Robbie and Vanessa lay in ambush outside Hearthglen.
The Scarlet Crusade are highly professional, with extensive patrol areas, truly befitting the legacy of the Order of the Silver Hand.
Without a skilled Stealth like Vanessa, Robbie wouldn't dare approach Hearthglen.
Taelan Fordring wasn't stupid; he didn't just fight his way out like he would in the game.
After dealing with the guards and personal soldiers inside, Taelan Fordring calmly cleaned the blood off his body. Seeing that no one had noticed, he left with the Dwarves.
Although the Scarlet Crusade in Hearthglen suspected their lord, they dared not act rashly without orders, and at most reported to High Inquisitor Isillien.
Having calmed down, Taelan Fordring mounted his warhorse unhurriedly and walked out of Hearthglen with an air of composure.
Looking at the excited Dwarf, Taelan suddenly understood something and asked, "Did my father ask you to get the meat sauce?"
"Yes, yes!" The Dwarf followed Taelan Fordring excitedly behind him. "What kind of meat sauce can I try?"
Taelan Fordring smiled strangely:
"Meat paste, like Tough Jerky, is a military resource for the Orcs. We humans, including you Dwarves, can survive on dry rations, but the Orcs can't. Their physical exertion is too great; they become weak if they don't eat meat for even one meal. By the way, do you know the Archmage Antonidas?"
The Dwarf struggled to keep up with this highly leaping train of thought.
What happened to the Archmage Antonidas? Is it related to the meat sauce?
Taelan Fordring gave a chilling smile:
"He was fortunate enough to be created by Thrall himself... Dwarf. This world is darker than you imagine. How did an adventurer like you survive until now?"
The Dwarf shook his head, whistled, and laughed smugly.
Taelan Fordring said he couldn't understand this smug look.
Vanessa lay prone in the grass, her bright eyes alertly scanning her surroundings.
"So, this Dwarf is the fiftieth person of the Dark Portal, Experiment 335? What did the Bronze Dragonflight send him for?"
Robbie slightly adjusted his posture, making sure he could get up and fight at any moment.
"It should be right, although it's just an intuition and may not be accurate. The important thing is that we can't control it; Experiment 335 can possess another body and be reborn at any time."
"If I could master the power of the Dark Star..."
Vanessa flashed her two little fangs, gave a smug hum, then suddenly lowered her head warily and whispered, "They're here."
Taelan Fordring and the Dwarves left Hearthglen, followed at a distance by some unwilling Scarlet Crusade.
According to the game's mission progression, High Inquisitor Isillien should intercept Taelan Fordring near the Crusader's Outpost.
Not long after, just as in the game, Isillien, carrying a staff, appeared at the Crusader's Outpost, accompanied only by two followers.
No, Isillien, are you crazy?
Robbie suddenly realized something was wrong.
When hunting down an extremely dangerous fugitive, Isillien wouldn't be foolish enough to bring only two followers.
This is clearly a case of letting the water flow out.
Did Isillien's original intention really be to let Taelan Fordring leave?
Isillien, originally a liaison for the Order of the Silver Hand, was a rare hawk who once advocated for harsh measures against the Orcs.
He later became an important leader of the Scarlet Crusade, responsible for mentoring young Paladins in their pursuit of truth; Taelan Fordring was one of his students.
The two had a mentor-student relationship, and it can be said that Taelan Fordring's successful development was inseparable from Isillien's guidance.
"Just like they say, like father, like son."
Isillien shook his head in pain and regret, his expression one of utter disappointment.
"You are as weak as Tirion. You are both filled with fear. It's not your fault. Faced with immense power, even King Terenas made the same choice. The Guardian's cowardice has taught us a painful lesson. Perhaps you are even weaker than him. I only hope that the assassin I sent can successfully end his pitiful life."
"The Grand Crusader ordered me to destroy you and your new friend Taelan, but you know I act purely out of personal interest, not out of duty or obligation. Just as we Dreadlord leading the Scarlet Crusade against the Scourge."
"Go, Taelan. You're still young. Maybe one day you'll understand."
Isillien stepped aside, looking regretfully at his most prized disciple.
Robbie sighed inwardly. There are feelings between people. Isillien had not fallen into fanaticism. As the leader of the Scarlet Crusade, he had enough rationality and wisdom to lead the team.
"My dear mentor."
Taelan looked puzzled and confused.
"We have all witnessed the tragedy of this land, watched towns turn into ruins, people wander and suffer, and cried out in pain. But what have we done? We blame it all on the Undead Scourge. Is that fair?"
"I don't know how much compromise is left, how much retreat is left. Anyone who resists is branded with all sorts of crimes, like Archmage Kel'Thuzad or Uncle Rivendare. They both resisted, but what did it matter? Besides cowardly submission and seeking survival, I don't know what else to choose."
"Taelan, you are lost, and so was the Silver Hand. Cowardice led us to follow the throne and stand against the people of Lordaeron."
Isillien said sadly, "Perhaps our fanaticism can easily lead us astray, but this is probably the only way out, child. Leave here; you need to calm down."
Taelan bowed to his beloved mentor and prepared to ride away.
