Darion set conditions for the Light's Hope Chapel.
Times have changed; no one believes Thrall Savior anymore.
The Horde desperately needs another Savior to step forward and launch an attack on the Lich King, Tirion Fordring is the best candidate.
Tirion Fordring was pale, his eyes filled with fear. His life was in someone else's hands, and this was not the outcome he wanted.
Eitrigg hesitated for a moment, then, seeing Darion's Steadfast face, nodded helplessly.
"Darion, I believe you will serve the Horde. This condition is not unreasonable. I agree."
"No, no, this can't be!"
Tirion Fordring cried out in despair, "Eitrigg, I've worked so hard for the Orcs, Consecration everything, and I don't deserve this treatment!"
Eitrigg turned around and punched Fording hard in Tirion Fordring chest.
Tirion Fordring grunted and took a few steps back. Eitrigg roared:
"Give him a good beating, just don't hit his face. We Orcs are noble Shang Chun, and what are you? Just a filthy, vulgar scoundrel. It's your honor to serve the Horde."
The elite Orcs guards rushed over and beat Tirion Fordring mercilessly until he couldn't get up. Eitrigg revealed a cruel smile:
"Darion, Tirion Fordring has lost the strength to resist. It's your turn."
Darion approached Tirion Fordring with a sarcastic smile:
"Tirion Fordring, so you're just a dog of the Orcs. This curse of mine was personally passed down to my father by the Lich King Arthas. You need to experience it carefully, bear with it, it will hurt a lot."
From the Light's Hope Chapel, Tirion Fordring's piercing screams echoed, but unfortunately, they were blocked by the protective barrier of the chapel, and the adventurers outside could not hear them.
After Tirion Fordring and "Arthas the Lich King" left Light's Hope Chapel, the renowned Ashbringer was already in Tirion Fordring's hands, radiating a dazzling light.
"The cursed Ashbringer has finally been purified."
The onlookers gasped in surprise, and various speculations arose about what had happened inside the Light's Hope Chapel.
This was a spectacular show that made Tirion Fordring's name known throughout Azeroth.
Everyone originally thought that the Lich King Arthas was invincible, but now Tirion Fordring has shattered that Legendary.
The only downside was that the duel between Tirion Fordring and Arthas was truly disappointing.
Tirion Fordring, Ashbringer, was enveloped in a powerful barrier of Holy Light, shouting, "Die, Arthas!" before leaping and slashing at Arthas.
Arthas, as if seeing a new recruit of the Holy Light for the first time, asked in surprise, "What is this?"
In a single exchange, Arthas was defeated, exclaiming, "This, this is impossible!" He then uttered a string of useless words before using a teleportation spell to escape.
Those adventurers who wanted to witness Arthas's true strength were greatly disappointed! Some astute adventurers saw through the trick, but wisely kept silent.
The battle for Light's Hope Chapel has come to an end, Tirion Fordring has seized the opportunity to consolidate the power of the Argent Dawn, recruiting under the pretext of eliminating the Scourge Army. Just like the Argent Dawn's previous tactics, he turns a blind eye to Stratholme, which is right next door.
Darion returned to Acherus: The Ebon Hold, disheartened, and focused on training Death Knights for the Alliance and Horde, serving whoever paid the most, no longer striving for ideals.
Nathanos the Blightcaller entered Undercity and reported everything to Sylvanas. The Dark Lady on her throne tilted her head, seemingly lost in thought.
The Blightcaller hurriedly interjected, "Your Majesty, the Orcs refuse to relinquish the Argent Dawn and disregard the interests of the Forsaken. This is a betrayal of us. The territory of Lordaeron must be reclaimed."
Sylvanas coldly replied, "Thrall is a greedy beast; how could he possibly give up the meat that's already in his mouth? The Plaguelands have been exploited by both the Argent Dawn and the Scarlet Crusade, and there's hardly anything left to gain. I've decided to abandon those two lands; my target is the south."
"The Kingdom of Gilneas!" the Blightcaller One exclaimed.
Sylvanas declared ambitiously, "This nation hidden behind high walls possesses vast Wealth waiting to be plundered, and countless corpses awaiting conversion into the Forsaken. When the time is right, Gilneas will become our territory."
The Blightcaller hastily pledged its loyalty. "Dark Lady, the Blightcaller is willing to conquer Gilneas for you."
Sylvanas waved her hand:
"The time is not yet right. I have received a precious message, and if true, it will bring me a significant advantage. Blightcaller, are you willing to go in my place?"
Sylvanas was clearly skeptical of the news, fearing it was a trap, but she was unwilling to let go of this golden opportunity.
The Blightcaller quickly understood. He knew he had no choice. If he succeeded, he would gain the Queen's favor and become her right-hand man.
"Your Majesty, I am more than willing to accept this honor."
Sylvanas narrowed her eyes slightly and nodded. "Very good, I will have Antonidas cooperate with you. You must bring that soul back."
An enchanted parchment landed in the Blightcaller's hands. Sylvanas responded with a charming smile, carefully reading the information on the parchment. The Blightcaller was taken aback.
Duskwood, Vulgol Ogre Mound.
A Portal slowly opened, Blightcaller was the first to Portal, followed by Antonidas, the Archmage Undead in black robes. Gazing at the dark sky, he reminisced:
"Duskwood, familiar land! It reminds me of my beloved, whom I can never forget. Alas, if it weren't for my pursuit of the Magecraft, we would have been together long ago!"
"Antonidas, abandon your love! You are already a Forsaken," the Blightcaller whispered sarcastically, cautiously observing the surrounding movements.
Antonidas chose a very clever teleportation location, a secluded spot surrounded by bushes of varying heights.
Strangely, the Blightcaller looked down in one direction and froze.
Antonidas thought he had been ambushed and hurriedly gripped his staff, only to see the Blightcaller walk blankly toward the nearby bushes and look down at a small flower.
This is an ordinary Firebloom, long past its prime, blooming in solitude.
"Firebloom in the Duskwood? That's rare!" Antonidas breathed a sigh of relief, realizing there were no enemies around.
The Blightcaller revealed an ugly smile, bittersweet:
"When I was young, I wanted to become an Archmage, just like you. I heard that Medivh was the most powerful mage in the world, so I rushed to Karazhan. But at the inn in Darkshire, I fell ill and was delayed for many days."
Antonidas frowned slightly. He knew that the Blightcaller's background was extremely complicated. He was the only human ranger on record who had served Sylvanas.
"In Darkshire, I met a girl with Firebloom in her hair, and I was instantly captivated by her. Her name is Lisa."