Ten Thousand Souls Resurrection Technique (2)
Remulos took the list, which contained a full five hundred names.
Most of these names were familiar to Remulos; they were Druids belonging to the Cenarion Circle, all from the Night Elf race, and most of them slumbered in the great Dens of Moonglade.
These five hundred Night Druids were considered the elite of the Cenarion Circle. They were excellent in both their understanding of magic and their own strength. Unfortunately, they had been asleep for many years and did not care about worldly affairs, so outsiders rarely knew their names.
Moreover, many of them already show signs of being corrupted by Nightmares and are under close observation, at risk of falling into terrifying Nightmares from which they cannot escape. It can be said that even if they all disappeared, it would not attract the attention of outsiders.
Remulos took a deep breath, his right hand holding the list began to tremble, understanding Elune's intention: the people on this list could be abandoned at any time.
The Emissary's expression was equally grave. He said, "Tirion Fordring's identity is of paramount importance, concerning the safety of Azeroth. To resurrect him, we must pay a price."
Seeing Remulos's reluctant expression, the Emissary words of comfort:
"Rest assured, the Moon Goddess will not silence them afterward. The consciousnesses of these five hundred- Druids reside in the Emerald Dream year-round, a place the Scourge cannot penetrate, ensuring the secret will not be leaked."
Remulos sighed and said, "But if something unexpected happens, such as the Scourge invading Moonglade, none of those on the list will survive, right?"
The Emissary remained silent for a long time before finally nodding.
"And what about those ten thousand-plus Argent Crusade soldiers?" Remulos said sympathetically. "Were they sacrifices for the resurrection of Tirion Fordring, or necessary expendable resources?"
The Emissary shrugged, looking quite helpless, and said:
"For the sake of Azeroth, this is the price that must be paid, Remulos. I understand your concerns, and I can assure you that they gave their lives willingly. If it weren't for their own will, even if it was just empty talk or the slightest bit of resistance in their hearts, Tirion Fordring would not have been able to resurrect successfully."
Remulos shook his head and said, "That's impossible. How many people would be willing to give their lives for others? Besides, Tirion Fordring is a scumbag."
The Emissary messenger smirked coldly:
"That's not difficult at all; all we need to do is find a suitable person to persuade them. If Tirion Fordring wasn't a scoundrel, why would the Moon Goddess resurrect him?"
"What's the name of this damn resurrection spell?" Remulos asked angrily.
The Emissary replied with a devout expression, "This is a divine-level spell called the Ten Thousand Souls Resurrection Technique."
Cairne Bloodhoof, known for his honesty and kindness, enjoys a high reputation in both the Alliance and the Horde, and even some Alliance soldiers speak highly of him.
The heavy responsibility of persuading ten thousand Argent Crusade soldiers to sacrifice themselves for Tirion Fordring fell to Cairne Bloodhoof. Emissary sent a letter, and Cairne Bloodhoof immediately rushed to Moonglade.
Remulos and the Emissary entertained Cairne Bloodhoof. It should be noted that Tauren also eat meat, so the Staple Food of the banquet was Tauren meat, and the beverage was milk.
Looking at the table of Tauren meat cooked in various ways, Cairne Bloodhoof chuckled:
"Thanks to the Emissary's favor, I feel especially gratified to be able to contribute to the salvation of Azeroth. I have drafted a plan on how to persuade the Argent Crusade, and I will now present it to you for your review."
After reviewing Cairne Bloodhoof's plan, Remulos and the Emissary both showed admiration, realizing they had underestimated this Tauren Chieftain.
Remulos feigned authority and said, "Cairne Bloodhoof, tell me the outline of your plan."
Cairne Bloodhoof swallowed a large chunk of meat and said in a muffled voice:
"There are two ways to make people obey: violence and faith. But to truly win people's hearts and minds, only a combination of violence and faith is possible. For example, I became the chieftain of the Tauren through violence. The elusive Earth Mother is just a deceptive form of faith."
The Emissary, reviewing Cairne Bloodhoof proposal, asked:
"However, not all Argent Crusade believe in the Holy Light; most of them are adventurers recruited by the Peace Dove, and their only faith is in gold coins."
Cairne Bloodhoof revealed an expression of complete control:
"Whether it's the Alliance or the Horde, all living beings have a herd mentality. When there are role models and people setting an example, they will become a bunch of idiots willingly throwing their lives away."
The Emissary was satisfied with Cairne Bloodhoof's plan and smiled, "Very good, Cairne Bloodhoof. In recognition of your performance, I will grant you one wish."
Remulos was taken aback. Emissary of Elune, his status was extremely noble, and his promise was of extraordinary significance, even capable of changing the tragic Destiny of the Tauren race.
Cairne Bloodhoof scratched his head, then asked nervously, "Really, any wish is possible?"
"As long as it's within my power," the Emissary said earnestly.
Cairne Bloodhoof blushed and said shyly, "The other day I went to visit Thrall and met a female Orcs wearing an emerald armor set on the street. I fell in love at first sight. Could you ask her to marry me?"
In a clearing in Moonglade, tens of thousands of Argent Crusade Warriors gathered in a dark mass. Due to the need for strict secrecy, a hemispherical purple Magic Shield enveloped everyone.
In the center of the crowd, a pyramid-shaped Altar had already been erected, with countless Magic Gems shining brightly from its layered Altar.
Tirion Fordring was in a small hut atop the Altar, next to Cairne Bloodhoof, who, along with several dozen Tauren guards, secretly receiving some officers of the Argent Crusade.
"None of you will survive; you will all die."
Cairne Bloodhoof revealed his true, ferocious nature, and he threatened menacingly:
"If you want to live, tell your soldiers they must do as I say. If they do, they will not only be spared, but they will also be rewarded with a large sum of gold."
These officers were specially selected; they were cunning individuals easily bribed, and the most greedy adventurers.
Faced with Cairne's threat, they were all terrified and swore an oath, indicating that they were willing to do it.
Everything was ready, Cairne Bloodhoof ascended the platform, preparing to deliver his speech.
The Emissary and Remulos watched from the sidelines. Remulos said regretfully:
"Cairne's plan is good, but he has too little time. It's impossible for him to convince everyone. I don't have high hopes for this speech."
The Emissary smiled slightly:
"Cairne's performance exceeded my expectations. I didn't expect the Tauren chieftain to be so cunning; I was almost fooled by his honest appearance. Of course, your analysis is correct; his plan is far from complete and needs the help of some area-of-effect magic."
When Cairne Bloodhoof ascended the platform, the soldiers of the Argent Crusade erupted in enthusiastic cheers. The initial cheers were quiet, coming mainly from the bribed officers and their soldiers.
But soon, the sound grew louder and louder. Many soldiers were clearly not making a sound, but the sound came in waves, the cheers were deafening, like a tidal wave.
Countless people shouted Cairne's name at the top of their lungs. Even the soldiers who didn't want to make a sound were moved and had no choice but to join in the shouting, calling out Cairne's name.
Cairne was also taken aback, not expecting such a good result. With a simple, honest smile on his face, he prepared to deliver his important speech.
They didn't know that it was all the power of magic.