Novos Vol'jin before him; he cautiously looked around, searching for another figure.
The tall, imposing, elderly human, and the renowned artifact Ashbringer, did not appear within the fortress. Novos breathed a sigh of relief and revealed a meaningful smile.
"What a pity, poor Vol'jin, Tirion Fordring didn't come with you."
Upon hearing this, Vol'jin's heart skipped a beat.
For a Lich, possessing terrifying Power of the Holy Light and accompanied by the artifact Ashbringer, Tirion Fordring, Legendary have defeated the Lich King Arthas, is undoubtedly the greatest threat.
Vol'jin recalled that Tirion Fordring had once said that there were two Undead at Drak'Tharon Keep.
One was extremely powerful, the other somewhat weaker; at that time, Vol'jin had no concept of the "powerful" that Tirion Fordring described.
Behind Novos, the enormous figure of the Prophet Saronite, now reduced to a skeleton, was revealed.
Vol'jin jolted awake, a flood of information flashing through his mind, before he quickly drew a conclusion.
It's dangerous, it's life-threatening; Drak'Tharon Keep is a trap.
Vol'jin crushed the Teleportation Rune Stone with lightning speed.
Almost simultaneously, Novos finished casting his spell, and a black shadow crept over Vol'jin, its venomous black aura corroding Vol'jin clothes.
It's a pity it was just a little short.
The Rune Stone activated, Vol'jin vanished from his spot, reappearing in the military camp outside the fortress.
Novos sighed inwardly, having to admit that Vol'jin was a remarkable sage. He was able to judge the current situation from the single sentence, "Tirion Fordring did not come with you," demonstrating terrifying decisiveness and choosing to flee without hesitation.
The Orcs soldiers on the scene were still in a daze, waiting for Vol'jin's order to chop the Lich in front of them into pieces.
After Vol'jin disappeared, the Orcs soldiers had no idea what had happened.
Novos raised his staff, glanced at his tribesmen who looked at him with disgust, and then at the dark mass of Orcs Legion in the distance, and shouted:
"Welcome to the world of the dead, living beings of Drak'Tharon Keep. Your lives, your bodies, your souls are all Consecration to me. Doom has come."
A green mist enveloped the lair of the Prophet Saronite, and the Undead Saronya flew into the air and unleashed Blood Siphon.
Countless red lines scattered, drawing blood from all living things nearby. The terrifying Dragonblood Orcs, the valiant Orcs soldiers, the remaining Drak'Tharon Trolls and Priests —none could escape this tragic Destiny.
Novos chanted incantations, and from beneath his feet, the corrupting force of the Plague rapidly expanded, its Corruptive Power infiltrating the corpses. All the fallen within the fortress rose to their feet, and countless Undead creatures roared in response.
Having inherited the Loa power of the Prophet Saronite, Novos was already considered a god-like being. Dark skies shrouded Drak'Tharon Keep, which had become a paradise for the dead.
The Blood Siphon had a limited range; the Orcs soldiers who were not affected by the Blood Siphon were immediately submerged in the sea of Undead, and even the Dragonblood Orcs were quickly cut down and fell to the ground.
In the distance, at the Orcs Camp, Vol'jin gazed at the cloud -Drak'Tharon Keep, a chilling wind blowing, and listened to the roars and desperate screams that echoed from it. He closed his eyes in anguish.
The defeat devastated him. He thought everything was under control, but unfortunately, he suffered a loss even more devastating Garrosh's.
"Undead, so many Undead, swarms of Undead creatures!" Tirion Fordring screamed in terror, as if he had gone mad, clutching his head in agony.
Eitrigg glared at him fiercely and kicked him hard. Tirion Fordring dared not utter a sound, but he couldn't help trembling all over.
"My God, what's going on? Could it be that the Lich King Arthas has come in person?"
Eitrigg looked at Dark Fortress in horror and asked anxiously.
Vol'jin raced. Although he didn't know the specifics, it was clear that Novos had gained the Prophet Saronite and transformed himself into Loa- level Lich.
Vol'jin provided Novos with the essence of the Blood Trolls, and if the responsibility is questioned later, Vol'jin will be unable to defend himself and will be held accountable.
So he decided to lie, since everyone who witnessed the truth was already dead.
Vol'jin made up his mind, then suddenly gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage and ferocity. He kicked Fording to the Tirion Fordring, grabbed Tirion Fordring by the throat, and pinned him to the ground, punching him repeatedly in Tirion Fordring face until he was on the verge of death.
"Tirion Fordring has deceived us; I suspect he is colluding with the Lich King Arthas."
Vol'jin, his face flushed with anger, explained to Eitrigg:
"A large Scourge was lying in ambush inside Drak'Tharon Keep, led by Arthas himself. They were just waiting for our soldiers to break in when the Scourge immediately closed the fortress. I severely injured Arthas with a single punch and fought against the Four Horsemen, but unfortunately, we were outnumbered and had no choice but to retreat."
Eitrigg had no idea whether Vol'jin could defeat Arthas, and although he didn't believe it, he couldn't voice his doubts for the sake of harmony.
Eitrigg jumped up and took his anger out on Tirion Fordring, grabbing the dying Tirion Fordring and beating him mercilessly until Tirion Fordring's bones Hamstring, his body was covered in blood, and he was unrecognizable.
Eitrigg roared as he fought:
"I knew long ago that Tirion Fordring was treacherous and harbored evil intentions. He absolutely cannot escape responsibility for this, which caused us heavy losses. I immediately reported to Thrall, the Savior, and ordered that Tirion Fordring be torn to pieces and his head hung on the gates of Orgrimmar to comfort the fallen warriors."
Vol'jin knew in his heart that Tirion Fordring couldn't die, otherwise, without the Argent Crusade's provisions, his own life wouldn't be easy. So he waved his hand and said tactfully:
"Spare his worthless life. Perhaps Tirion Fordring was deceived too. He's a piece of trash. Paladin abilities are extremely unreliable; he might have been used by Arthas."
Eitrigg understood the implied meaning and nodded solemnly.
"Our Legion has suffered heavy losses. Although the blame lies with Tirion Fordring, if we retreat like this, it will be difficult to explain to Thrall, the Savior. Vol'jin, you need to think of something."
Vol'jin couldn't help but sigh. Of the army that had followed him into Northrend, almost all the ordinary Orcs soldiers had perished. Only a few Dragonblood Orcs had survived, and even including the losses in the Blue Dragonflight, the number of Dragonblood Orcs was less than a thousand.
In addition, there was the Argent Crusade, which served as a military food reserve. These were mainly Alliance adventurers from various places who came to join Tirion Fordring. They lacked training and equipment, and were hardly up to the task.
After pondering for a long time, Vol'jin said helplessly, "Eitrigg, we need you to coordinate the transfer of some soldiers from Keleina's Orgrimmar army to supplement our forces."
Eitrigg looked troubled. "Without Thrall's orders, Keleina can't possibly allocate too many troops to us. But even if Keleina is willing to join forces with us, if we fail to capture Drak'Tharon Keep and destroy the Zul'Drak Empire, we won't be able to explain ourselves to the Savior Thrall in the future."
Vol'jin chuckled and said, "No problem, we can bypass Drak'Tharon Keep and attack the Zul'Drak Empire's homeland directly."