Back in Brill, hatred filled his heart.
Sylvanas's trickery, in particular, enraged Tirion Fordring.
"Sylvanas, Uther, Terenas, you must all die."
Before Tirion Fordring could catch his breath, Uther's army, along with Sylvanas's Silvermoon City soldiers, arrived in pursuit.
Brill is just a small town with no natural defenses.
Although Tirion Fordring's army was large, its main force consisted of the Knights of the Silver Hand and the armies of lords from various regions.
Upon hearing that Uther was coming, panic gripped the people, and no one was willing to fight for Tirion Fordring.
Uther set up camp outside the town of Brill and sent men to make a message.
They say that Tirion Fordring is a sinner of Azeroth, secretly conspiring with Blackmoore to murder all the Orcs of Lordaeron.
The Orcs are facing an unprecedented crisis, and all patriots of Lordaeron should stand up and fight to protect Orcs.
Thanks to the flawed propaganda of Uther, Tirion Fordring's soldiers were greatly disappointed and remained in a wait-and-see mode.
If Uther hadn't mentioned the Orcs, Tirion Fordring's army would probably have collapsed immediately.
Tirion Fordring, puzzled, asked curiously, "Why would the High Elves help Uther?"
Anachronos calmly replied, "King Terenas ceded Stratholme and Darrowmere Region to the High Elves."
Tirion Fordring, instead of getting angry, laughed, "That old bastard Terenas would rather cede territory to outsiders than give it to me."
Inside the central command tent, Tirion Fordring Cui looked dejected, staring at the Plague in the small vial in front of him.
Anachronos patiently advised, "Tirion Fordring, Azeroth is in grave danger; you have no other choice."
Tirion Fordring gritted his teeth. "My entire life has been dedicated to fighting to save Azeroth. For the Orcs, I'm willing to give everything, even my life."
Recalling Sylvanas's beautiful face, Tirion Fordring hardened his heart and forced the Plague into his mouth.
An indescribable power surged into his aging body, Tirion Fordring seemed to become young again in an instant.
Countless lights and shadows flashed before his eyes, and he clearly felt the power of death.
Interestingly, the Holy Light did not abandon him; the two diametrically opposed forces merged together and coexisted peacefully.
However, his appearance changed; clumps of hair and beard fell out, and his face was covered with wrinkles, making him look old and frail.
Anachronos nodded in satisfaction:
"Tirion Fordring, this is a secret potion specially prepared for you. You will be the leader of the Undead in Azeroth, the Invincible Lich King, and you will create new history."
Velen gave a sinister smile and handed over a Rune sword.
Tirion Fordring took the Rune sword, and as the Runes flickered, he felt countless pieces of knowledge flooding into his mind.
"Such immense power! This is wonderful! Lordaeron is mine now."
Tirion Fordring readily accepted the large amount of Plague from Anachronos and threw it into the waters of Brill.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad stayed at the inn in Brill and witnessed Tirion Fordring's actions firsthand.
Kel'Thuzad examined the Plague in the water source, shook his head, and said:
"The Plague of Anachronos is the lowest level; all soldiers will turn into Bloodlust Undead creatures, and Lordaeron will descend into chaos, becoming a realm of the Undead."
Robbie frowned. "Anachronos has gone to such lengths to stop Blackmoore. We have to do something."
"The only thing that can stop the Undead Plague is the Undead Plague itself."
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad secretly added Plague to Brill's water sources.
This is a high-level Plague developed by the Scourge, a high-level evolution and leap of flesh and blood creatures, and a high-level Undead with self-awareness.
The Plague spread rapidly, reaching Brill.
Outside the town, Uther and Sylvanas were surprised to find that the entire Brill was shrouded in a dark cloud.
Although it was only early autumn, there was a chilly feeling, as if it were the dead of winter.
"Did you feel it?" Sylvanas asked uncertainly. "It seems to be the power of the Undead. The Trolls of Zul'Aman studied similar magic in the past."
Uther closed his eyes, Holy Light flashed, and a golden eye appeared above his head, gazing in Brill's direction.
"Ah!"
Uther let out a scream, clutching his eyes tightly; his golden eyes quickly turned completely black.
"By the Holy Light, I feel an unprecedented power of death. It's over. Retreat! Retreat back to Lordaeron! Damn Tirion Fordring, what has he done?"
Uther mounted his mechanical warhorse and led his army in a retreat without looking back.
Seeing this, Sylvanas dared not linger, and the High Elves retreated to the Darrowmere Region.
Overnight, Uther and Sylvanas vanished without a trace.
Tirion Fordring built a high platform in the center of Brill and delivered a speech to the public.
At this moment, all of Brill's soldiers and civilians had turned into Undead creatures and gathered around the high platform.
Anachronos gazed at the Undead below and suddenly sensed something amiss.
These Undead had clear eyes, sharp minds, and more refined appearances than the living; they were only seen on the high-ranking Undead of the Scourge.
Anachronos realized something was amiss and gave Velen and the others a meaningful look.
The four quietly retreated to a secluded corner, where Anachronos opened Portal to escape.
Tirion Fordring, still completely unaware of the situation, delivered a passionate speech:
"My loyal soldiers, I have always believed that only the Orcs can save Azeroth, and that the Orcs are the future of Lordaeron. Now, the Orcs in the Internment Camps are in danger, and the Evil Blackmoore is Order slaughtering Orcs. I believe that the conscientious people of Lordaeron will never stand for this. We must bravely fight to protect the Orcs."
Tirion Fordring was beaming with pride, bracing himself for a round of applause.
However, all he heard was a murmur, and a soldier shouted:
"Tirion Fordring, you are human, why are you fighting to protect Orcs?"
Tirion Fordring paused for a moment, then asked in surprise:
"Don't you think your question is strange? Orcs are noble creatures, while humans are lowly and vile. Humans are only fit to be food for Orcs. Isn't that just common sense?"
Another officer said, "Tirion Fordring, if you want to be Orcs food, we're willing to grant your wish."
Tirion Fordring was furious, but he also sensed something was wrong. Wasn't it said that the loyalty of these Undead was beyond question?
"Absurd! I am the representative of the Holy Light, the Savior of Azeroth. My words are the truth. Anyone who dares to contradict me is guilty of destroying Azeroth, an unforgivable sin."
The officer shook his head. "Tirion Fordring, we don't believe your nonsense. Look at your disgusting appearance, even Orcs wouldn't have an appetite for you."
"How dare you! I am the great Lich King, your noble leader!" Tirion Fordring drew his Rune and brandished it, only then realizing that his appearance was different from the others.
The soldiers rushed forward, knocked down the platform, and Tirion Fordring fell down.
Countless fists rained down on Tirion Fordring, Hamstring Tirion Fordring bones and causing him to howl and beg for mercy. Except for his head, all the bones in his body were shattered into powder.
A soldier picked up Tirion Fordring's Rune sword, and a flood of Undead magic entered his mind.
Through the connection between the Undead, Undead magic spread rapidly, greatly benefiting all the soldiers.
Some exceptionally talented individuals quickly mastered the art and gained Undead magic.
"Put Tirion Fordring's head in a box and send it to Terenas," an officer suggested.
"Where should we go from here?" someone asked.
"We are the Undead, we should not contend with the living for land. The frozen wasteland of Northrend, that is our true home."