The Sunstrider Dynasty was the founder of Quel'Thalas and ruled Silvermoon City for thousands of years.
Although Prince Kael'thas became the Betrayer and perished on the Magisters' Terrace, Sunstrider family's bloodline was almost wiped out, he was still a former royal family, so it's not surprising that he could produce several sets of Epic equipment.
Tirion Fordring did not doubt Robbie's identity. Impersonating the Sunstrider family, at this time was hardly a good thing.
"To actually meet a member of the Sunstrider family," Tirion Fordring said blankly. "Although it feels very impolite, I'm still curious to know, what do you Blood Elves need the Naaru Shard for?"
Naaru Shard are not Naaru Cores. A Naaru Core is a source of Holy Light and can be used to create the artifact Ashbringer. What can a Naaru Shard do? It's almost useless, at most it can be used to craft some ornaments. This is why the Argent Crusade is willing to trade it.
Robbie stared at Tirion Fordring for a long time before giving the reason he had prepared beforehand.
Have you heard of M'uru?
M'uru is the name of a Naaru, and a very tragic Naaru at that.
M'uru was once the Guardian of Tempest Keep. After Kael'thas raided Tempest Keep, he captured the poor Naaru and sent him to Silvermoon City so that the Blood Elves could extract his Holy Light energy. This is the origin of the Blood Elf Paladins.
As a result, this bright Naaru was transformed into Evil, dark creature.
"We've been researching how to use Naaru Shards to gather the Power of the Holy Light. You know we Blood Elves are all Mana Addiction; we feel uncomfortable if we don't extract something," Robbie began to ramble on.
"So it was to alleviate his Mana Addiction." Tirion Fordring was somewhat convinced.
"It's a deal: one Epic item and one Naaru Shard. No bargaining." Tirion Fordring said in an unquestionable tone.
Robbie nodded; these were terms that had been agreed upon long ago.
The two were at the Light's Hope Chapel, but neither had any attendants with them.
Robbie had Vanessa secretly following him, but what about Tirion Fordring? Was he really sure Fording would keep his promise? Wasn't he afraid Robbie might be up to something? Looking at Tirion Fordring's confident demeanor, Robbie was assessing Tirion Fordring's reliance.
Tirion Fordring's character is really questionable; Robbie wouldn't believe he wouldn't resort to some underhanded tactics.
Tirion Fordring first took out a Naaru Shard, Robbie, without a doubt, also took out an Epic set.
The Burning Legion specially crafted this Sexy Succubus's Three-Point Temptation Set for Succubus generals. After becoming Guardian's collectible, the outfit was modified to fit the body type of a human woman.
Tirion Fordring's eyes lit up immediately upon seeing the equipment. Although the equipment covered a small area, its defensive capabilities were top-notch, and the two successfully completed the trade.
Afterwards, a Naaru Shard was exchanged for a set of Epic- level equipment, and the two successfully completed the transaction.
Five Naaru Shards, five sets of Epic gear.
Just when Robbie thought the deal was done, Tirion Fordring produced the sixth Naaru Shard.
"This one is bigger than the previous ones; it requires two sets of Epic gear," Tirion Fordring said with a chuckle.
Vanessa needs the Naaru Shard to control the Dark Star. Each additional Naaru Shard increases her chances of success, but failure would mean certain death.
With this Naaru Shard, the success rate increased from 70% to over 90%.
"Can!"
Without hesitation, Robbie took out two more Epic -level sets from his bag and made the trade.
Tirion Fordring looked at the seven Epic sets he had just acquired. Although the Burning Legion's insignia had been worn away and most of them had been modified, the strange designs of these pieces of equipment made him realize something.
"I heard someone tricked fifteen Epic sets from Karazhan under the guise of Shadowmourne. It must have been one of your people who did it, right?" Tirion Fordring asked tentatively, a strange smile on his face.
"I'm only in charge of the transactions," Robbie shrugged. "I don't think you care about the origins of this equipment."
Tirion Fordring lit a cigarette, puffed out smoke, and said:
"To be honest, I don't want to get involved in these messy things, but this involves the Orcs. The Orcs are the noblest race I've ever seen. They've saved Azeroth Continent more than once. Especially Saurfang the Great, he is the undisputed Savior of Azeroth. He is so virtuous and Consecration. You've deceived Saurfang the Great's feelings, and that makes me very unhappy."
"Tirion Fordring!" Robbie stared at Tirion Fordring's face. "If you don't want to resort to any tricks, I'm willing to complete this deal peacefully, and we'll part ways and never see each other again. Otherwise, you'll pay the price."
"Is that so?" Tirion Fordring exhaled a smoke ring, seemingly unconcerned.
"Young Sunstrider, your threats have no effect. Have you forgotten whose territory this is?"
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and two figures, one tall and one short, entered the inn.
"Tirion Fordring, Varimathras sends his greetings. May the Holy Light be with you forever, and may the Burning Legion always be your friend," the larger Dreadlord proclaimed, looking at Robbie with disdain as if he were a corpse.
The smaller figure was a Forsaken, accompanied by two Undead hounds. He bowed politely to Tirion Fordring, his manner as courteous as a nobleman. "Nathanos Blightcaller, on behalf of the Dark Lady Sylvanas, I extend my greetings. Your Argent Crusade has provided a steady stream of troops for Undercity, and Her Majesty is deeply grateful for your generosity and selflessness."
"It's nothing, it's what I should do," Tirion Fordring said modestly, "For the Horde."
"For Queen Sylvanas!" the Blightcaller shouted.
I knew it; the scheme Wrathgate was definitely related to Sylvanas.
Looking at the smug Varimathras and the gloomy-faced Blightcaller, Robbie shook his head with a smile:
"Tirion Fordring, is this all you've got? Fine, this is Light's Hope Chapel. Don't damage the building, let's go outside and fight."
"Ha ha, a lowly Blood Elf dares to be so arrogant." Varimathras let out a maniacal laugh.
The three walked out of Light's Hope Chapel. Tirion Fordring was in a good mood, humming a little tune. The innkeeper, Jessica, sat down next to Tirion Fordring again and poured him a glass of wine. Tirion Fordring looked at the beautiful landlady and smiled:
"Race does not define honor. I know some Orcs, as noble as the highest knights; I also know some humans, as Evil as the most cruel Undead Scourge! Now I know I was wrong. Only Orcs, only the Horde, can save Azeroth. I am ashamed to be human."
"Tirion Fordring, you were once a noble Paladin. What caused you to become what you are today?" Jessica asked directly, her face darkening.
Tirion Fordring was stunned upon hearing this, remaining speechless for a long while before finally managing a bitter smile. "I suppose it was when I realized that the Guardian Medivh was invincible that I became the person I am today. If I hadn't become this kind of person, I'm afraid I would have long since become a cold corpse like this overconfident Sunstrider."
"So you're afraid, aren't you?" Jessica sighed deeply. "I understand. The brave Warriors have all fallen, and all that's left in this world are vile villains."
Tirion Fordring was very unhappy and was about to retort.
Robbie strode in, his breathing steady, his clothes spotless.
Two heads, one small and one large, were thrown in front of Tirion Fordring. The Dreadlord and the Blightcaller's disbelief became an expression frozen in time.
Tirion Fordring dropped his cigarette to the ground.