Led by Gul'dan, the group worked together to summon a Demon Summoning Stone.
"Locate Tirion Fordring; I'm going to summon him by force," Gul'dan commanded in a low voice.
Tirion Fordring's location was not difficult to pinpoint; as the leader of the Argent Crusade, Tirion Fordring spent most of his time at headquarters.
Since Duke Bolvar inherited the Lich King's throne, the Scourge 'Undead activities have become increasingly rare.
The soldiers of the Argent Crusade endured the frigid winds of Northrend, and could only occasionally hunt Mammoths to improve their meals; they had almost nothing else to do.
Under suitable conditions, and with sufficient spellcasting skills, it is possible to force a summoning, and one might even summon a being more powerful than oneself.
During the Trial of the Crusader held in the Argent Tournament arena at Icecrown Glacier, the summoning of Lord Jaraxxus by the Gnome Warlock Rend Fizzlebang was a forced summoning.
Gul'dan wanted to try to forcefully summon Tirion Fordring, but he quickly hesitated.
Everyone has their own area of expertise. Although Gul'dan was a remarkable Orc Warlock, he lacked confidence in his summoning spells and was far inferior to the Gnome Warlock Rend.
Tirion Fordring can resist Gul'dan's summons; after all, Tirion Fordring's not like the Pride Lord Jaraxxus, who cares about nothing.
Duke Alpha noticed Gul'dan's hesitation, paused for a moment, and whispered something in Gul'dan's ear.
"Is this alright?" Gul'dan asked in surprise, "Who is Lisa from Lakeshire?"
Duke Alpha smiled slightly and waved his hand, saying, "You don't need to ask any more questions. Just do as I say, Tirion Fordring will respond to the summons."
Gul'dan looked suspicious. He concentrated on casting a spell and used Forced Summoning on Tirion Fordring, who was far away in Northrend.
Since the failed deal with Robbie and the subsequent extortion by Saurfang the Great, the Argent Crusade has suffered heavy losses.
Tirion Fordring was in a terrible mood and became increasingly depressed, spending all his time hiding in the Argent Crusade camp and refusing to come out.
Suddenly, he felt a powerful force pulling him, and the surrounding space rippled like water as a spatial Portal appeared.
Is someone using a summoning spell?
Tirion Fordring frowned, a sense of unease creeping in, and quickly grabbed Ashbringer, which he never parted with.
Tirion Fordring is such a cunning character, how could he possibly respond to a random summons?
The power of the Holy Light filled his entire body, making Tirion Fordring shine like a torch, resisting Gul'dan's summons.
That wasn't enough; Tirion Fordring planned to call for help to fight against the summoning power and ensure everything went smoothly.
Just as Tirion Fordring opened his mouth to shout, he heard a faint, elusive sound in his ear.
Do you remember Lisa from Lakeshire?
"Lisa?"
Tirion Fordring was taken aback, his most tender spot touched. A memory from his youth surfaced, an unforgettable and beautiful recollection, the pretty face that had appeared in his dreams many times, almost bringing tears to Tirion Fordring's eyes.
"It's Lisa from Lakeshire. She's calling me. I can see Lisa again. Which Warlock helped me? Never mind, even if it's a den of dragons or a lair of demons, I'll brave it. I must see Lisa."
Tirion Fordring was about to see the woman he had been longing for, and he trembled with excitement, no longer resisting the power of the summons.
"Damn it, where am I? Where's Lisa?"
As the view gradually came into focus, Tirion Fordring realized he was on a balcony and saw Gul'dan with a ferocious expression.
The Karazhan forces surrounded Tirion Fordring, while terrifying monsters of all shapes and sizes stared at him.
Who are you? What do you want?
Tirion Fordring realized this was a conspiracy, so he quickly grabbed Ashbringer and reached for his Hearthstone with his other hand.
With his arms empty, Tirion Fordring saw Moroes, the butler, fiddling with his Hearthstone.
Tirion Fordring quickly surveyed his surroundings, recognizing some of the faces. His brow furrowed, he said, "This is Karazhan. I have no grudge against Medivh. Why have you summoned me?"
Gul'dan took a step forward, his face contorted in a ferocious grimace.
"Tirion Fordring, the great hero who conquered the Frozen Throne, the strongest man of our time who slew Arthas, I, Gul'dan, have always respected heroes. You are a master in the fight against the Scourge, a true professional. Now we in Karazhan need a little help, rest assured, we will not treat you unfairly."
Following Gul'dan's direction, Tirion Fordring saw the figure slowly advancing below. The familiar face sent a shiver down Tirion Fordring's spine. The surrounding gloomy Undead Domain, with countless Scourges howling, filled Tirion Fordring with dread.
"Sylvanas is possessing this Corpse." Duke Alpha patted Tirion Fordring on the shoulder and said calmly, "We need your help, Tirion Fordring."
"I think you've misunderstood," Tirion Fordring said with a bitter expression. "I am no match for Sylvanas."
Upon hearing Tirion Fordring's excuse, both Gul'dan and Duke Alpha looked displeased.
Gul'dan threatened coldly:
"Tirion Fordring, I've heard countless times about your feats at the Frozen Throne. Sylvanas now only possesses a fraction of the Lich King's power, so don't refuse. Our Karazhan forces are formidable, comparable to the Elites you selected during the Trial of the Crusader. If we join forces, we can even kill the Lich King."
Duke Alpha also advised, "Perhaps you don't need to take action. Just tell us the weaknesses of the Scourge Undead. I believe your killing of Arthas was no accident. I hope you won't refuse; it would benefit both of us."
Tirion Fordring's face was extremely pale, and he had no words to express his suffering.
Gul'dan and his Karazhan forces were clearly threatening him, leaving Tirion Fordring in a dilemma, and he sighed helplessly.
