Regarding the past relationship between Tirion Fordring and the Orcs sisters Keleina and Gorgonna, later generations always speak of it with ambiguous glances, and Tirion Fordring always hesitates and is unwilling to explain.
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However, only a few people, including Tirion Fordring, knew the truth.
Tirion Fordring was tightly bound to the dining table. The two sisters, holding sharp daggers, carefully cut off pieces of flesh from his body, weighed them meticulously, and then ate them heartily.
Keleina and Gorgonna are Orcs sisters with ideals. Tirion Fordring's healing from his injuries, blessed by the Holy Light, inspired them.
If the Holy Light could heal all wounds, then Paladins could continuously provide flesh and blood for the Orcs.
An Orcs army only needs to carry a certain number of Paladins, who can cut off their own flesh each day and pray for healing from the Holy Light. This would completely solve the Orcs' food problem, which is of epoch-making significance for the Orcs, Thrall would also be able to break free from his unfavorable situation.
Unfortunately, things didn't go as planned. Even a top-tier Paladin like Tirion Fordring couldn't provide enough meat for fifty pounds a day, not even enough for the two sisters.
Research has found that ordinary Argent Crusade soldiers do not always receive the blessing of the Holy Light; losing just a few pounds of flesh can cause them to bleed to death.
Holy Light is finite and cannot provide more help.
The experiment failed, but the two sisters refused to give up. Gorgonna was a skilled interrogator who could ensure that Tirion Fordring did not suffer a mental breakdown while inflicting maximum pain on him.
The Orcs sisters reveled in this torment. Tirion Fordring watched helplessly as his flesh was cut away each day, only to be healed by the Holy Light and restored to full health. These days dragged on endlessly.
Thrall's direct Legions rested in Dragonblight for half a month, Tirion Fordring also suffered torture for half a month. He was filled with remorse and blamed the Holy Light for saving him, saying that Dranosh should have just killed him.
Only after the Orcs sisters lost interest in Tirion Fordring did they lead the Orgrimmar and Thrallmar armies away, their target being Grizzly Hills.
Grizzly Hills, one of the most habitable areas in Northrend, is rich in timber and natural resources, and home to a large number of wild animals, all of which are exactly what the Thrall army needs.
Rather than recklessly fighting the Scourge, looting Grizzly Hills is more in line with the Orcs' ideals.
Tirion Fordring struggled to get up from the dining table. Two weeks of inhuman torture had left him mentally exhausted, his legs weak, and he could no longer walk.
Staggering to the Argent Crusade camp, Argent Crusade reduced to less than a thousand men, the rest being mostly old, weak, and disabled. Tirion Fordring sighed and looked at Eitrigg with a bitter smile.
"I Consecration everything to save Azeroth, but what did I get in return?"
Eitrigg disagreed and rebuked:
"Tirion Fordring, you should realize that being eaten by noble Orcs is your honor. I truly don't understand how a Justice -proclaimed Paladin like you lacks such a high level of understanding."
At this moment, the Troll scouts remained at the camp, Tirion Fordring dared not act rashly.
Desperate, Tirion Fordring could only write to the Peace Dove, one of which was delivered to Theramore and given to Jaina. He pleaded with the Peace Dove to call upon more adventurers to enter Northrend and join the great Argent Crusade in the name of saving Azeroth.
On a dark and windy night, dozens of Troop Transport Ships secretly landed at the Mo'aki Harbor in the Dragon Lake Wilderness. Tirion Fordring and Eitrigg went to greet them. Tirion Fordring looked in surprise at the groups of Orcs Warriors disembarking from the ships; this was a truly elite force.
Eitrigg proudly declared:
"Some say the Kor'kron Legion is the Orcs' most powerful Legion, others say the Frostwolf Cavalry are the elite. Heh heh, they're all wrong. What stands before us is the Orcs' true main force, Invincible and powerful Legion, and the last vestige of Savior 'Thrall faith."
As the Orcs soldiers landed, and drew closer, Tirion Fordring felt a sudden unease.
The Orcs before them were taller and stronger than ordinary Orcs. Their skin was covered with thick scales, their faces were terrifyingly ferocious, and their fangs were like two sharp daggers.
"This is the power of a dragon!" Tirion Fordring exclaimed in astonishment.
Eitrigg chuckled, "That's right, these are the truly Invincible Orcs, the Dragonblood Orcs. It's a pity there were originally many more. Fortunately, Thrall hid a few. Even the most ordinary Dragonblood Orcs soldiers could easily defeat ten Saurfang the Great."
The Legion had about 20,000 soldiers, mixed with a lot of Darkspear Trolls, but only about 3,000 Dragonblood Orcs. In order to reverse the unfavorable situation, Thrall even sent out his best troops.
Tirion Fordring seemed to see Hope of Victory, and the torment he had endured suddenly became insignificant. He clenched his fist and declared, "With such mighty Dragonblood Orcs, the Scourge is doomed!"
"Ha ha, how utterly foolish, Tirion Fordring, you're a hopeless idiot."
A mocking voice rang out, Tirion Fordring looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a Troll remove his hat; it was Vol'jin, Thrall's most trusted lieutenant, with Rokhan following closely behind.
Eitrigg, Vol'jin, was the leader of this force, with Rokhan as his deputy.
Rokhan chuckled and said, "The Dragonblood Orcs have been traveling cautiously and stealthily to avoid being discovered. Our target is the Frost Trolls of Zul'Drak."
Vol'jin nodded, grinning, and said, "The Drakkari Frost Trolls have a long history, comparable even to the Zandalari Trolls. We must take the Drakkari capital, Gundrak City, in one fell swoop, and obtain the millennia-old Wealth accumulated by the Frost Trolls, as well as the flesh and blood of millions of Frost Trolls."
Eitrigg said smugly, "Plunder and destruction, making Northrend a no-man's-land, is what the Horde should be doing. As for fighting the Scourge, let the Alliance worry about that."
The Drakkari Frost Trolls, protected by the Loa, are even more terrifying than the weakened Blue Dragonflight. Garrosh would rather attack the Nexus than invade Zul'Drak.
Thrall's ambitions were greater than anyone else's; he dispatched the Dragonblood Orcs, who had been hidden for many years, in an attempt to conquer Zul'Drak in one fell swoop.
Once Thrall acquires the Wealth of this millennia-old empire, he can turn the tide of battle.
Tirion Fordring sighed deeply, realizing that he was far inferior to Thrall in terms of cunning and treachery.
Vol'jin patted Tirion Fordring on the shoulder and chuckled darkly:
"Tirion Fordring, this is the Horde's most closely guarded secret. Even Saurfang and Garrosh don't know about the Dragonblood Orcs. Do you know why I let you see this?"
Tirion Fordring's legs went weak with fear, Vol'jin sneered:
"Look at you, so cowardly and afraid of trouble, how can you possibly fight against the Scourge?"
Tirion Fordring was stunned. He had witnessed several Horde armies passing by, each seeking their own way to make money. He never imagined that the heavy responsibility of fighting the Scourge would fall on his shoulders.
Vol'jin chuckled, then said seriously:
"Tirion Fordring, you must set an example for the Alliance, lead the fight against the Scourge Army, attract more Alliance to participate, and all the glory of defeating the Lich King will be yours. Look how generous the Horde is."