What's going on? Why is a female Tauren offering me milk?
How could such Evil development happen?
Near Marris Stead, amidst the withered grass, Robbie almost froze on the spot.
The female Tauren, with seductive glances, walked step by step toward Robbie:
"Orcs, don't be so shy, I promise, it'll feel great..."
This is a blatant hint...
The female Tauren swayed gracefully, with a full waist, thick fur, and a constantly wagging tail; her large, watery eyes sparkled.
"Um!" Robbie quickly refused, "I, Leonardo Brutalaxe, swear in the name of my family that I am a very traditional Orcs and have no interest in hairy creatures."
The female Tauren was quite sensible; she immediately stopped and looked at Robbie with a mournful expression.
"Ha ha!"
A loud, gruff laugh rang out, "You shameless black-hoofed wretch! Don't you even know your own appearance? Trying to seduce our Orcs Warriors? You're truly overestimating yourself!"
A strong female Orcs leaped out, carrying a battle axe.
"Come, newcomer! We Orcs should look out for each other. There's a small cave over there. Orcs life is short, so let's enjoy it while we can and share our adventures."
"Oh no!"
Robbie stroked his sharp fangs. He was now in Orcs form. Should he refuse the invitation from his own kind?
Why is this happening? Do I look handsome like this?
"Actually, I prefer someone slimmer," Robbie said tactfully.
The female Orcs gritted her teeth and glared angrily at Robbie.
Hey! Hey! Robbie's not happy about this. I didn't do anything to you, so what's with that dumped, resentful look on your face?
Beside the bushes, a slender female Undead struck a pose, about to make her move...
Is this ever going to end? What's going on here?
Although Robbie gave himself a catchy and cool name for his Orcs identity, Leonardo Brutalaxe, and his appearance was modeled after Saurfang the Great, it doesn't make him that popular. When did Horde become so open-minded?
"Sorry, I have no love for rotting corpses."
Robbie had no choice but to decline the Undead woman's offer.
"I knew it. You are extraordinary, a champion from Orgrimmar."
A fragrant breeze wafted in, revealing a sensual Blood Elf, clad in exquisite leather armor, carrying a longbow, slender and alluring. Among the Blood Elves, renowned for their beauty, she possessed a rare, top-tier appearance. Her large eyes were fixed on Robbie's Arcanite Reaper.
"What a strong body, what a sharp axe, what piercing eyes, seemingly capable of slaying a Dragon at any moment. Mighty warrior, you need a tender encounter from Quel'Thalas, one you'll never forget."
At this time, the Blood Elves had not yet joined the Horde, but they were very close to the Horde adventurers.
"It's you damn bean sprouts again."
Seeing that Robbie did not refuse, both the female Tauren and the female Orcs looked disappointed and said in unison, "Why would our Horde's warriors be fascinated by your flat-chested figures?"
The beautiful Blood Elf woman proudly puffed out her chest. Although she was well-endowed in all the right places, her figure certainly couldn't compare to that of Tauren or Orcs.
The Blood Elf woman said smugly, "These days, our kind of face and figure are all the rage. What, you disagree? How about we have a contest?"
It seems this Blood Elf woman is no mere ornament; she possesses genuine skill. The female Tauren and female Orcs wisely retreated.
A beautiful and powerful Blood Elf woman.
Unfortunately, Vanessa was nowhere to be seen.
Robbie swallowed hard and said, "Sorry, actually I'm here to complete a mission."
"We're just completing a mission too," the Blood Elf woman smiled. "Tirion Fordring, the most powerful man in the Plaguelands, we all want to obtain his Mysterious Inheritance."
"A mysterious inheritance?"
It's a bit different from the missions in the game.
Love and Family, one of the four major quests in the World of Warcraft level 60 expansion.
Players will encounter the reclusive Tirion Fordring in the Spider Path of the Eastern Plaguelands. He will give players three quests: kill bats, kill Plague Hounds, kill maggots, and collect white meat.
Afterwards, Tirion Fordring will recount his past with the Orcs Eitrigg and his experience of being exiled. His son, Taelan Fordring, believing his father to have died in battle, becomes a member of the Scarlet Crusade.
Players need to retrieve several items, including the banner of the Silver Hand and Taelan's childhood toy warhammer. The most difficult part is to break into the Scarlet Enclave in Stratholme and obtain a portrait of a family of three.
With these three items, you can find a witch named Myranda, obtain the disguise of the Scarlet Crusade, infiltrate Hearthglen, and rekindle Taelan Fordring's resolve.
At this point, Taelan Fordring was already the Highlord of the Scarlet Crusade, holding a very high position. The player then followed Taelan Fordring into the Scarlet Crusade's stronghold, where they were intercepted by High Inquisitor Isillien, one of the three Mogul of the Scarlet Crusade.
High Inquisitor Isillien was furious at the deaths of so many Scarlet Crusade, and thus killed the Betrayer Taelan Fordring.
Tirion Fordring arrived late, only to find his son's corpse, and personally avenged his son.
Looking back now, there's something illogical about this.
