"I'm willing, I'm willing to take your place," Lucas said eagerly.
Tirion Fordring was secretly delighted; he was so lucky to have encountered a fool who was deliberately making things difficult for him.
"No, I can't. This is a bitter pill to swallow. I worry about the world and consider it my duty to save Azeroth. How can I let you suffer in my place? No, I can't do it."
That being said, Tirion Fordring secretly cast a spell, Power of the Holy Light slowly seeped into Lucas's Construct.
"Great Tirion Fordring, you are revered by countless people. Please allow me to take your place and contribute my strength to save Azeroth," Lucas said sincerely.
"I can't, Lucas, give up this idea." Tirion Fordring refused desperately; the Power of the Holy Light had already conquered the Construct, only one final step remained.
Lucas exclaimed excitedly, "Tirion Fordring, only when you gain your freedom can you destroy Evil and lead everyone to save Azeroth. I can do nothing but become the Flesh-Eternal in your place, and wait until you defeat the Evil Argent Dawn before coming to save me."
Tirion Fordring remained steadfast in his refusal to exchange souls with Lucas.
Suddenly, a voice rang in Lucas's ear, like a whisper from a god, telling Lucas that he only needed to merge with the Rune before him to replace Tirion Fordring.
Lucas believed this to be a revelation of the Holy Light and hurriedly moved toward the Golden Rune that had appeared out of nowhere.
Tirion Fordring had already done most of the work; all he had to do was wait for Lucas to get close to the Rune. Suddenly, the Rune generated a suction force, and Lucas's soul was instantly sucked into it.
The two golden Runes were successfully exchanged, and Tirion Fordring's soul appeared within the Construct.
Lucas then replaced Tirion Fordring as the soul of the Flesh-Eternal.
"Oh my god, why is this happening, Lucas? Are you alright?" Tirion Fordring was still putting on an act.
"I'm so happy." Lucas smiled with relief. "Being able to help my idol get out of trouble, I feel like my life hasn't been in vain."
"Lucas, you wait, I'll be back to save you soon, I swear." Tirion Fordring's knowledge far surpassed Lucas's; he quickly took control of the Construct and rushed into the night.
Near Lucas's soul floated clusters of shadows. Curious, Lucas tried to communicate with them, and the strange shadows surged into his soul.
Slaughter, betrayal— the Argent Crusade, under the banner of defeating the Lich King, sold countless humans to the Orcs for consumption. In reality, they were engaged in the bloody business of supplying Orcs with their provisions.
Tirion Fordring, his hands stained with the blood of all races of Azeroth, a cruel executioner, Butcher.
Lucas watched all of this in astonishment.
This was Tirion Fordring using the Holy Light to replicate a portion of his memories in his agony, allowing him to bear the pain of the Flesh-Eternal's flesh being torn away in his place.
After incorporating some of Tirion Fordring's memories, Lucas exclaimed in sincere admiration:
"Tirion Fordring, you are truly amazing, I am so proud of you."
Endless pain quickly overwhelmed Lucas; he felt his soul trembling, enduring a tearing agony.
In the Plaguelands, Tirion Fordring, controlling his Construct, ran quite a distance before realizing he was lost.
Surrounded by an endless, dense forest, Tirion Fordring walked through the trees, and as he walked, he saw his own footprints and realized he was going in circles.
Unfortunately, this Construct couldn't fly. Tirion Fordring frowned and leaned against a large tree, pondering a solution.
Suddenly, Tirion Fordring sensed the Construct's Power of the Holy Light rapidly disappearing, and he was immediately alarmed.
Before long, a group of Lightforging Orcs approached Tirion Fordring, and their leader shouted:
"Lucas, you actually tried to escape. We've finally caught up with you. You will pay for your crimes."
Mistaken for Lucas, Tirion Fordring remained silent as the Lightforging Orcs technicians removed the core of the Construct, which was the location of Tirion Fordring's soul.
An Orcs opened the chest and carefully placed the core inside.
Tirion Fordring's soul quickly sank into darkness, the box filled with countless Runes, forming a dark prison.
Left with no other choice, Tirion Fordring could only resign himself to fate.
After an unknown amount of time, the box was opened, and a warm sea breeze blew in, carrying the scent of the ocean from all sides; it must be an Island.
Tirion Fordring listened carefully and heard a familiar female voice.
"This is Lucas's soul? It's far more powerful than I imagined."
It was Jaina! Tirion Fordring's heart skipped a beat, and he became even more careful to conceal himself.
The other was Draenei named "Amado," who said with a smile:
"This is a superior soul that stood out from over a thousand experiments."
Grabbing the core of the Construct, "Amado" cast a spell with bizarre technique. Tirion Fordring felt countless fine threads enveloping the Construct, like a cocoon.
"Give it a try." Amado handed the wrapped core to Jaina.
"How do we try it?" Jaina asked curiously.
"Snap your fingers."
Jaina pointed, and crackling Lightning echoed from within the core.
Tirion Fordring felt Lightning strike from all directions, tearing at his soul, causing him to scream silently, almost driving him to the brink of collapse.
"Amado" explained with a smile, "There are Eighty-One Tortures in total. Each time you point, a punishment will be randomly generated. If he dares to resist, you can punish him using this method."
Jaina chuckled, "It's just a mortal soul. I think you're being too cautious. But I like this gift; it will be a pleasure for me."
Tirion Fordring was horrified; that crazy woman Jaina was really capable of doing it.
"Alright, with such a rare soul, let's begin forging Azeroth's first Holy Dragon," Amado said with interest.
In the center of the Island stood a wondrous Magic Circle, Kalecgos's body was located within Magic Circle.
With Jaina's limited knowledge, after seeing this Magic Circle, she could only lament her own shallowness and ignorance.
The core containing Tirion Fordring's soul was inserted into the Dragon's heart, and from the depths of the core, threads extended, connecting with the energy source within the Dragon's body.
Clearly, Jaina didn't want to give Tirion Fordring too much authority; although he was the soul of Holy Dragon, he couldn't control the massive body.
The Dragon's every move is controlled by Jaina; without Jaina, it is just a motionless puppet.
A vast Power of the Holy Light descended from the sky, and the Magic Circle operated silently, releasing countless Golden Runes that entered Dragon's body and continuously cleansed its form.
Every scale, every piece of flesh, every bone was imprinted with these mysterious Runes.
The Dragon's body grew increasingly bright, its blue scales gradually dimming and replaced by an aura of Holy Light.
The enormous dragon horns gleamed and shimmered, enveloped in a layer of golden light.
Finally, with a resounding dragon roar, a golden Dragon, seemingly crafted from pure gold, was born.
Between the golden scales, countless Holy Light flowed slowly, carrying an ultimate beauty. The dragon opened its mouth and spewed out a holy light.
Holy Light Dragon's Breath.
Amado admired his work and nodded.
"Indeed, the era of the perfect, Holy Dragons, the guardians of the five-colored Dragons, is coming to an end."
Jaina stood on the back of the Holy Dragon, the sea breeze ruffling her golden hair.
"Go, Jaina, to the Wyrmrest Temple, Neltharion's Lair, the Caverns of Time, the Nexus, and the Emerald Dream. Let the Five Dragonflights witness the might of the Holy Dragons! The Age of the Holy Light has arrived!"