Love and Family: The Optimistic Tirion Fordring

Tirion Fordring's secluded place was very difficult to find.

According to the game, Tirion Fordring lives in a small hut on the upper reaches of the Thondroril River, but actually finding it is like trying to climb a mountain only to find yourself exhausted.

Tirion Fordring regularly held gatherings for introducers and outstanding newcomers, sharing knowledge of the Holy Light with them.

There were about twenty referrers at Marris Stead, plus about twice that number of outstanding newcomers. Led by a senior member, they traversed Valleys, forded dozens of streams, and laboriously made their way through dark, damp jungle trails infested with mosquitoes.

Robbie saw the little hut he had expected.

And at the foot of the hill behind the hut, there is a five-story building built against the mountain, shaped like a pyramid in the Naxxramas Necropolis.

"What is that? The Naxxramas Necropolis?" Robbie stared wide-eyed at the towering stone structure in disbelief.

Naxxramas Necropolis, the flying fortress of Kel'Thuzad, the Lich King Arthas' most trusted Adjutant, a war fortress floating in the air, the final dungeon from the 60s.

"Hehe!"

The Blood Elf who shared the same name as Sylvanas chuckled softly, covering her mouth.

"Look how scared you are. That's just a luxurious Castle, Tirion Fordring's residence, much smaller than the Naxxramas Necropolis. And it can't fly; it only possesses a chameleon-like camouflage illusion that allows it to blend into its surroundings."

The female Tauren added, "Tirion Fordring is a man of status; he needs to keep a low profile when necessary. If an ordinary adventurer were to come looking for him, they would only see this little hut."

I knew Tirion Fordring was no ordinary man.

Despite being prepared, Robbie was still taken aback by the Castle.

The gathering was held inside a cave nearby, where a stage had been set up early and was filled with people.

The adventurers from Marris Stead were only a small part of the group; there were also groups from places like the Plaguewood, Northpass Outpost, Zul'Mashar, ranging from dozens to nearly a hundred people.

Marris Stead Horde has more adventurers, while Plaguewood is full of the Alliance adventurers. The Northpass Outpost and Zul'Mashar have fewer people, so they each take their seats in their respective areas.

There was clear conflict between these groups; they glared at each other, gesturing and looking at each other in a provocative manner. The Blood Elf gestured towards the direction of the Plaguewood group with his lip, and said with a look of disdain:

"See that human Paladin? The idiot in that knock-off Lawbringer set. His name is Dick, and he claims to be a descendant of Uther the Lightbringer, though I don't know if that's true. He's built a 300-man Alliance party in Plaguewood and is almost maxing out his reputation to get the advancement quest."

The female Orcs gave Dick the middle finger as he walked away, and said in a gruff voice:

"These Alliance are no good. They're colluding with the Scourge in Stratholme. The Scourge doesn't like Carrion Worms; they cause them to lose a lot of flesh."

Scourge!

Robbie wasn't surprised; adventurers are all about who pays the most.

Do you want to do Justice deeds? Do you want to contribute to Azeroth?

Sorry, Argent Dawn will exploit you to death, leaving you with nothing but your underwear, and in the end, you'll lose your life, and even your corpse won't find peace.

"The Alliance controls the Plaguewood and won't let the Horde near it. Besides, they have an advantage over us. It's so unfair!" the female Orcs said indignantly.

What advantages?

"Reputation!" the female Tauren explained with a dark face. "Tirion Fordring is clearly biased towards the Alliance. A piece of White Maggot Meat gets you a little reputation. The Alliance starts with respect, humans are favored and start with reverence, while our Horde has to start with hostility, and the Orcs are even worse off, they have to start with hatred."

"You can only receive the next quest after reaching the point of worship," the Blood Elf explained.

World of Warcraft reputation, from highest to lowest, ranges from Exalted, Revered, Respected, Friendly, Neutral, Indifferent, Hostile, and Hated.

Advancing through each reputation level is extremely difficult. For example, to go from Hateful to Hostile, you need to offer Tirion Fordring 36,000 White Maggot Meat, and from Hostile to Neutral, it's 21,000.

This is a trend that is causing the carrion worms in the Plaguelands to become extinct.

It seems like an astronomical figure on the surface, but we can leverage the strengths of the team.

The Paladin claimed to be a descendant of Uther the Lightbringer, and the White Maggot Meat offered as tribute by his three hundred followers, could all be attributed to him. So, it's not too difficult to go from reverence to worship.

With such a large reputation gap between the factions, I should have chosen the Alliance.

"Don't worry," the Blood Elf quickly comforted Robbie, thinking he was feeling down.

"Tirion Fordring occasionally selects individuals with exceptional strength, allowing them to advance directly to the next quest without needing reputation. Orcs, I think you have a good chance."

Robbie wasn't thinking about that. Before coming, he had already made an appointment with Vanessa. As soon as Tirion Fordring showed up, Vanessa would sneak into Tirion Fordring's residence to search for the Mysterious Inheritance.

Unexpectedly, Tirion Fordring's residence was not a small hut, but a luxurious five-story Castle, with countless secret rooms and passages. It seemed he would have to find a way to buy time.

"It's him."

"Yes, it was him."

"It really is him."

