Dreadlords are not easily killed; after their physical bodies are destroyed, their souls can return to the Twisting Nether to be resurrected.
The Blightcaller also have a chance to be resurrected, provided that the Dark Lady Sylvanas is willing to pay the price—sacrificing a Val'kyr. The number of Val'kyr is limited, and each Val'kyr is equivalent to one of Sylvanas's lives.
Tirion Fordring looked at the two heads, one large and one small, and stared at Robbie with surprise. He nodded and said:
"Very good. I never expected the fallen Sunstrider family to have such a powerful descendant as you, Nicolas Sunstrider. I will remember your name. Perhaps you have a chance to restore the Sunstrider family's glory. But you shouldn't have offended the noble High Saurfang the Great. This has brought disaster upon you and your family. Your powerful soul will become my collection."
Tirion Fordring slowly stood up. In a short moment, the charismatic, seemingly harmless old man disappeared, and Tirion Fordring appeared as if Deity Descension, his body enveloped in golden Holy Light.
A broad two-handed greatsword appeared in his hand, the renowned artifact Ashbringer, but it appeared somewhat dim and lackluster at this moment.
"Do you know why I chose Light's Hope Chapel as the meeting place? Because Ashbringer is hungry; it needs to eat."
Robbie frowned sharply upon hearing this; the words sounded all too familiar.
Ashbringer's energy source is a Naaru Core; it is well known that Naaru must absorb souls to restore their power.
Beneath the Light's Hope Chapel lie countless heroic spirits— Alliance warriors and Paladins who perished in the two Orcs Wars, as well as accomplices of the Orcs, including an Order of the Silver Hand who died in Stratholme. A few escaped Restless Souls and entered Stratholme under the protection of the Power of the Holy Light.
When Arthas attacked Light's Hope Chapel, Ashbringer was instantly purified. This was not due to Tirion Fordring's power, but because the corrupted Naaru Core absorbed the spirits stored in Light's Hope Chapel and regained its power.
During the assault on Icecrown Citadel, Ashbringer expended too much power, and the Naaru Core gradually dimmed. At this moment, Ashbringer urgently needs to replenish its Restless Souls to restore it to its peak condition, which would make Tirion Fordring invincible.
Tirion Fordring Ashbringer aloft, cried out, "Ignorant and despicable Undead of Lordaeron, it is time to end your miserable and pitiful lives and become food for Ashbringer. May all that you have passed be reduced to ashes, leaving only misery and suffering. For the Horde, for Saurfang the Great, Consecration everything you have!"
A large number of Restless Souls poured out from beneath the Light's Hope Chapel, mostly young soldiers, their faces contorted in pain, wailing pitifully. Because of the Holy Light, they were imprisoned here, their souls unable to find release.
Every living being has the habit of storing food, Naaru, beings of the Holy Light, are no exception. These souls, imprisoned by the Power of the Holy Light, are like the Tough Jerky of Orcs, except they have a nicer name: Heroic Souls.
The Restless Souls screamed in agony, their bodies imprisoned by the Holy Light. Unable to control their actions, they were about to plunge into the Naaru Core of Ashbringer like moths to a flame.
The innkeeper Jessica, chuckled coldly, "What heroic spirit? What a ridiculous irony! Killed by Orcs in life, their flesh and blood devoured, they find no peace even in death, becoming accomplices of the Horde, pitiful beings of humiliation and helplessness, nothing more than harvested grain and dried wheat in the fields."
"Is this all you're relying on, Tirion Fordring? Luckily, I know a bit about the situation here and was prepared."
A massive staff appeared in Robbie's hand— Ner'zhul's Shadowmoon Staff of Ten Thousand Souls.
To avoid attracting attention, the staff was specially disguised, with some golden decorations added and the shaft dyed gold to make it look holy and noble, which was completely out of place with the Orcs style.
Ner'zhul was an Orcs Shaman whose greatest strength lay in Necromancy, the ability to communicate with the souls of his ancestors—a domain traditionally favored by Orcs. After Vanessa stole the Shadowmoon Staff of Ten Thousand Souls, Kel'Thuzad, through his research, deciphered its method of use; it was a staff capable of manipulating souls.
"Do you recognize this, Tirion Fordring? This is the Sunstrider family's ancestral staff, the Sin'dorei Golden Staff," Robbie introduced, using the pre-prepared excuse, feigning mystery.
Tirion Fordring was immediately puzzled. The Sin'dorei Golden Staff? Although he had never seen it in person, he had heard of it before. Wasn't it an Epic weapon? Apart from the powerful spell damage it dealt, it didn't seem to have any other special skills.
Robbie raised his staff high and shouted:
"Restless Souls of Lordaeron, you are free! The Holy Light no longer binds you. Raise your weapons and attack your enemies! It is time for the humiliated and insulted to rise up, stand tall, and make their enemies pay the price, to avenge their crimes in blood."
Under the influence of the Shadowmoon Staff of Ten Thousand Souls, the Power of the Holy Light no longer bound these tragic Restless Souls. Robbie cast the spell attached to the Shadowmoon Staff of Ten Thousand Souls, Ritual Spirit, Restless Souls were transformed into ghosts with some fighting power, viciously pouncing on Tirion Fordring.
"No! No! This isn't real, this isn't right, it shouldn't be like this." Tirion Fordring finally panicked. He raised Ashbringer to resist, and the powerful Power of the Holy Light dyed the sky gold. Tirion Fordring had long since replaced Uther the Lightbringer and received the blessing of the Naaru.
Endless Power of the Holy Light descended from the sky, and under its Holy Light force, the pitiful Restless Souls were powerless to resist and turned to ashes.
"Stop! Stop! You executioner, Butcher! You'll destroy hope!" Tirion Fordring shouted in protest.
"Perhaps for these tragic souls, this is true liberation," Robbie murmured. He had always followed the wishes of the Restless Souls and had not forced them.
They have suffered too much; only annihilation can bring them eternal liberation.
Wave after wave of Restless Souls evaporated under the Holy Light. The Restless Souls summoned by Tirion Fordring finally disappeared. He panted heavily, glaring at Robbie. Light's Hope Chapel stored a large number of Restless Souls, and Tirion Fordring had consumed a considerable portion of the reserves, but he was unable to restore Ashbringer's power.
Without Ashbringer, even with endless Holy Light, Tirion Fordring's power remains limited.
"I am protected by the Holy Light, you can't do anything to me, young Sunstrider!" Tirion Fordring chuckled.
"Who says I can't! Tirion Fordring, you have a weakness: you love Orcs far too much," Robbie replied, nodding to the innkeeper Jessica.
Jessica understood immediately and cried out, "Sisters, meet your idol, the great Savior Tirion Fordring, he needs your comfort!"
A large group of Orcs women emerged, numbering over thirty. They were all beautiful and dressed in bright red and green, heavily made up, and each one was strong and powerful, with thighs thicker than Tirion Fordring's waist.
"My idol Tirion Fordring, I've finally met you in person." An Orcs woman sat on Tirion Fordring's lap.
With a "crack," Tirion Fordring's femur broke.
"My dearest baby."
The passionate Orcs woman cupped Tirion Fordring's face in her hands, her fangs piercing deep into Tirion Fordring cheeks, creating huge, bloody holes. The Orcs women were far too enthusiastic; Tirion Fordring screamed in agony, but dared not retaliate.