Flashbulbs kept going off, Tirion Fordring enjoyed the sensation as he entered the Dark Cathedral. On the altar of the cathedral sat a constantly beating black heart.
Tirion Fordring approached the heart, his face grave, and said in a serious tone:
"Arthas, did you hear my call? By the Holy Light, at the moment of your birth, all the Paladins of Lordaeron were simultaneously enlightened: you will become the Destroyer, a blood-stained executioner. At that moment, the forests of Lordaeron whispered the name of the future Savior: Thrall."
Tirion Fordring's right hand was imbued with powerful Power of the Holy Light he shouted:
"Arthas, I have watched you grow day by day, until you finally turned against the people. I will Redemption your soul, and I hope that you, now Redemption, will learn from the great Savior Thrall, his benevolence, his greatness, his selflessness, his towering character, and his boundless heart, all of which spur us forward."
Just then, the church doors were slowly pushed open, and a figure walked in.
According to the script, at this moment, Taelan should be disguised as Arthas, wearing a black suit of armor, carrying a replica of Frostmourne, and enter to fight Tirion Fordring. However, he should be severely injured and defeated, leaving behind some harsh words before fleeing.
Tirion Fordring turned around, a look of surprise on his face, and asked, "Who are you?"
The newcomer was an Elf with pointed ears. Although he was a head taller than Tirion Fordring, he was so thin that he was just skin and bones, with a tattered cloth around his waist, and his eyes were full of madness.
Tirion Fordring was taken aback, recognizing him as a Withered.
"This is Blightcaller Jim of the Broken Isles," someone in the media recognized him.
"Energy, crystals, Jim needs more energy." The Withered bared his sharp teeth, sizing up Tirion Fordring. "Such abundant Holy Light energy. Now, it's mine."
Blightcaller Jim lunged at Tirion Fordring, opening his jaws full of sharp teeth to bite Tirion Fordring's shoulder.
Tirion Fordring was shocked and hurriedly used the Power of the Holy Light to defend himself. A golden shield enveloped Tirion Fordring, the symbol of Paladin: Divine Shield.
Divine Shield grants immunity to all damage; Blightcaller Jim cannot get close to Tirion Fordring's body. He spreads his limbs, embracing the eggshell-like Divine Shield, feeling as comfortable as if he were soaking in a hot spring.
"Such rich Holy Light energy! I feel reborn. Jim needs more energy, much more."
Blightcaller Jim Tirion Fordring, sensing danger, quickly unequipped Ashbringer and launched an attack on Jim.
The Ashbringer, imbued with intense Power of the Holy Light, viciously slashed at the Blightcaller, Blightcaller Jim stretched out his eagle-like claws and grabbed the Ashbringer's sharp blade.
"A decent weapon, and this energy is mine too."
Blightcaller Jim grinned smugly and menacingly.
Tirion Fordring wanted to retrieve Ashbringer, but he couldn't. Blightcaller Jim's power was terrifying. Seeing Ashbringer gradually dimming, Tirion Fordring roared in desperation:
"Emissary, save me!"
The Emissary followed the Orcs scout into an airship near the town. An Orcs maid brought him a pot of tea and asked Emissary a moment, as General Garrosh would be there shortly.
The Emissary, seething with anger, intended to settle scores with Garrosh, but after waiting and waiting, the Orcs general never appeared. The Emissary suddenly realized something was wrong.
"Oh no, I've fallen for their trap. They're deliberately trying to lure me away."
The Emissary rushed back to the Dark Cathedral at top speed. Inside the cathedral, countless flashes went off as the media, as if on steroids, took photos from every angle.
Tirion Fordring was now lying on the ground, with Blightcaller Jim the Wither on top of him, devouring his flesh and blood, exposing the bare bones in many places.
Upon seeing the Emissary rushing towards him, Blightcaller Jim hurriedly released Tirion Fordring, revealing a look of fear. He then fled the cathedral in a few strides and disappeared without a trace.
The Emissary did not chase after them, but hurriedly helped Fording Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring waved his hand weakly, forcing a smile, "It's alright, I'm used to it, I can still keep going. Go check on Taelan, hope he's alright and doesn't miss the performance."
A Power of the Holy Light descended from the sky, healing Tirion Fordring's injuries.
As the Tirion Fordring to rest, Emissary his face and yelled at the media:
"I've memorized your faces. If even a whisper of what happened today gets out, all of you—your families, colleagues, bosses, even your clansmen—will die worthless. No one will remember your existence."
Everyone was trembling with fear and dared not utter a word.
The Big Candle Gagg, stepped in to smooth things over, laughing heartily as he said:
"You've all been doing this job for quite some time now, have you ever told the truth? Today, we've taken their money, so you all know what to do. I don't need to teach you, do I?"
The group quickly destroyed the filming they had just done and swore they would not reveal a single detail.
In a corner outside the church, they found Taelan unconscious, but thankfully he was unharmed.
After such a tumultuous turn of events, Tirion Fordring and Taelan lost interest in performing. They posed for a few photos in heroic fighting stances, and Tirion Fordring shattered Blackheart with a single sword strike, bringing the farce to a hasty end.
Howling Fjord, Orcs Camp.
Garrosh picked up a copy of the Gadgetzan Evening Post and stared in astonishment at the lengthy report on it.
In the Dark Cathedral, Tirion Fordring inadvertently fell into the Lich King Arthas's trap, but with the help of the Holy Light, he successfully severely wounded Arthas, Arthas hastily fled.
"Tirion Fordring, the Holy Light, how is this possible?"
Garrosh scratched his head, doubting the report was fake, but the multiple images of Tirion Fordring Ashbringer proved that Tirion Fordring indeed possessed powerful Power of the Holy Light.
The article also points out that the accusations against Tirion Fordring a few days ago were pure slander and a trick by the Scourge, claiming that the Scourge's doom was imminent and that they had no choice but to resort to such despicable tactics. It calls on more adventurers to join the Justice Argent Crusade and fight to save Azeroth.
"What exactly happened?"
Garrosh was at a loss and hurriedly wrote a letter to Doras.
The urgent magical letter had just been sent when Garrosh suddenly felt a heavy atmosphere in the air. He turned around and a hand gripped his throat tightly.
The one who subdued Garrosh was none other than the Emissary, who questioned him fiercely:
"Garrosh, your father was nothing but Thrall's dog. Have you forgotten your place? You ruined our plans the other day, and I haven't even settled the score with you yet. In the Dark Cathedral, you were still stubbornly clinging to your ways, almost causing Tirion Fordring's death."
Garrosh's face flushed red, but he couldn't speak, only shaking his head helplessly.
The Emissary released his grip, leaving Garrosh sprawled on the ground like a rag doll.
"Is there anything you want to say before you die?"
Garrosh immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowing forcefully and weeping bitterly, saying, "My Emissary, I'm innocent! What Dark Cathedral? I knew nothing about it!"
The Emissary frowned slightly; magic told him that Garrosh was not lying.
So who exactly secretly hired Blightcaller Jim?