Anachronos, son of Nozdormu, sat before Tirion Fordring, wielding a golden sword and riding a golden horse, as if he were not a merchant but a noble Naaru.
Tirion Fordring sensed an unusual power emanating from him and immediately became cautious.
Soon, Tirion Fordring recalled some rumors and asked in surprise:
"You are the four merchants who came to see King Terenas."
Anachronos remained silent, his expression enigmatic, Velen spoke Pride:
"Tirion Fordring, you must have heard of Uther! He has a treasure trove in Andorhal."
Tirion Fordring was taken aback.
No secret can stay hidden forever; the news of Uther's Booty Bay being stolen had already leaked out long ago.
"Who are you?" Tirion Fordring asked in fear.
Anachronos waved his hand dismissively and sneered, "You've scared our little Tirion Fordring. In fact, we're here to help you solve your food problem."
Tirion Fordring asked in surprise, "You're willing to hand over Uther's Vault to me? What's the price?"
Anachronos shook his head. "We can solve your logistical problems once and for all. Look at this!"
A small, clear bottle was handed to Tirion Fordring.
The bottle contained a green liquid, which appeared to be some kind of living thing, swirling around the center of the bottle. Through the bottle, Tirion Fordring sensed an ominous aura.
"Do you know about Undead creatures, Tirion Fordring?" Anachronos asked.
Tirion Fordring thought for a long time before replying dryly, "I know an Undead Mage who has lived for three thousand years."
"Meryl Winterstorm, one of the founders of the Council of Tirisfal." Anachronos raised an eyebrow. "The liquid in this small vial can turn your subordinates into Undead, so they will never need to eat again, and will gain superhuman combat power and unquestionable loyalty."
Anachronos lied; low-level Undead do need to be fed.
For example, Ghouls are more interested in fresh, living people than rotting corpses.
Tirion Fordring knew nothing about Undead creatures. His expression shifted, and he realized that if he could have a powerful Undead army, unifying Lordaeron would only be a matter of time.
Only
Tirion Fordring hesitated and asked, "I am the representative of the Holy Light; I cannot refuse Holy Light."
Anachronos chuckled, "Don't worry, the Undead can also worship Paladin Holy Light, Priest Undead, or even Undead."
Tirion Fordring was intrigued, but he felt there was something fishy about it and couldn't believe it entirely.
"Gentlemen, please allow me some time to consider before making a decision." Tirion Fordring rose to see the guests out.
Anachronos did not take back the vial containing the Plague, and politely said:
"If you don't trust us, you can conduct experiments on some soldiers. If you're satisfied, we'll offer you even more medicine. It's all for the sake of Azeroth."
Thrall, standing nearby, added:
"Tirion Fordring, I urge you to accept our help. Every day you delay, a large number of Orcs will die. Blackmoore has already begun to target the Internment Camp camps in Silverpine Forest."
Tirion Fordring declared loudly, "I, Tirion Fordring, consider it my duty to save Azeroth, and I will make Blackmoore pay the price!"
After parting ways with Tirion Fordring, Rend scoffed, "That Tirion Fordring actually didn't fall for it."
Anachronos said confidently, "Rest assured, Tirion Fordring will soon have no choice but to willingly become the Lich King of this world."
Tirion Fordring stared at the green liquid in the vial, tormented by his ambition to unify Lordaeron and become King.
Power, glory, everything that people yearn for seems to be within reach, almost within tangible limits.
Sylvanas's heroic figure flashed through his mind. Tirion Fordring swallowed hard, finally making up his mind, and gathered several of his subordinates to conduct the experiment.
The next day, a messenger arrived with a letter that smelled wonderful.
Tirion Fordring was surprised to find that it was a letter from Sylvanas, and he quickly opened it to read.
Sylvanas wanted to annul the engagement, and that was Tirion Fordring's first thought.
However, the contents of the letter were unexpected by Tirion Fordring. Sylvanas said the following:
"My dearest Tirion Fordring, one of my ancestors said that all great men must endure setbacks. The devastation in Silverpine Forest was not your fault. At this time, you need care and help. I consulted the Sun King and arrived in Lordaeron yesterday. King Terenas has prepared our wedding, awaiting only your arrival. To be able to spend my life with the one I love, to be inseparable, I am content. I don't care about forever, I only care about having had it."
"Forever yours, Sylvanas Windrunner."
Tirion Fordring was moved to tears. At this critical moment, Sylvanas stood by him through thick and thin. Who says there is no true love in the world?
Accompanied by a few trusted followers, Tirion Fordring hurriedly headed to Lordaeron. He was in high spirits along the way, feeling that the sky was exceptionally clear and the air was incredibly fresh.
The Lordaeron were wide open, but there were hardly any pedestrians in sight.
At such an important wedding, Tirion Fordring saw no crowds lining the streets to welcome him, and saw no festive atmosphere whatsoever.
Tirion Fordring was slightly surprised.
But when he thought of the desolate state of Lordaeron, with its empty treasury and even the King starving, Tirion Fordring could understand.
More importantly, Sylvanas was waiting for him.
Just as I stepped through the city gate, I suddenly heard the sound of a noose behind me, and the gate slowly closed.
Tirion Fordring was puzzled and felt a vague unease.
Countless soldiers rushed out from the streets and alleys near the city gate and surrounded Tirion Fordring.
"Oh no, this is a trap."
Tirion Fordring quickly drew his weapon and shouted:
"Terenas, I knew it was you behind this. What, Blackmoore is still alive, so you're planning to kill me?"
The sound of gears and chains came from the street corner, and a golden mechanical horse appeared before Tirion Fordring.
Seated on the horse was a burly man with a thick beard and limbs that were all intricate machines.
"Uther!" Tirion Fordring exclaimed in astonishment.
Just as Tirion Fordring hesitated for a moment, an arrow flew silently and pierced Tirion Fordring left shoulder.
"Ah!"
Tirion Fordring screamed in agony; the arrow was poisoned, his right arm was completely paralyzed, and his weapon fell from his hand.
On the city gate, Sylvanas, dressed in full armor, coldly sized up Tirion Fordring, with a group of High Elf archers behind her.
"Sylvanas, you lied to me!" Tirion Fordring was heartbroken and felt waves of despair wash over him.
"Tirion Fordring," Uther grinned menacingly, "Your ambitions are too great, daring to dream of replacing me. This is your death trap."
Tirion Fordring was drenched in cold sweat. He gritted his teeth, quickly dismounted, and knelt on the ground, pleading:
"Lord Uther, I was wrong, please forgive me. If you don't believe me, you may strip me of my Holy Light."
Uther laughed heartily, "Tirion Fordring, you've realized this too late. Don't worry, I'll definitely feed your corpse to the Orcs."
Sylvanas glared at Tirion Fordring, that audacious old man who had the audacity to propose to her.
"Tirion Fordring, you disgust me," Sylvanas cursed with revulsion.
At a single command, a volley of arrows was unleashed, Tirion Fordring could only close his eyes and await his death.
Bang!
A cloud of smoke appeared where Tirion Fordring was, and golden Holy Light blocked all the arrows.
Velen used Holy Light to protect Tirion Fordring, while Anachronos opened a spatial portal nearby.
Uther and Sylvanas rushed over.
The smoke cleared, Tirion Fordring was gone.
Uther calmly replied, "Tirion Fordring has nowhere to run, he must go to Brill."
Sylvanas said viciously:
"Tirion Fordring, you can't escape."