In the dead of night, an army from Orgrimmar secretly marched into Dragonblight.
Tirion Fordring shook his head repeatedly at Vol'jin's suggestion:
"No, no, I can't do that."
Tirion Fordring was vehemently opposed to fighting the Scourge. He could put on a show, but if he were to actually face the Scourge, Tirion Fordring knew his own limitations and knew he was no match for them.
Vol'jin stared grimly at Tirion Fordring: "Tirion Fordring, this is no longer your choice. Our Horde Consecration everything to save Azeroth, and what has the Alliance been doing?"
Tirion Fordring muttered to himself, "The Orcs Legions have bypassed the Scourge and gone to plunder and kill in various places. What kind of Consecration have they made?" But he dared not say anything.
Although news of internal problems within the Scourge has surfaced, after several months of observation, the Scourge still possesses overwhelming combat power, and Tirion Fordring dares not attempt anything rash.
Eitrigg stepped forward and patted Tirion Fordring on the shoulder:
"Haha, Tirion Fordring, I know your difficulties. You don't need to actually fight the Lich King; just making a show of it will suffice. Isn't that what you do best? Jaina's Peace Doves will soon send reinforcements again, and your Argent Crusade will once again flourish, providing the Horde with a steady Horde of provisions."
"The Argent Crusade alone isn't enough," Vol'jin grinned. "The Horde 'Alliance regular Legions are also coming. They're fighting the Scourge at the front, so we'll take advantage of the situation to launch a surprise attack from the rear, turning the Alliance soldiers into Tough Jerky. That's what you're supposed to do, Tirion Fordring."
Tirion Fordring shook his head. "The Alliance won't fall for it."
Vol'jin grinned as he looked at Tirion Fordring:
"Humans hold the power in the Alliance, but unfortunately, humanity has one major weakness: stupidity. Just like you, Tirion Fordring, the Orcs have tortured you and eaten your flesh time and time again, yet you still believe the Orcs are the Saviors because you firmly believe it is the inevitable trend."
Tirion Fordring's eyes widened. Had he been wrong all along? Had his forbearance and his smugness been utterly foolish? Tirion Fordring began to doubt his own worldview.
Eitrigg chuckled and said, "As long as we portray the Scourge Army as an inevitable trend, the Alliance will surely fall for it. The Night's Night Watch of Stormwind City isn't thick-skinned enough. Even the House Wrynn back then, and King Terenas of Lordaeron, were nothing but a bunch of fools."
Vol'jin adopted a serious expression. "The so-called wise men ride the wave of opportunity, but we excel at creating it, tricking the self-proclaimed wise Alliance into a trap and devouring them alive. Tirion Fordring, if you cooperate, the foolish Alliance will surely fall for it."
Tirion Fordring listened with embarrassment. Indeed, he was a wise man who took advantage of the rise of the Horde, but ended up with this tragic end.
The Secret Legion rested briefly at Tirion Fordring's camp. As usual, Tirion Fordring was placed on the dining table. Vol'jin, Eitrigg, Rokhan cut pieces of Tirion Fordring's flesh, eating and drinking to their hearts' content.
Unfortunately, these three were not professional torture experts, and Tirion Fordring was in so much pain that he fainted several times. After finally ending this inhuman torture, Tirion Fordring, who had been healed by the Holy Light, weakly leaned against the door and looked up at the sky, constantly lamenting his tragic Destiny.
Is this the Holy Light's punishment for me?
Under the gloomy sky, Naxxramas emitted a green glow, like a beacon, the light emanating from the corrosive gases that enveloped the great necropolis.
Tirion Fordring began to envy the Scourge. Back in Lordaeron, he had thought they were miserable and hopeless, but Arthas unexpectedly rose to prominence and led the people on a path of Redemption.
Suddenly, two green orbs of light appeared from Naxxramas, like two eyes, watching Tirion Fordring's camp, including the most hidden Dragonblood Orcs; everything was under the surveillance of the orbs.
A crimson light shone on the Dragonblood Orcs' camp, causing a stir among the three Dragonblood Orcs, but they quickly fell into a deathly silence.
Having eaten and drunk their fill, Eitrigg, Vol'jin, Rokhan rushed over to check on things.
The Dragonblood Orcs lay sprawled on the ground, foaming at the mouth, most of them unconscious.
A single glimmer of light temporarily rendered the Dragonblood Orcs incapacitated, serving as both a warning from the Scourge to the Horde and a demonstration of power.
Clearly, the Scourge has already discovered the weaknesses of the Dragonblood Orcs.
Tirion Fordring's heart sank. To use the Dragonblood Orcs Scourge was utterly foolish. He could almost hear Kel'Thuzad's shrill laughter.
But the situation quickly reversed. Naxxramas roared and gradually increased its speed, flying towards Icecrown Glacier and disappearing in an instant.
The message from Taelan was true; Naxxramas was indeed going back to rest.
Tirion Fordring froze on the spot; the surprise came so fast that he hadn't had time to react.
The less than one thousand Argent Crusade in the camp cheered, and countless adventurers shed tears of excitement. After paying a heavy price, the Argent Crusade finally destroyed the Naxxramas Necropolis and achieved an initial victory in the Northern Expedition.
What if Naxxramas returns one day? That's not a problem, after all, Naxxramas can be rebuilt countless times. Kel'Thuzad is a Lich, and as long as the Phylactery is still there, he can be reborn countless times. As clever as Tirion Fordring is, he has already thought of a reason.
Eitrigg patted Tirion Fordring on the shoulder and said slyly, "Tirion Fordring, congratulations. With your Scourge once again, you will surely become famous throughout Azeroth."
The next day, news of the destruction of the Naxxramas Necropolis spread throughout Azeroth.
Tirion Fordring, a figure relatively unknown during the Orcs Wars but who rose to prominence in his later years, and a champion of the Holy Light, has once again become the focus of Azeroth's attention.
The accounts of how the Argent Crusade conquered the Naxxramas Necropolis had already been compiled and were ready to be published as soon as news arrived.
The book vividly describes how the warriors of the Argent Crusade, after arduous and extraordinary battles and heavy sacrifices, finally achieved ultimate victory.
Strangely, the Duke Bolvar appears in the book.
The book specifically emphasizes that although Tirion Fordring was the leader of this battle, it was Legion Royal Guard led by Duke Bolvar that truly conquered Naxxramas and defeated Kel'Thuzad.
Tirion Fordring's composed command and Duke Bolvar's valiant fighting together shaped this great victory, dealing a heavy blow to the Scourge.
Stormwind City.
After seeing the book, Kites on the throne gave Duke Bolvar a long, meaningful look, then set it aside and ignored it.
But soon, new news came from Northrend.
Dranosh Saurfang led the Horde army to block all the passages from Azjol-Nerub to the surface and successfully killed the Scourge general Anub'arak.
Garrosh Saurfang broke through three Scourge defenses in succession and personally destroyed the Scourge general, the Frost Dragon Sindragosa.
Many adventurers returning from the front lines swore they had witnessed Garrosh's heroic fighting prowess firsthand.
It was a bright and sunny midday. The winds of Northrend were as biting as ever. The Orcs and the Scourge clashed on the plains, with the orcs swiftly and decisively annihilating the Scourge.
Just as the Scourge Army was about to be defeated, a loud dragon roar came from the clouds. The Frost Dragon Sindragosa was preparing to Frost Breath, and the Orcs Legion was about to suffer a heavy blow.
At this critical moment, Garrosh raised his family's weapon, Gorehowl, with both hands. With a roar, he leaped thousands of meters into the air and shattered Sindragosa in the clouds with a single blow.