Love and Family: The Secret of White Maggot Meat

This bizarre adventure duo of humans and Orcs naturally ended up living in Tirion Fordring's cabin. Tirion Fordring, left with no other choice, had to move in as well.

The thatched hut wasn't very comfortable; it was drafty and prone to mosquito bites.

Robbie wondered if Tirion Fordring would get a good night's sleep.

In short, Robbie will sleep very well tonight.

Robbie set up a tent in a sheltered spot, and Vanessa showed off her haul.

"Tirion Fordring was cautious; his Castle was devoid of any living creatures, except for a few dust-cleaning Constructs and a large swarm of Gargoyles on guard. Placing the entrance to the secret chamber in the dome was a decent idea, but to a professional Stealth, it was far from sufficient."

Vanessa, her face beaming with excitement, recounted her experiences.

She easily found Tirion Fordring's warehouse and secret room. Tirion Fordring had set many traps, but they were useless against Vanessa.

They didn't touch anything, not even leave any footprints, they just took a few hundred photos.

The Swift Camera is Draenei invention; it's given as a reward for completing a certain fortress mission.

Some of the photos show Tirion Fordring's warehouse, with rows of wooden shelves, several meters high, neatly stacked with layer upon layer of White Maggot Meat. The White Maggot Meat, cut into pieces the size of soap bars, have undergone preservation treatment; judging by the quantity, there are at least tens of thousands of pieces.

In the center of these White Maggot Meat was a bright, circular light source.

Endless Power of the Holy Light emanated from the source, enveloping the entire warehouse.

What does this mean? Is it like Holy Light is baking White Maggot Meat?

"No need to rush, Tirion Fordring's diary has the answer." Vanessa handed Robbie some photos with excerpts from Tirion Fordring's diary.

"... I found a small purple flower, which people call Arthas' Tears. To use the precious tears of the ruthless Lich King Arthas to describe the rarity of this herb is such a childish and laughable analogy..."

"... What attracts me is the Shadow Energy contained within the Arthas' Tears. It is said that Warlocks and Shadow Priests can slightly enhance their abilities by taking potions made from the Arthas' Tears, which has given me some inspiration..."

"... Why are there no herbs containing the Power of the Holy Light? I mocked myself. How could the Power of the Holy Light, so noble and great, be relegated to the level of mere herbs..."

"... Sleepless nights, tossing and turning, the terrifying blow from Barthilas always haunted my Nightmares. The towering green figure collapsed with a deafening roar, emitting painful wails and pitiful pleas for mercy. If the Holy Light hadn't descended upon Uther in time, the Savior that the Guardian spoke of every day would have become a complete joke..."

"... The pathetic Lightbringer, after his head was smashed by that green figure, I wonder if he regretted it. How laughable, his soul still cannot rest in peace. There is no place for him in the world of the dead; he can only wander the mortal realm, groaning in agony. What a hopeless fool..."

"... Barthilas, Paladin who recently underwent a sanctification ceremony, how could he possess such terrifying Power of the Holy Light, nearly defeating even Uther the Lightbringer? I must find the reason. I have a premonition that this is a path to greatness..."

"... I learned from my subordinates that Barthilas is a poor child. His parents died at the hands of Orcs, and to survive, he tried everything to fill his stomach. My God, what did he eat? Toad eggs, Murloc scales, rotting moss, White Maggot Meat..."

"One of my subordinates told me that Barthilas had a strange habit: he would pray to the Holy Light before eating, and sometimes the Holy Light would actually descend, neutralizing the bitterness and stench of the food, making it less unpalatable..."

"... How pitiful. How could I, as the lord, not have noticed that there is such a pitiful child in my territory? Wait, after the Holy Light merges with the food, perhaps a small amount remains and is absorbed by the body. Could this be the secret to Barthilas's strength?"

"... Haha, I succeeded! Of all the test subjects, the White Maggot Meat was the most effective, retaining the most Holy Light. Although it still tastes fishy and unpalatable after being neutralized by the Holy Light, as long as you can endure the smell, your body will be nourished by the Holy Light..."

"... I clearly feel younger, my body has returned to its peak condition of my twenties. Of course, there's a price to pay; I'm not as capable in some areas. Oh, not entirely. When facing voluptuous Orcs women, that excitement and uncontrollable..."

"... Holy Light flows within me, its power restoring my confidence. I, Tirion Fordring, the embodiment of the Holy Light, will ultimately stand at the pinnacle of this world."

White Maggot Meat has this amazing effect.

Can you really eat Holy Light to increase your strength?

Robbie scratched his head, feeling incredulous, and met Vanessa's beautiful eyes.

"Robbie, why don't you give it a try?" Vanessa smiled like a little fox, taking out a piece of White Maggot Meat.

Robbie tried to cast Holy Light into the White Maggot Meat.

The snow- White Maggot Meat seemed to be covered with a layer of transparent radiance, with most of the Holy Light scattering into the air, and a considerable portion being absorbed by the flesh.

