Ten Thousand Souls Resurrection Technique (3)

The Emissary stood at the corner of the Altar's summit, smiling as he looked down at the Argent Crusade.

Watching them chant Cairne Bloodhoof's name, from a few scattered voices to everyone chanting together, most of them not from the heart but blindly following, I couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"A bunch of pathetic wretches, completely unaware that they're about to die; this is just their final revelry."

Remulos looked down at the crowd and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "What you see is merely the foolishness of mortals below. In the eyes of Elune, we are probably just as ridiculous as they are."

The Emissary messenger was startled by these words, fell silent, and his face darkened.

With the aid of magic, Cairne Bloodhoof's powerful voice echoed within the shield:

"Champions of Azeroth, whenever I face a life-or-death decision, I remember the words of the great Savior Thrall: 'We Orcs Consecration everything for Azeroth, and what have you done?'"

Mentioning Thrall, the Savior, most of the adventurers in the Argent Crusade showed disgust. Times had changed, and Thrall's actions were already well known to the adventurers.

However, no one dared to say anything bad about Thrall, as it concerned their lives and fortunes.

"Thrall, the great Savior Thrall."

The officers, bribed by Cairne, wisely cheered again.

Just like before, the cheers grew louder and louder. Those who didn't want to make a sound could only join in shouting Thrall's name when they saw everyone else doing so.

Seeing that the atmosphere was just right, Cairne continued his speech:

"Countless Orcs have sacrificed their lives to save the Azeroth. Now, the Scourge is rampaging and plotting to destroy the Azeroth. Once again, brave Orcs have stepped forward. Multiple Orcs Legions have entered Northrend and are waging a fierce and arduous battle against the Scourge."

"The warriors of the Argent Crusade, as members of Azeroth, witnessed firsthand the Orcs' fight to save Azeroth. Tirion Fordring actively cooperated, defeating the Evil Lich King Arthas at Light's Hope Chapel, and becoming the new Savior of Azeroth."

Upon seeing this, the bribed officers took the lead in shouting "Tirion Fordring's" name.

This time, there were more people responding, with most of the Argent Crusade Warrior chanting Tirion Fordring's name.

Seeing the crowd's excited expressions, Cairne deliberately asked, "What are you willing to give up for Tirion Fordring?"

"Willing to give my life."

The answer quickly came from among the crowd.

"Yes, we are all willing to give our lives."

With the power of role models, more and more soldiers expressed their loyalty, since there was no harm in shouting it out.

Kane smiled honestly and said:

"I am satisfied with your answer. The great Tirion Fordring has been ambushed by the Scourge and is critically wounded. Elune, is willing to heal him, but it will require the sacrifice of your lives. Come, for the sake of Azeroth, offer your souls and bodies. Are you willing?"

"We are willing!"

A small group of people who had already been bribed quickly raised their voices in protest.

When the news broke that it required sacrificing one's life, the voices were much quieter this time; almost no one was willing to speak out, but there were also no voices of opposition.

The Emissary's lips curled into a mocking smile, "They all think they're clever, they all think they can protect themselves, but they don't know that death is inevitable, a bunch of fools."

"We are willing!"

With the aid of magic, the voices of the bribed small group grew louder and louder, amplified and replicated infinitely, as if everyone were shouting together.

The terrifying shouts, like a rolling heatwave, stirred people's emotions.

"Something's not right. How could this be? No, no, this is a conspiracy, a trap."

A few people raised questions and shouted loudly, trying to wake up their companions.

Unfortunately, they were unable to make a sound; their limbs were stiff and they could not move.

Cairne roared:

"Tirion Fordring once said: 'I have seen the noblest Orcs and the most despicable humans. I am glad that you are all noble people, and that you are all willing to give your lives for Tirion Fordring. Soldiers of the Argent Crusade, on behalf of Tirion Fordring, I thank you for your sacrifice.'"

Having said that, Cairne Bloodhoof bowed deeply.

Remulos frowned. "Even so, it's hard to convince everyone that they're truly willing to die for Tirion Fordring. It's pointless."

The Emissary's lips curled slightly as he looked up at the sky and said, "Remulos, haven't you noticed? The moonlight is a little different tonight."

Remulos looked up and saw that above the purple shield, the bright moonlight was somewhat blurry, seemingly filled with an eerie glow.

Then, a strange aura descended from the sky. This power inspired people's hearts, making their blood boil and their emotions surge. Many soldiers knelt on the ground, weeping for Tirion Fordring's injury and expressing their willingness to give their lives for Tirion Fordring.

This is the power to stir emotions.

Remulos said coldly, "I've heard that the Old Gods Y'Shaarj was most skilled in this."

The Emissary nodded and explained:

"Y'Shaarj perished in outer space, and most of his power was acquired by Elune. Cairne Bloodhoof needs to do is pry open the defenses of these ten thousand soldiers, creating a small crack in their hearts, Y'Shaarj's power can take advantage of that."

At the top of the pyramid Altar, a blood-red vortex appeared.

Cairne Bloodhoof waved his arms and shouted:

"Brave warriors of the Argent Crusade, your time to be tested has come! To save Azeroth, to resurrect the great Tirion Fordring, Consecration your lives!"

Inspired by the Power of Y'Shaarj, the Argent Crusade marched in orderly ranks toward the top of the pyramid, where they were sucked into the vortex.

The blood-red vortex spun rapidly, and at its tip, a mass of writhing flesh and blood solidified.

As more life force was inhaled, the flesh grew larger and larger, eventually exceeding the entire Altar, and floated in the air.

Y'Shaarj's power is not omnipotent; a few stubborn Argent Crusade soldiers remained unaffected by Power of Y'Shaarj.

"How should these people be punished?" Remulos asked, unable to bear it any longer.

The Emissary revealed an expression of appreciation:

"That's rare! They have their own judgment, aren't swayed by circumstances, and don't blindly follow others. Very good. Let them go! I have high hopes for their future."

Remulos asked, puzzled:

"Why did you let them leave? Aren't you worried about leaking secrets?"

The Emissary smiled and said:

"Once Tirion Fordring is resurrected and regains control of the Power of the Holy Light, all the rumors will vanish. Besides, everything we've done today is for the Scourge. We want to show Scourge that resurrecting one Undead requires ten thousand living people willingly sacrificing their lives. Such a heavy price leaves the Scourge with no choice but to give up."

Remulos breathed a sigh of relief, not wanting to cause any more bloodshed. He waved his hand, and hundreds of beams of light fell, sending the remaining Argent Crusade soldiers away from Moonglade.

Gazing at the enormous mass of flesh and blood floating in the sky, the Emissary spoke with utmost solemnity:

"Next comes the crucial moment of the resurrection technique. This matter must be kept secret; the Scourge must not know a thing about it."

Remulos nodded:

"I will. Moonglade will activate its highest defense system immediately."