The Alliance and the Horde gasped in unison, their eyes turning to see a bearded Dwarf enter, carrying a long scroll on his back and two daggers at his waist.

This person seemed very low-key; he found a seat and didn't greet anyone.

"Who is this?" Robbie asked.

"This is an amazing person; we all call him the Persistence Emperor."

The Blood Elf spoke with admiration, but more so with a teasing tone:

"This Dwarf, named Anxu Yili, arrived in the Eastern Plaguelands three years ago. He never recruited any new members and single-handedly rose from Revered to Exalted, successfully obtaining the advancement quest."

It takes twelve thousand pieces of White Maggot Meat go from respect to veneration, and twenty-one thousand pieces to worship. One person accomplished this feat in three years.

That Dwarf is impressive.

"Has anyone successfully inherited Tirion Fordring's legacy?" Robbie asked.

The Blood Elf chuckled and said, "Of course! Adventurers who have received the secret inheritance will periodically appear to demonstrate their immense power and unparalleled Power of the Holy Light."

Suddenly a loud voice rang out, drowning out the noisy commotion.

"Let us warmly welcome Tirion Fordring, the heir to the Holy Light, the last remaining great Paladin, and the dearest friend of the late Uther the Lightbringer."

As a drumbeat sounded, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from the crowd. Adventurers from both the Alliance and the Horde rose to their feet, applauding thunderously and shouting in unison:

"Tirion Fordring, Tirion Fordring, Tirion Fordring..."

"Wow! "Robbie exclaimed, startled. "This is practically a concert by Giant Star!"

The female Orcs, Tauren, Blood Elves, and even Undead around him were all so excited they looked like they were drunk, their faces flushed, shouting Tirion Fordring's name with abandon.

Golden light shone forth as Tirion Fordring strode lightly onto the stage.

He wore a shimmering gold suit, his long, gray hair was neatly combed, and his figure was as agile as a young man's, his body enveloped in a dense Power of the Holy Light.

The Holy Light was like a blazing Flame, or like the radiant sunlight, wave after wave, seemingly endless.

Robbie was astonished; the Power of the Holy Light was incredible.

So far, the strongest person Robbie has ever met is the embodiment of the Holy Light, the Prophet Velen Velen. Velen is kind and humble, so Robbie did not feel any pressure from him.

Tirion Fordring gave Robbie a similar feeling to the Prophet Velen, as if he were also an embodiment of the Holy Light, only with a stronger sense of Holy Light and greater offensive power.

With such terrifying strength, let alone the mere Veteran Eitrigg, even heroes among the Orcs like Grom Hellscream and Saurfang the Great would probably be no match for him.

No wonder he could go toe-to-toe with the Lich King Arthas.

Tirion Fordring waved his hand gently, Power of the Holy Light spread throughout the entire area, creating a warm and pleasant atmosphere.

"Are you happy?" Tirion Fordring shouted.

"Happiness," everyone answered in unison.

"Are you happy?" Tirion Fordring asked again.

"Happy."

Are you optimistic?

"Optimism."

Tirion Fordring smiled like sunshine, his gray hair reflecting the light.

"The Holy Light teaches us that we should always maintain a joyful, happy, and optimistic attitude towards life in order to receive its Holy Light. Come, let us spread this joy, happiness, and optimism to everyone in the Eastern Plaguelands. The Holy Light is with us."

Tirion Fordring opened his tuxedo, and countless business cards fluttered out like snowflakes, scattering in all directions. Adventurers scrambled to grab them, with each person receiving an average of a dozen or so.

The business card has Tirion Fordring's autograph; simply add your own name to it, and it can serve as proof of your ability to recruit others.

"Gentlemen, let us spread the Holy Light upon the world, upon Azeroth." Tirion Fordring tossed out the last handful of business cards, indicating that he was about to leave.

Wow, this is way too perfunctory! Robbie can't stay calm.

What happened to imparting knowledge of the Holy Light? Was it just a bunch of feel-good platitudes and that was it?

How could he stall for time? Robbie was stumped.

Just as Tirion Fordring was about to leave, a group of adventurers rushed up to him.

Most of these adventurers came to Tirion Fordring with questions, and Robbie, seeing an opportunity, joined in.

However, Tirion Fordring refused to answer the question and used the Power of the Holy Light to push everyone away.

"Tirion Fordring, there are some things I don't understand about the Holy Light." A scantily clad Blood Elf female knight winked at Tirion Fordring, her voice sickeningly sweet.

As expected of Tirion Fordring, he remained calm and composed, staring straight ahead as if he hadn't heard a thing.

Robbie was extremely anxious, so he secretly tripped up a strong Orcs woman, blocking Tirion Fordring's path.

Tirion Fordring quickly bent down and carefully helped the female Orcs to her feet, asking gently, "Beautiful lady, I hope you are not injured."

"Holy crap, how could this be?" Robbie gasped, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Seeing an opportunity, a group of female Orcs rushed over and surrounded Tirion Fordring.

Tirion Fordring smiled happily and contentedly, patiently answering their various questions with joy, happiness, and optimism.

The group of slender Blood Elves were so angry that they stomped their feet.

Yes, the female Orcs could buy them time for quite some time, but that was far from enough.

Robbie began to think about his next move.