Imagine that after this piece of meat is eaten, digested and absorbed, and eventually excreted as feces, the Holy Light will remain inside the body and become a part of it.

If one consumes this for several years, over time, although one will still appear to be made of flesh and blood, one's affinity with the Holy Light will greatly increase, and one may truly become an incarnation of the Holy Light.

But isn't the price too high?

From now on, he can only be with Orcs women... Just thinking about it sends chills down his spine. No wonder, Tirion Fordring clearly has a young and beautiful blonde wife, yet he insists on living separately.

Vanessa examined the White Maggot Meat blessed by the Holy Light, and teased with a serious yet earnest tone:

"Robbie, every kind of power comes at a price. Interracial love isn't so hard to accept. Actually, there are quite a few beautiful Orcs."

"Wait, let me calm down." Robbie's brain was racing.

To eat or not to eat, that is the question.

The cost was high, but the power was immense.

Orcs women are savage yet voluptuous, passionate, lively, and energetic. As long as they wash themselves clean, apply some perfume to mask their body odor, and brush their teeth carefully...

Complete darkness isn't necessarily unacceptable.

But...

"Commander, Tirion Fordring is all alone; he would never share such a secret with anyone else," Robbie analyzed seriously.

Vanessa tilted her head, indicating that she didn't understand.

"Commander, think about it. How many times can Tirion Fordring experiment all by himself? I suspect there must be some kind of ingredient that can absorb Holy Light like the white White Maggot Meat, but without the cost. We, the Brotherhood so many people; with strength in numbers, we can definitely find a substitute."

Vanessa was slightly moved and nodded, saying:

"You're quite clever. The formula itself is meaningless; the idea is the real Wealth. Now there's another question: what is the source of this holy Holy Light?"

Robbie picked up the photograph and carefully examined the Holy Light source in the center of the warehouse, which was used to roast the White Maggot Meat.

Could it be the artifact Ashbringer that can unleash such powerful Power of the Holy Light?

Ashbringer, an extraordinary weapon imbued with Holy Light. Because the Power of the Holy Light is so immense that it can turn the Undead to ashes, it is named "Ashbringer."

Judging by the timeline, Ashbringer at this point in time had already fallen along with its first master, Highlord Alexandros Mograine.

Ashbringer may be an artifact, but it is ultimately just a weapon.

How could a weapon degenerate? What's the principle behind it? Robbie couldn't figure it out. Was there something else going on? He could only find the answer in Tirion Fordring's diary.

"... Mograine, my old friend, I'm truly sorry. To fight the Lich King Arthas, I need the powerful Holy Light to roast White Maggot Meat..."

"... Only the entire Azeroth Continent could have Rizebu Crystal that met the requirements. I admit it was wrong of me to secretly replace the Rizebu Crystal with a Plague Crystal, but I warned you not to be obsessed with fighting the Scourge before you were fully prepared..."

"... Your unexpected demise was a tragedy. As for Ashbringer losing its power, I wonder if the clumsy lie of the artifact's corruption will be acceptable. Rest assured, Mograine, go in peace. One day, I will avenge you..."

After reading Tirion Fordring's diary, Robbie was somewhat bewildered. Could this be the truth?

In his early years, Mograine killed a Warlock from the Blackrock Clan and obtained a Shadow Crystal called Rizebu Crystal, which is said to have originally been the core of the Naaru.

Later, some of the most famous Paladins of the time joined forces to infuse the Rizebu Crystal with Holy Light energy, thus obtaining an eternal source of Holy Light.

The Dwarf hero Magni Bronzebeard his superb skills, forging a weapon with Rizebu Crystals at its core—this is the origin of Ashbringer.

During a battle against Scourge Undead, an exhausted and wounded Mograine was ambushed from behind. Ashbringer's blade suddenly pierced him from behind, and the culprit was his eldest son Renault Mograine.

This is an unbelievable human tragedy, much like several unsolved cases of fathers and sons killing each other in World of Warcraft. Upon closer examination, there are many suspicious points.

What kind of temptation and dark magic could make Renault pick up a weapon and attack his own father?

What's even stranger is that Renault, who committed such a horrific tragedy, should have been utterly disgraced, despised by everyone, and like a stray dog, his only way out would have been to end his own life.

The Scarlet Crusade, in particular, known for its fanaticism and extremism, a tightly knit organization of martyrs, would never tolerate such an absolutely unforgivable betrayal.

Unexpectedly Renault was able to gather a group of people and become the commander of Scarlet Monastery, forming a "dog couple" duo with High Inquisitor Whitemane.

Some things shouldn't be thought about too closely, otherwise they'll be full of doubts.

Tirion Fordring's diary revealed the truth behind Ashbringer's corruption.

But that's not all.

Vanessa picked up a photograph and handed it to Robbie, laughing, "This is the most valuable discovery: Tirion Fordring, he's actually a broker for the Argent Dawn."