"You forced me to do this," he thought to himself.
Tirion Fordring instantly adopted a serious and focused expression, his body brimming with Power of the Holy Light. Carrying Ashbringer, he descended the stairs step by step, his target the young man possessed by Sylvanas.
"Sylvanas, surrender! Leave this Corpse immediately! If you persist in your ways, I, Tirion Fordring, swear that our past grievances will be settled today!"
Sensing the intense Power of the Holy Light, Sylvanas was taken aback. Controlling the young man's body, she looked up at Tirion Fordring on the steps and asked in surprise:
"Tirion Fordring, how did you get to Karazhan? How did you get back? Go back, Tirion Fordring. We used to be allies, slaughtering the foolish Alliance together and profiting from the dead. I don't want to be your enemy on the Battlefield."
Sylvanas felt a deep-seated fear of Tirion Fordring. Although she had never been able to fathom Tirion Fordring true strength, he was, after all, a warrior who dared to face the Lich King Arthas.
Tirion Fordring raised his hand and pointed at Sylvanas, declaring Justice, "We will grant you a swift death, Sylvanas! This is the greatest mercy we can show you for your countless crimes."
Sylvanas's heart sank upon hearing this. It was all over; it seemed Tirion Fordring had been bribed by Gul'dan.
When the Argent Crusade breached Icecrown Citadel, they found the vault completely empty, not a single thing left.
Left with no other option, Alliance Argent Crusade looted the corpses of the Alliance soldiers, making a fortune from the dead. They then sold the bodies to Undercity, turning them into Forsaken, ensuring their souls would never find peace.
Unfortunately, the matter wasn't handled discreetly enough and was quickly exposed. Even though King Varian tried his best to cover it up and explained that it was a great honor and that everything was for the sake of Azeroth, it was all in vain.
Therefore, the Argent Crusade could only remain stationed in Northrend, daring not to return even at the cost of their lives.
If they were to return to any human nation, the Argent Crusade would be torn to shreds. If they were to return to the Plaguelands, Sylvanas could easily turn them into the Forsaken, thus fulfilling the Argent Crusade's glory.
Northrend is a frozen wasteland with almost no food production, Argent Crusade lived in extreme misery. To survive, the Argent Crusade, which once fought in the name of Justice, was forced to secretly engage in Pirate.
It's entirely possible that Karazhan Tirion Fordring with money.
Thinking of Tirion Fordring's powerful Power of the Holy Light, Sylvanas's first thought was to retreat.
But when she thought of the task given to her by the mysterious entity behind the scenes, she could only grit her teeth and endure it.
"Very well, Tirion Fordring, since you insist on being my enemy, let me end you myself. When it's all over, I will turn you into Undead and torment you day and night. Your agonizing screams will be the best proof of my wild power!"
Tirion Fordring remained unfazed, brandishing Ashbringer. The powerful Power of the Holy Light like a bright sun as he roared:
"Warriors, attack!"
Warriors, attack!
The Karazhan warriors were taken aback. Were they telling them to attack together?
Prince Malchezaar saw this as an opportunity. He reasoned that if Tirion Fordring led the charge and the powerful Holy Light suppressed Sylvanas, victory should be easily achieved. So he led the charge.
Sylvanas suppressed her fear; her thoughts coincided with Prince Malchezaar's —they absolutely could not let Tirion Fordring Pain Suppression them. She immediately condensed a powerful Death Magic and blasted it towards Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring smiled slightly, as if he had expected this all along. Sylvanas, sensing something was wrong and thinking Tirion Fordring was about to use a terrifying Holy Light, was surprised to find Tirion Fordring frozen inside a huge block of ice.
"What's going on? Does Sylvanas know how to use Frost magic?"
Prince Malchezaar halted halfway through his Charge, leaving the Karazhan generals behind him dumbfounded as they stared at Tirion Fordring, frozen in ice.
Sylvanas was also stunned; she realized that this Frost was just as indestructible as the mage's Ice Block.
After hesitating for a moment, and seeing that Tirion Fordring showed no intention of coming out, Sylvanas decided to bypass him.
"Grand Duke Alpha," Gul'dan said in a deep voice, "Perhaps we overestimated Tirion Fordring."
Robbie, holding the Book of Medivh, together with Medivh's housekeeper, opened the cage door and rescued a group of mummified Ethereal.
"Almost all of our people died in the experiments; only these few remain."
The housekeeper shook her head, a look of sorrow on her face, but quickly broke into a hopeful smile.
"We're going home now."
"Go home? How do I get home?"
Robbie was baffled; he had assumed he was taking the Ethereals with him and letting them live in the Westfall.
The female steward led the way, saying as she walked, "I know Karazhan very well, and I've long remembered the Spatial Rift leading back home. If we miss this opportunity, we may never be able to go back."
A large group of Ethereal beings followed the housekeeper, and Robbie quickly followed as well.
Soon, everyone felt the tremors in Karazhan. This was the earth-shaking tremor caused by Sylvanas possessing the young man as she moved forward, shaking the entire Karazhan.
"Speed up," Robbie urged.
Robbie easily dealt with several groups of Guards along the way.
In a gloomy room, the housekeeper, familiar with the place, opened a portal.
The Ethereal beings entered the spatial portal one after another, with the female housekeeper staying at the very back.
"The key to unlocking the Book of Medivh is: Archimonde has gone bald, and he's become stronger," the housekeeper said.
Robbie concentrated and muttered, "Archimonde is bald, and he's gotten stronger."
The Book of Medivh slowly opened, revealing a table of contents page with a line of text, crooked and illegible, unmistakably Medivh's handwriting.
"Lisa, are you doing alright in Lakeshire? Be sure to wait for me to come back."