It's not easy to resist the passion of Orcs woman; without the strength of Orcs, it's easy to lose your life.
The Orcs women pounced on Tirion Fordring with fervor, tearing at his pitiful body, biting and devouring his flesh without mercy. Tirion Fordring let out a terrible howl, his face contorted in agony, suffering ecstasy and agony.
Light's Hope Chapel is Tirion Fordring's home turf; he can't possibly die here. The Power of the Holy Light continuously descends, promptly healing Tirion Fordring 'Tirion Fordring injuries, making his suffering endless, making death impossible even if he wanted to.
Tirion Fordring's patience was already quite strong, but these female Orcs were insatiable and had very good appetites. Tirion Fordring was old and could not withstand such torment.
"I can't stand it, I hate Orcs, get out of my way!"
Tirion Fordring abruptly stood up, shoving away the female Orcs surrounding him; the muscles in his face twitched.
"I don't want to live anymore. I never thought that Tirion Fordring, who defeated the Lich King, was such a scumbag." The Orcs women were heartbroken and disappointed, and burst into tears.
"Why, why, Tirion Fordring, you're such a scumbag too! You've disappointed me so much!" A female Orcs weighing over 500 pounds cried out.
"Even Tirion Fordring is disappointing. Is there really no good man left in the world?" A heavyweight Orcs woman suddenly sat down on the ground, causing Light's Hope Chapel to tremble.
Tirion Fordring was so enraged that his eyes were seeing stars. He roared, "Nicolas Sunstrider, is this your conspiracy?"
"Don't you really like Orcs?" Robbie shrugged and smiled innocently. "I thought you enjoyed it all. Look, in the Orcs' eyes, they're all stunning beauties."
"All Orcs are noble and upright," Tirion Fordring said habitually. But seeing the 500-pound female Orcs about to pounce again, with her sharp fangs, gaping maw, and bits of flesh still clinging to her teeth, Tirion Fordring turned pale with fright.
"Get out, you filthy beasts, all of you, get out!"
Tirion Fordring was furious. He finally snapped, realizing that if he continued to say he liked Orcs, he would never leave Light's Hope Chapel.
He will become a free lunch for the female Orcs here, and every female Orcs who passes by can have a full meal.
"You have successfully enraged me, young Sunstrider. You have made my anger uncontrollable."
Tirion Fordring seemed to have transcended anger, instead becoming calm and slowly revealing a serious expression.
"You remind me of the glorious days of conquering the Frozen Throne, you remind me of the Lich King Arthas. In my entire life, you are only the second person to have made me so angry. You are very unfortunate."
"O supreme Holy Light, bless me, grant me strength, and help me overcome the Evil before me!"
How strong Tirion Fordring is now is unknown, and even Robbie isn't sure.
After all, he was the Legendary one who defeated Arthas. In the battle for the Frozen Throne, only Tirion Fordring survived, and no one knew what happened.
It would be unwise to fight a desperate battle against an opponent of unknown strength; Robbie and Vanessa had already planned it out.
Tirion Fordring, who had been all pious, suddenly looked pained. He clutched his neck tightly, where a thin green line ran. At that critical moment, Vanessa finally struck, slitting his throat.
Tirion Fordring could no longer utter a sound, and his prayers ceased. Although the Power of the Holy Light was healing his wounds, Vanessa's dagger was poisoned with a special kind of poison that, like a bone-deep infection, was difficult for the Power of the Holy Light to remove.
Tirion Fordring had been feeding on White Maggot Meat for years, so his natural resistance was extremely low. The poison spread rapidly, and his face soon turned green, much like the green-skinned Orcs of yesteryear. Tirion Fordring felt as if he had lost all his strength.
"I can"
Tirion Fordring managed to utter two words, probably something like "I will take my revenge," but he couldn't make a sound. He hurriedly took out a Rune Stone, activated Divine Shield, and started the magic on the Rune Stone.
The Paladin's Invincible Hearthstone Technique.
Neither Robbie nor Vanessa intervened. Killing Tirion Fordring at Light's Hope Chapel was impossible; Tirion Fordring had already suffered greatly this time, and one should know when to stop.
Hearthstone teleports Tirion Fordring back to Silvermoon City, to the Silvermoon City located in the Royal Trade District and Murder Row.
Vanessa's poison wasn't lethal; it was a special toxin that grew with the Holy Light. When he stopped using the Holy Light to heal, the poison slowly subsided, and soon Tirion Fordring noticed the green on his face was fading.
After a long and arduous day, Tirion Fordring finally healed his injuries. Filled with hatred, he vowed to take revenge.
The guest room door was kicked open rudely, and Saurfang the Great, carrying Battle Axe, strode in, followed by a menacing Med'an and an expressionless Eitrigg.
Med'an's gift of Shadowmourne made Saurfang the Great lose face as well.
In the Azeroth Continent, the current social climate is far from normal. Those who are deceived easily become the laughingstock and a symbol of incompetence, while the swindlers are praised by everyone.
Several organizations have claimed responsibility for this incident, such as the Qiraji empire in Silithus and Ulduar in Storm Peaks, Northrend. They all have Old Gods protecting them and are not afraid of Guardian Medivh.
Saurfang the Great was furious and eager to get revenge, so he had already planted spies everywhere.
"I've heard about Light's Hope Chapel. Those armors belong to Karazhan, the Wealth of Guardian Medivh. You wouldn't be thinking of keeping them for yourself, would you, Tirion Fordring?" Saurfang the Great asked with a menacing grin.
Tirion Fordring felt a chill run down his spine. Because he had been neglecting to detoxify and treat his injuries for so long, the Orcs had actually come knocking on his door.
Tirion Fordring frantically reached for the package at his waist, nearly scared out of his wits. The seven Epic sets he had just traded for were all gone. Needless to say, it must have been the work of the Stealth who had slit his throat.
"I'm sorry." Faced with Saurfang the Great's pressure, Tirion Fordring dared not say anything and could only honestly admit his mistake. Saurfang the Great moved closer to Tirion Fordring's face and stared at him for a long while.
"Fifteen Epic sets of armor, the Argent Crusade must hand them over, or you will be the Destroyers of Azeroth. I think many adventurers would love to see the infamous Tirion Fordring attempt to destroy Azeroth, and the great Orcs save the world once again. They would be happy to kill you and steal your Ashbringer."
Robbie and Vanessa returned to the Lunarfall. Life had to go on after the horrors of Medivh had faded. Many fortresses were under reconstruction, and the Brotherhood's fortress was mostly completed, with walls and fortifications finished.
The Naaru Shard were more plentiful than expected, and Robbie even suspected that the Argent Crusade had wiped out a Naaru, which greatly increased Vanessa's confidence in controlling the Dark Star.
The current plan is to recruit the Draenei of Shadowmoon Valley to become the main force against the Iron Horde, thus preventing Velen, who is already on the wrong side, from cooperating with the Peace Dove.
The Prophet Velen was busy with something, and he was almost nowhere to be seen.
Embaari Village is under Yrel's rule, because of her sister. This little vixen is a hot-blooded and impulsive Pro-war Faction, Draenei rangers, under her leadership, have sworn to fight the Shadowmoon Clan to the death.
Robbie's plan was to use Yrel to guide her Draenei rangers and, together with the adventurers, attack the Shadowmoon Clan's stronghold, Bastion of Pain.
On this day, someone reported to Robbie that his friend Luobo'an had come to visit.