Alexandros smiled and said humbly, "In the Order of the Silver Hand, Uther the Lightbringer has always been our leader. I've heard that his Restless Souls still wanders the Plaguelands. What merit do I have to assume the position of leader? Perhaps we should return to Uther."
Tirion Fordring said earnestly, "My old friend, Uther has lost his physical body. I have no one but you who can command us in the fight against the Lich King."
The Blightcaller said sarcastically, "Whoever becomes the leader must guarantee the interests of the Forsaken in the Plaguelands. I need to emphasize that the Argent Dawn is only greedy and can be retained later, but the Scarlet Crusade must be destroyed. How dare they Forsaken?"
Alexandros and Tirion Fordring said in unison, "Of course."
Afterwards, the two sides discussed the details, and Darion would lead three hundred students to attack Light's Hope Chapel in the name of the Scourge Army vanguard.
Then the Forsaken army joined the war under the name of the Scourge. After eliminating the stubborn forces of the Argent Dawn, Tirion Fordring stepped in to help the Argent Dawn, Darion pretended to be defeated.
Then Taelan Fordring impersonated the Lich King and easily defeated Tirion Fordring.
Finally Alexandros, accompanied by Ashbringer, recounted his arduous infiltration of the Scourge Army before everyone and persuaded Darion to betray them. Together, the father and son defeated the Lich King and rightfully became the leaders of the Argent Dawn.
The entire plan was flawless, and all three parties got what they wanted.
On this day, the sky over the Plaguelands was overcast. As agreed, Darion led three hundred Death Knight cadets, riding their warhorses in a grand procession toward Light's Hope Chapel.
Darion had already sent out scouts and discovered that the generals of the Argent Dawn were all at the Light's Hope Chapel, making it the perfect opportunity to wipe them all out.
The chapel was surrounded by high walls and equipped with many cannons, making it a fortified military stronghold that was easy to defend and difficult to attack.
For many years, although the Argent Dawn took it upon themselves to conquer the Scourge Army, the Scourge Army ignored the Argent Dawn's stronghold and turned a blind eye to it.
The Light's Hope Chapel has never been attacked, and its defenses are extremely lax. It has gradually Metamorphosis from a military fortress into a trading market, attracting a large number of adventurers.
From a great distance, Darion could hear the continuous hawking cries. The cadet army was almost upon the city gate, yet the Argent Dawn's garrison still showed no reaction.
Darion was secretly surprised, thinking to himself, "The defenses of Light's Hope Chapel are much weaker than they were a year ago. The Argent Dawn is becoming increasingly corrupt."
He was genuinely worried that the three hundred cadets would storm in, and then the Argent Dawn generals would surrender, preventing a grand spectacle from unfolding.
Darion quickly pulled on the reins, stopping the cadets who were about to rush into the city gate. He led three hundred cadets in circles around the city wall, shouting:
"The Scourge Army is attacking! The Argent Dawn, surrender now!"
The adventurers who had set up stalls were the first to react. They panicked, and a few of the bolder ones hurriedly closed the city gates and anxiously climbed the city walls to look around.
After a long while, the alarm sounded at Light's Hope Chapel. Several guards of the Argent Dawn climbed the city wall, and upon seeing that it was indeed the Death Knights of the Scourge, they were terrified and hurriedly fled back to report the news. The doors of Light's Hope Chapel remained tightly shut.
Darion was having a bit of a headache. The Argent Dawn wouldn't cooperate; even the slightest resistance was enough to keep this whole drama going. What was he going to do?
Not far away, the Forsaken army, which had been prepared in advance, surrounded Light's Hope Chapel as agreed. In order to deal with the Argent Dawn, Sylvanas sent three thousand soldiers.
The three thousand Forsaken consisted mainly of elite infantry, with no cavalry among them. This was the result of a compromise between the three parties. Darion was well aware of the Forsaken's strength and wanted to ensure that his three hundred cadet soldiers would not be easily wiped out by the enemy.
The Blightcaller looked at the bewildered Darion and asked in surprise:
What's going on?
Darion scratched his head. "That's strange. The Argent Dawn didn't resist. I'm worried that if we breach the walls, they'll surrender immediately. We'll have to hold back."
The Forsaken Scourge, surrounded Light's Hope Chapel. Even the Blightcaller were somewhat bewildered. "This isn't right. The Argent Dawn has stood firm in the Eastern Plaguelands for so many years; there must be a reason. They shouldn't be acting like this."
Darion looked dejected. "Okay, I admit I don't know enough about the Argent Dawn, but I know this is definitely not their true strength. I wonder Forsaken have any information?"
The Blightcaller shook his head. "I've always lived in the Plaguelands and know little about Undercity. Although the Argent Dawn hasn't resisted, we can still keep up the act."
Darion commanded three hundred cadets, Blightcaller gathered three thousand Forsaken. Together, they sounded the charge, and the Charge cries shook the heavens.
The adventurers inside the courtyard were terrified, and many were ready to surrender.
However, the deafening war drums sounded for a long time, but the Scourge did not come in. Some daring adventurers cautiously peeked out and saw that the Scourge was just shouting at the top of its lungs, but did not take any action.
"What's going on?" The adventurers were dumbfounded, feeling as if their intelligence had been insulted.
Darion stood on a high ground and shouted with great momentum, "The Scourge, Arthas's Death Knights, Servants of darkness, heed the Highlord's call, rise again!"
Countless Undead creatures crawled out of the ground; these were the lowest-level zombies, Ghouls, and the like, serving as cannon fodder on the Battlefield.
Darion pointed his Rune at Light's Hope Chapel and shouted:
"Guardians of the Scourge, heed my command! The Crimson Apocalypse begins! Tear this land apart, leaving only death in your wake! The sky, spurred on by the Corrupted Blood, turns crimson! Brothers, the great Lich King is watching us! Advance! Turn your path to ashes, leaving only misery and suffering! Let this world tremble before the Scourge!"
The adventurers on the city walls silently watched Darion's performance, wondering if this Scourge was some kind of idiot.
Almost in response to Darion's performance, a loud voice emanated from the tightly closed doors and windows of the Light's Hope Chapel:
"Warriors of the Holy Light, do not be afraid, for the Holy Light will ultimately triumph over Evil, Scourge will surely perish."
The shouts were loud enough, but no soldiers of the Argent Dawn rushed out.
"Have the generals of the Argent Dawn gone mad too?" Many adventurers were dumbfounded.
Some astute adventurers began to realize that this seemed to be a tacitly agreed-upon, unspoken annual spectacle.
The groundwork has been laid, and it's almost time for the main character to make his appearance.
A golden light shot into the sky, enveloped in endless Holy Light. Tirion Fordring arrived, stepping on the Holy Light like a Deity descending from the heavens.
"The Evil Scourge, you cannot win; the Holy Light will prevail."
A flash of golden light, Tirion Fordring raised his fist, knocking Darion to the ground with a single punch, earning cheers from the adventurers.