The Battle of Light's Hope Chapel (Part Two)

Tirion Fordring and Darion's performance was truly spectacular.

After knocking Darion down with a single punch, Tirion Fordring pressed his advantage, grabbing Darion by the collar, lifting him high into the air, and slamming him hard to the ground.

Boom!

Holy Light enveloped Darion as he fell like a meteor, followed by a deafening roar that shook the earth and created a crater three meters deep.

A large plume of smoke rose up, Darion lay at the bottom of the pit, his fate unknown.

The many adventurers in Light's Hope Chapel were astonished; Tirion Fordring's strength was truly terrifying. They discussed the matter animatedly, expressing their deep admiration for Tirion Fordring.

Darion, lying at the bottom of the pit, was secretly astonished. When had such a large pit been dug here, and how had it been disguised and explosives secretly planted? Could it have Forsaken?

Darion glanced over and saw the Blightcaller carefully putting away the remote control.

Not far away, a group of green-skinned Goblin cameramen were busy recording Tirion Fordring's feat with their Goblin cameras. After this battle, Tirion Fordring's fame would surely spread throughout Azeroth.

However, Tirion Fordring's performance was not over yet. He straightened his chest and tucked in his stomach, took a deep breath, and gathered powerful Holy Light in his right fist, like a small sun. He then threw a punch at the three hundred Death Knight cadets from afar, and a bright tide of Holy Light swept across the Death Knight Order.

Tirion Fordring was more than a hundred meters away from the Death Knight Order, and the three hundred Death Knight cadets were still standing in the same spot, as if nothing had happened.

Just as the adventurers were puzzled, Darion secretly transmitted the order using Undead magic: "Everyone lie down."

Upon receiving the order, three hundred Death Knight cadets, along with their horses, fell in droves.

The adventurers were shocked. Tirion Fordring's strength was terrifying; he had killed three hundred Death Knights with a single move. Who could rival such power?

Then, Tirion Fordring repeated the same tactic, throwing a punch from afar, targeting the three thousand Forsaken led by the Blightcaller. More than half of the Forsaken fell like leaves swept away by the autumn wind.

Some sharp-eyed adventurers noticed that the fallen Death Knight trainees and Forsaken were unharmed; after all, the Undead are different from the living, and there would be no scene of blood flowing everywhere.

Of course, this doesn't prove anything; it only shows that Tirion Fordring's strength has reached a point of returning to simplicity, allowing him to eliminate enemies without destroying their physical bodies.

The Goblins nearby were extremely excited, realizing that big news was coming, and their flashbulbs went off one after another, illuminating Tirion Fordring's resolute face.

"Tirion Fordring's performance was too exaggerated; the Blightcaller actually cooperated with his outrageous behavior."

Darion was extremely dissatisfied, knowing it was his turn to perform, and a plan came to mind.

Unharmed, Darion deliberately made himself look disheveled, feigning weakness as he stood up, his face filled with despair.

"Give up, Death Knights, we can't win. Light's Hope Chapel is a special place, filled with Holy Light. We have no hope of victory."

This was Darion's deliberate revenge against Tirion Fordring, telling everyone that it wasn't Tirion Fordring's strength that was extraordinary, but rather that the location was special, minimizing Tirion Fordring's power to the greatest extent possible.

Many adventurers nodded in agreement, thinking that this made sense; while Tirion Fordring was rumored to be strong, he shouldn't be this powerful.

Tirion Fordring was an important general of the Silver Hand. He was in his prime when he fought the Orcs, at the peak of his strength. Unfortunately, Tirion Fordring acted like a coward.

If they had even a tenth of their current strength back then, the Orcs would have been driven back to their homeland long ago.

Tirion Fordring hated Darion so much. He'd prepared for this performance for so long, and asked with displeasure:

"My child, your father was once my worst underling, but he was still a warrior. Sadly, you learned nothing from him. Now you've become the enemy your father fought his entire life, like that coward Arthas. You've allowed yourself to be consumed by darkness and hatred, finding satisfaction in torturing and killing the miserable!"

"Damn Tirion Fordring!"

Tirion Fordring had openly belittled his own father, Darion was filled with rage, but didn't know how to refute him. The cunning Tirion Fordring continued:

"Your master knows what lies beneath this chapel, which is why he keeps his face hidden. He sent you here to die, Darion. This power now belongs to me and will stay with me forever."

Darion was starting to admire Tirion Fordring. The guy was incredibly shameless and could tell lies with perfect logic. Many adventurers had an "I see" look on their faces, and out of respect for the strong, they admired Tirion Fordring even more.

The Goblin nearby couldn't hide their excitement and copied down Tirion Fordring's words verbatim.

Before Darion could retort, Tirion Fordring continued:

"What you are feeling now is the agony of thousands of lost souls, those souls brought by you and your Death Knights. They have unleashed a powerful Holy Light deep beneath the Light's Hope Chapel, Holy Light whose power reverberates within me and will tear you apart, Darion!"

"This old man's never-ending." Darion was furious, knowing it was time for Taelan, playing the Lich King, to make his appearance. He said to Tirion Fordring reluctantly:

Save your breath, old man. This is the last time you're trying to turn me against you.

Tirion Fordring smiled sinisterly, pointing behind the Blightcaller:

"Child, look at that!"

Hundreds of elite royal guards gathered around the Blightcaller, remaining standing even after Tirion Fordring intervened. Suddenly, a bright Holy Light appeared in the center of the elite royal guards.

It was a cage made of Holy Light, and chains formed by the Holy Light tightly bound a figure.

Upon seeing the figure's face, Darion was shocked. "Father! Ah, this is betrayal!"

Alexandros weakly opened his eyes. Strands of Holy Light, like venomous snakes, pierced his Undead body, leaving it riddled with holes—a tremendous torment for Undead creature.

Darion was furious and wanted to rush over to rescue his father, but was stopped by Tirion Fordring.

Tirion Fordring chuckled sinisterly and said in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"With just a snap of my fingers, your father will be finished, reduced to ashes. Yes, this is a conspiracy. As clever as you are, you should know how to cooperate with me to bring the Ashbringer to me."

Then, Tirion Fordring stepped aside and announced loudly:

"That is the image of your father; his spirit still silently watches over you. Go, child, abandon your dark path and accept your father's gift."

Darion had no choice but to approach his father. The dim Ashbringer appeared in his hand, Alexandros whispered weakly:

"Darion, the true master of the Argent Dawn ambushed me. We've been tricked. It's all Tirion Fordring's scheme to lure us out and use our defeat to boost Tirion Fordring's reputation."

Darion, crestfallen, asked, "Father, what should we do?"

Alexandros sighed helplessly:

"I cursed Ashbringer so that Tirion Fordring couldn't obtain it, so he cruelly tortured me. Now I give Ashbringer to you in exchange for your peace."

Alexandros finally succumbed and turned to ashes under the Holy Light.