.
The golden light gradually faded, and a huge mountain of flesh appeared in the pit, gleaming golden and like a roasted ham, emitting an enticing aroma.
Aman'Thul nodded unconsciously as he smelled the aroma.
"Compared to the Flesh-Eternal formed from the power of the Old Gods, the flesh and blood formed from the Power of the Holy Light are far more delicious, Tirion Fordring. Your Consecration has been worthwhile."
The baron breathed a sigh of relief and whispered, "The food problem is finally solved."
Aman'Thul laughed, "You think this is the end? No, our great undertaking has only just begun."