Taelan Fordring, the Scarlet Crusade Highlord, is not a prisoner. He can see his father anytime he wants, so why would he turn against his own comrade?
Whether one is misled and suddenly awakens, or one's beliefs suddenly change, people always have emotions.
They turn on you in an instant, and at the slightest disagreement, they turn their backs on their former comrades-in-arms without any mercy. How heartless and ungrateful they are!
Tirion Fordring and his son are remarkably alike in this respect.
Sure enough, there was a problem with this task.
Game missions should not be taken as real history.
"Getting to see Tirion Fordring won't be easy. First, you'll need an introducer."
The Blood Elf woman handed over a card and instructed, "Take this and go complete the quest. Oh, and don't forget I'm your referrer; please remember my name."
The card bears Tirion Fordring's autograph and the female Blood Elf's name.
Sylvanas Windrunner
Don't get me wrong, you, the Dark Lady of the Forsaken?
The Blood Elf woman covered her mouth and chuckled:
"A name is just a label. Look, I'm a living, breathing person with body temperature, not a cold, lifeless corpse. Our clan lacks imagination when it comes to naming things, and we often have the same name as others."
The back of the card lists three tasks:
Kill 30 Plague Bats, and report back to your referrer after completing the quest.
Note: The vile Plague Bats feed on the eggs of carrion worms; they are unforgivable and must be completely eradicated.
Kill 20 Plague puppies, 5 Plague Hound, and 5 enraged Plague Hound. Report back to your referrer after completing the mission.
Note: Plague Hound feed on carrion maggots, which seriously threaten the survival of these maggots and must be eliminated as soon as possible.
Search for Carrion Worms and Carrion Devourers in the Eastern Plaguelands, kill them and collect their flesh. Once you have collected 15 pieces of food, report back to your referrer.
Special note: The flesh of the carrion worm is neither delicious nor a medicine. If you try it, you will regret it for the rest of your life.
It can be seen that of these three tasks, the first two are secondary and can be completed casually; the most important task is to collect the White Maggot Meat.
"Will I be able to see Tirion Fordring if I complete the mission?" Robbie asked.
The Blood Elf woman's eyes sparkled, and she gently shook her head, saying:
"That's not necessarily true. You have to be exceptionally good, collecting as much White Maggot Meat as possible. There are limited spots available. Once you meet Tirion Fordring, you'll be just like us."
Damn it, this mission feels a bit like a pyramid scheme.
No wonder these Horde women were so enthusiastic, even resorting to seduction; they were all vying for lower ranks.
Robbie, carrying a brand-new Arcanite Reaper, was clearly a powerful adventurer.
After bidding farewell to the Blood Elves, Robbie, carrying the Arcanite Reaper, pondered whether or not to complete the quest.
Robbie's purpose was to investigate Tirion Fordring's morality, not to help with the mission.
Marris Stead and its surrounding area resembled the Plaguelands described in the book, with rotting vegetation, Plague- infected animals, green sewage, and even a dark sky.
After all, there is a powerful Corruption here: Nathanos the Blightcaller and his two Undead hounds, a nightmare for countless Alliance adventurers.
Along the way, they encountered many adventurers, both Alliance and Horde, all diligently searching for prey. Robbie didn't compete with them; he hesitated, wondering whether to go directly to see Tirion Fordring.
Vanessa suddenly appeared and tossed Robbie dozens of bags.
Robbie opened it and found it full of White Maggot Meat.
"While you were all lovey-dovey with a bunch of Horde women, I was collecting White Maggot Meat for you." Vanessa deliberately made an angry face, playful yet adorable.
What do you mean by "lovey-dovey"? I sacrificed my looks for the mission, do you know how hard it was for me?
Robbie was heartbroken.
As evening fell, Robbie headed to the introducer's residence, Marris Stead, to hand in the quest.
Adventurers, weary from a long day, gather together to report their haul to their mentors.
"Sylvanas Windrunner, this is my haul." Robbie pulled out dozens of bags at once, attracting most of the attention.
"Wait, this bag is mine."
An Undead thief picked up Robbie's bag. "Look everyone, this has Silverleaf embroidered by my fiancée on it. Orcs, you're a treacherous thief."
Even Undead's been dead for who knows how long has it been has a fiancée?
Vanessa certainly wouldn't kill the carrion worms; these spoils were all stolen.
Robbie narrowed his eyes, stepped forward, grabbed the Undead thief, easily tore off his limbs, crushed him into powder in front of everyone, and then threw the limbless Undead into the sewage.
It was effortless, seemingly without any effort at all.
The adventurer gasped in surprise.
A powerful and dangerous aura emanated from the air, like a cold, biting wind.
Nathanos Blightcaller, the owner of Marris Stead, appeared on a nearby hillside with his two Undead hounds, his eyes gleaming with a dangerous red light, facing Robbie from afar.
Robbie looked back and met his gaze without a care in the world.
The two stared at each other for a long time before the Blightcaller took the initiative to retreat.
"I want to see Tirion Fordring." Robbie brandished his Arcanite Reaper in one hand.
"I hope none of you will have any objections."