Vanessa has a sharp mind; she could tell Velen's choice just from Ner'zhul's reaction.
Medivh displayed overwhelming power, instilling fear in Velen, who was forced to side with the Peace Dove.
The Guardian Medivh is the key.
The Peace Dove represents the interests of the Horde, but also the tragedy and helplessness of the Alliance.
Fortunately, Kel'Thuzad's music box sold very well, and the seeds of conflict against Medivh had been sown.
Once Medivh is dealt with, the Peace Dove will be leaderless and destined to vanish.
"Commander, it seems we need to speed things up," Robbie said to Vanessa.
Vanessa's beautiful eyes flickered; she knew it was time to make a decision.
Velen has lived for tens of thousands of years. His flaw is that he is slow, always hesitant, and finds it difficult to make up his mind.
The cooperation between the Draenei and the Peace Dove will inevitably be delayed for some time.
If Velen can quickly bring the Draenei under his control and make them part of the resistance against the Iron Horde, Velen won't have time to back out.
In other words, the deal with Tirion Fordring must be done as soon as possible.
The Light's Hope Chapel in the Western Plaguelands.
Every time he returned to Light's Hope Chapel, Tirion Fordring felt like he was coming home.
Everyone looked at Tirion Fordring with admiration upon his arrival. The beautiful innkeeper Jessica Chambers, brought out her treasured wines and drank a few glasses with Tirion Fordring.
The Fervor gaze of the beautiful maid beside him made Tirion Fordring feel much younger.
Although Tirion Fordring is quite old, he is still a very charming older man.
For some reason, the number of Argent Dawns has decreased significantly, and some familiar faces have disappeared.
Jessica gracefully poured Tirion Fordring a glass of wine, her beautiful eyes glancing at him as she smiled, "Tirion Fordring Fording, it's been several years since you've returned to Light's Hope Chapel. We miss your time in the Plaguelands."
Tirion Fordring tactfully agreed, remarking with emotion, "We Paladins are home wherever we go. The Evil of Northrend has not been eradicated, Argent Crusade still has an important mission: to prevent the Scourge from making a comeback. We will not lay down our arms until the Scourge is destroyed."
Jessica nodded in agreement, a hint of mockery in her beautiful eyes. "Thank you to the warriors of the Argent Crusade for eradicating Scourge Undead. We, the Argent Dawn, have had a much better year."
"It's just what we should do," Tirion Fordring said politely.
"It was the warriors' fearless and courageous battles that brought us this prosperous and peaceful life. Since the Scourge Undead control of the Plaguelands, most of the Argent Dawn's warriors have defected to Undercity," Jessica said with a radiant smile, "And become the Forsaken."
"Why did you choose to join Undercity?" Tirion Fordring asked in surprise.
Undercity has no living people; they can only become the Forsaken. But who among the living would willingly become the dead?
Jessica smiled faintly, "The Plaguelands in an awkward position. Do you think the Dark Lady Sylvanas will let us go? Once the Scourge is wiped out, the Argent Dawn will be useless, won't you say, Tirion Fordring? The Horde is slowly devouring us. We either die or surrender to Sylvanas."
Tirion Fordring quickly coughed a few times to cover his embarrassment.
"Tirion Fordring, why do you think we should destroy the Scourge?" Jessica asked meaningfully.
"Because the Scourge is Evil!" Tirion Fordring said solemnly.
"But who will deal with the Evil of the Dark Lady Sylvanas?" Jessica asked curiously.
Tirion Fordring thought for a moment and said, "There's nothing wrong with becoming Forsaken. You can still contribute to Azeroth. The Alliance is as Evil as Scourge Undead, only the Horde is noble and pure."
Jessica stared at Tirion Fordring for a long time before saying, "I really want to see the day you become Forsaken."
Tirion Fordring's expression changed.
"The same as always?" Jessica asked, seizing the opportunity.
"Um, um, the same as always," Tirion Fordring replied vaguely, having forgotten what "the same as always" meant.
"I knew you didn't like human beauties; you prefer voluptuous Orcs women."
Jessica deliberately feigned a resentful expression, then quickly stood up. A short while later, two voluptuous female Orcs, striking seductive poses, sat down next to Tirion Fordring, giving Tirion Fordring flirtatious glances.
Tirion Fordring's cough worsened.
Two female Orcs sat on Tirion Fordring's laps, their voluptuous bodies barely embracing the Tirion Fordring. Poor Tirion Fordring's face was purple, he was struggling to breathe, and his thigh bones made a creaking sound as if they were about to be crushed.
The female Orcs opened her mouth wide, and a stench almost made Tirion Fordring faint.
"Ah!"
Tirion Fordring let out a scream as a female Orcs's fang pierced a large hole in his cheek, from which blood gushed. Another female Orcs's fang pierced Tirion Fordring's temple, nearly killing him.
Jessica rushed over, pushed the two female Orcs aside, and apologized to Tirion Fordring, whose face was covered in blood. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry, our maids were just too excited. You defeated the Evil Arthas and saved Azeroth, they couldn't help themselves when they saw you."
Tirion Fordring finally caught his breath and quickly used Holy Light to heal himself.
"It's alright, I just like passionate female Orcs," Tirion Fordring said, grinning, his smile quite forced.
"Really? That's wonderful! We have many passionate female Orcs here who dream of meeting you."
Jessica quickly waved, "Sisters, come out and meet the great Savior, Tirion Fordring!"
A group of voluptuous female Orcs emerged from the inner room, their gaping maws snarling as they swarmed toward Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring's vision went black. It was over. He was going to die.
After the group of female Orcs left satisfied, Tirion Fordring slumped in his chair, like a broken rag doll.
Tirion Fordring's bones were broken in countless places. These gluttonous female Orcs had secretly devoured a lot of Tirion Fordring flesh. There were hardly any good pieces of flesh left on Tirion Fordring's body; in many places, white bones were exposed. Several of his internal organs were also missing. He was barely breathing and could die at any moment.
Among Orcs, this is not considered excessive; it can be said to be one of Orcs traditions.
It's because Tirion Fordring's body isn't as strong as Orcs's.
Fortunately, a powerful Power of the Holy Light descended from the sky, enveloping the Light's Hope Chapel in golden Holy Light and saving Tirion Fordring's life.
Robbie secretly witnessed all of this, and upon seeing Tirion Fordring fully recovered, he shook his head with regret. It was all Robbie's doing; unfortunately, with the Holy Light protecting the Tirion Fordring, killing him was simply too difficult.
Tirion Fordring utterly despises the Alliance and would never make any deals with the Alliance, so Robbie had to resort to some disguises. He used Orb of the Sin'dorei to transform into a Blood Elf.
Under the protection of the Holy Light, Tirion Fordring was restored to his original state, and even his clothes were automatically repaired.
"Are the maids satisfied with your hospitality?" Jessica asked with a smile.
"Young girls these days are just too enthusiastic. I wish I were younger. I'm too old now, and I can't keep up anymore," Tirion Fordring said, maintaining his composure and expression.
As expected of Tirion Fordring, he could endure this. Robbie secretly admired him; extraordinary people must have extraordinary abilities.
Robbie straightened his clothes and went into the Light's Hope Chapel, sitting opposite Tirion Fordring.
"Let me introduce myself, my name is Nicolas Sunstrider," Robbie said, looking at Tirion Fordring.
"So they're members of the Sunstrider royal family of Silvermoon City?"
Tirion Fordring was slightly dissatisfied after hearing this, but since it wasn't Alliance, he could still barely accept it.