The Dwarf Darkbeard was furious. He grabbed Taelan's horse by the head and loudly questioned:
"No, this is completely wrong. You can't leave, and you too, Chief Prosecutor, you should kill him."
Taelan was furious. "Dwarf, you tricked me into fleeing Hearthglen just to watch me get killed?"
"Isn't that so?" the Dwarf shrugged. "It's your Destiny."
"You damned Dwarf, I should have handed you over to the Orcs to be turned into mincemeat," Taelan said through gritted teeth.
"Meat sauce, so that's what meat sauce means."
The Dwarf finally realized what was happening, trembling with fear, and roared in fury:
"You, you've all lied to me! I've worked so hard for three years, tirelessly and unscrupulously obtaining the White Maggot Meat, only to end up like this! I'll fight you to the death!"
The poor Dwarf's resistance was futile; after a brief battle, his body lay on the ground, blood flowing everywhere.
"Isillien, stop! Let go of my son!"
Not far away, Tirion Fordring rode up on horseback.
He saw the Dwarf's corpse lying on the ground, and he saw Taelan and Isillien arguing.
Tirion Fordring, overwhelmed with love for his son, reddened his eyes, clearly having misunderstood something, and hurriedly threw down the hammer in his hand.
With a deafening explosion, the light hammer, carrying boundless Power of the Holy Light, caused the world to lose its color, leaving only a blinding mushroom cloud of Holy Light.
Robbie was startled. This Paladin, who fed on White Maggot Meat all day, could change the weather and dim the sun and moon with a single move; it was truly terrifying.
"This power is truly enviable," Vanessa murmured, her gaze burning with even greater determination to possess the Dark Star.
Holy Light Flying Hammer.
Tirion Fordring drew inspiration from Bronzebeard Magni's Stormhammer, the Mountain King, to develop this super skill.
The only thing it lacked was accuracy.
The light faded.
Chief Prosecutor Isillien was nearly scared out of his wits. He trembled as he checked himself over and, finding himself unharmed, breathed a long sigh of relief.
Taelan Fordring staggered and fell off his horse, spitting blood; he was clearly not going to live.
Tirion Fordring rushed over, picked up his beloved son's body, and wept bitterly.
"Look what you've done to my child!"
Grand Attorney Isillien, still shaken, quickly said, "Tirion Fordring, this has nothing to do with us, it's your hammer... I was going to let Taelan go."
Tirion Fordring seemed not to hear, and fell into his own tragic illusion:
"I have wasted too much time, wallowing in despair, spending my days in tears, grieving for things that either happened or should have happened but didn't."
"Tirion Fordring, I'm not trying to be mean, but your behavior back in Hearthglen was indeed a bit underhanded," Isillien chimed in, understanding the source of Tirion Fordring's confusion.
Tirion Fordring's eyes lost focus, becoming a blinding light. High Inquisitor Isillien was horrified; this was a backlash of Holy Light caused by extreme fanaticism.
Tirion Fordring slowly stood up, and Holy Light surged from his body.
"The Evil Scarlet Crusade, I am your sworn enemy! I promise, I swear, I will destroy the Scarlet Crusade, eradicate Scourge Undead, and establish a new Order in the Plaguelands."
Isillien felt wronged; what was going on? He quickly shouted, "Tirion Fordring, wake up! This has nothing to do with the Scarlet Crusade!"
Driven to fanaticism, Tirion Fordring paid no heed, raising his warhammer and unleashing it with boundless Power of the Holy Light as it hurtled towards Isillien.
Isillien was unable to resist, coughing up blood and staggering backward.
Tirion Fordring Invincible, killing anyone who stood in his way, throwing the Scarlet Crusade into chaos.
"It's time," Vanessa whispered.
"That's right, the time has come."
Robbie stood up and, taking advantage of the chaos, climbed to the top of the watchtower.
There was no time to change his Orcs disguise, so Robbie used the Epic Orb of Deception.
The Orcs figure beneath the Orb of Deception appears less ferocious and more handsome and slender compared to the Orcs disguise.
"Hey Tirion Fordring, look over there, your Wealth journey is over."
The towering fire illuminated half the sky.
That's across the Thondroril River, in the direction of Tirion Fordring Castle.
Tirion Fordring recovered from his confused frenzy, and his eyes finally regained their sparkle.
"Damn it, you despicable Orcs, you've ruined my hard-earned White Maggot Meat!"
The winds of Northrend are always so cold and merciless.
Tirion Fordring awoke from his sleep, his body cold, and lamented that he was getting old and his health was declining day by day.
Since the Lich King's fall, Tirion Fordring's reputation has reached its peak.
Unfortunately, Azeroth is prone to forgetting. Adventurers come and go, busy with their own lives, and few people remember this great hero in a cold corner of the world.
The guards brought Tirion Fordring water to wash his face. Tirion Fordring a cup of hot tea, held it in his hands to warm it, and looking at the guards' young faces, he couldn't help but grumble, his voice booming:
"Race does not define honor. I've seen some Orcs who acted like the noblest knights... Damn, I remember now, an Evil Orcs burned down my Castle, and I haven't settled the score with him yet."