Ten Thousand Souls Resurrection Technique (1)

Only after Vol'jin learned the whole story did he realize the seriousness of the matter and feel deep regret.

Public opinion alone has limited effect and will vanish instantly in the face of power. Therefore, Vol'jin is not worried about Tirion Fordring's secret being leaked.

However, when public opinion is combined with authoritarian power, it can have a terrible effect.

The richest Orcs Doras, wields powerful media influence and wields influence over the entire Horde.

Doras even forced Thrall to make a statement. Faced with ten seemingly convincing pieces of evidence, Thrall was forced to shut himself away and write a letter denouncing Vol'jin and Eitrigg for their incompetence.

If it were just Tirion Fordring and the Argent Crusade whose reputations were tarnished, it could still be salvaged, for example, by replacing them with Balnazzar and the Scarlet Crusade.

But this would affect the reputation of the Peace Dove, which would be troublesome, since the Peace Dove is responsible for recruiting the Argent Crusade and bears joint responsibility.

The evidence presented by Doras included claims that the soldiers of the Argent Crusade had become henchmen of the Scourge, and that the Peace Dove was colluding with the Scourge.

The news caused an uproar across the Azeroth Continent.

King Varian of Stormwind City declared that the truth must be thoroughly investigated, ensuring that no innocent person is wronged and no guilty person escapes justice.

The leader of the Peace Dove is Jaina, with two Guardians standing behind her. Just thinking about this connection Vol'jin a splitting headache, realizing the catastrophic disaster he had caused.

But the current situation is beyond Vol'jin's ability to resolve.

The Argent Crusade soldiers surrounded Tirion Fordring's tent tightly. Once Tirion Fordring showed up and confirmed his identity Undead, everything would be over, Vol'jin would be unable to atone for his sins even if he died a hundred times.

Vol'jin for a long time, Vol'jin decided to stick to his guns and prepare to slaughter the soldiers of the Argent Crusade in order to protect Tirion Fordring's secret.

The Argent Crusade had no armor or weapons, they were all unarmed, and they were no match for the Dragonblood Orcs.

Just as Vol'jin made up his mind, a Human Veteran walked into the tent, glaring at Vol'jin angrily. "Incompetent Vol'jin, tell me, how did Tirion Fordring die?"

"Who are you?"

Vol'jin questioned loudly, feeling somewhat uneasy. His camp was heavily guarded; why were Alliance soldiers approaching?

The Human Veteran's hand reached out and clenched, as if grasping Vol'jin's life.

In that instant, Vol'jin endured unbearable torture: being skinned, having his flesh cut off with knives, being torn apart by five horses, being drowned and burned, and so on.

Even more terrifying, Vol'jin was unable to make a sound. When everything stopped, Vol'jin knelt weakly on the ground, completely exhausted and delirious.

"This is merely punishment for your disrespect. You have no right to know my identity. As for the mistake you made, I will settle accounts with you later."

The Human Veteran coldly threatened Vol'jin, then glanced at Eitrigg beside him.

Terrified Eitrigg immediately knelt on the ground, wailing and begging for mercy.

The Veteran gave a mocking smile, refrained from punishing Eitrigg, and loudly commanded:

"Listen, the only way to salvage this unfavorable situation is to risk resurrecting Tirion Fordring and then stage a performance. You all better keep your mouths shut."

Eitrigg's mind raced; not forgetting to put his opponent down, he whispered:

"Orcs the Doras, that ungrateful female Orcs, she's really ruined everything."

The Veteran cursed viciously, "Foolish! If it were only Doras, how could things have developed to this point? Don't you understand? There's Scourge conspiracy behind this."

Tirion Fordring nervously hid in a corner of the tent, while outside, his fully armed guards put up a last stand.

Unfortunately, the perpetrators outnumbered and outgunned. If the guards couldn't hold them off and their identities were exposed, they would all be doomed. Now, they could only hope that Vol'jin would lend a helping hand.

"Ashbringer!"

Tirion Fordring began to miss the artifact; if Ashbringer were in his hands, he wouldn't be in this predicament.

Unfortunately, Tirion Fordring is now Forsaken and must stay away from the Ashbringer.

"What do I do?"

Tirion Fordring gripped his hair tightly, his face filled with fear and anxiety. Looking at the cold ground beneath his feet, he realized that running away might be a good idea.

A milky white light descended from the sky, filling every corner of the tent with a terrifying brightness that made Tirion Fordring unable to open his eyes.

The mysterious radiance carried a terrifying Fervor, making the entire tent seem to be ablaze, emitting a blinding light, yet it did not harm Tirion Fordring.

Tirion Fordring was familiar with the Holy Light, knew that although it looked exactly like the Holy Light, it was not the Holy Light, but another mysterious energy.

The commotion outside the tent ceased. The soldiers of the Argent Crusade stared in astonishment at the brightly lit tent before them, retreating hastily, with many shedding tears of regret.

Tirion Fordring once again demonstrated the terrifying Power of the Holy Light, successfully shattering the rumors. It's unclear who started it, but everyone began chanting Tirion Fordring's name in unison.

Of course, some people had doubts. A few officers in the Argent Crusade had obtained the Power of the Holy Light and noticed that the Holy Light in front of them had an inexplicable strangeness.

Unfortunately, their objections were futile, drowned out by the boiling crowd.

A majestic voice came from the sky:

"Tirion Fordring, you are my favorite, my chosen representative. Whoever follows Tirion Fordring will gain eternal glory."

The Holy Light actually spoke, probably for the first time in the history of Azeroth.

Tens of thousands of Argent Crusade knelt on the ground, devoutly expressing their willingness to follow Tirion Fordring.

Eitrigg stared in astonishment at the Human Veteran. His methods were terrifying, almost godlike. Just who was this man?

The Veteran, with a solemn expression, waved his scepter and meticulously cast a spell, casting bright rays of light upon the heads of the Argent Crusade, his chosen Followers.

Then, a majestic voice echoed from the sky once more:

"Blessed are the Followers of Tirion Fordring, for you will face the trials of the Holy Light alongside Tirion Fordring. The day Tirion Fordring returns will be the day the Lich King falls."

As soon as he finished speaking, an even more terrifying light descended from the sky, as bright as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

When Eitrigg opened his eyes, he found Tirion Fordring's tent, and nearly ten thousand of the chosen Argent Crusade soldiers had all vanished.

What a terrifying Mass Teleport!

This miracle quickly spread throughout the Azeroth Continent, and the doubts about Tirion Fordring diminished considerably; even Doras chose to remain silent.

The adventurers are all waiting for Tirion Fordring's return from the Trial of the Holy Light.

Moonglade, Remulos's Palace.

Remulos stared at Tirion Fordring before him with utter disgust. Moonglade was a sacred land designated by the Moon Goddess, and this filthy Forsaken was a defilement of this holy land.

Beside Tirion Fordring, the Emissary said solemnly, "Remulos, the Moon Goddess commands us that we must resurrect Tirion Fordring. You need to make some preparations."

A flicker of joy crossed Remulos's eyes, followed by a worried question, "Isn't the Moon Goddess worried about the Scourge's spying?"

The Emissary handed over a list and said solemnly:

"The omniscient and omnipotent Moon Goddess has already considered this situation and has a solution. Take this list, gather the people on the list, but do not tell them our purpose."