Tirion·Tirion Fordring.
This is the name of a veteran who was born in the most powerful and prosperous era of Lordaeron.
However, when he came of age, he encountered the first wave in his life, which was also the wave of Kingdom of Lordaeron. The Orcs surging from the south broke the kingdom's Tranquility. At the most critical moment, the entire kingdom was in danger of falling. It was the last wave of Human World. Defensive Line.
Once Lordaeron falls, it almost means the fall of the entire Eastern Kingdoms.
At that time, the whole country was fighting back, and Tirion Fordring was one of them, but what was different from others was that under the auspices of his Mentor, the greatest Priest Alonsus·Lord Faol, he became one of Five First Paladins.
Later, when the war ended, Human Faction finally won the victory after several years of arduous counterattacks. Tirion Fordring, as Commander, received an enviable title and reputation. Like his brothers, he thought that would be the peaceful beginning of the rest of his life.
Tirion Fordring lost a lot in that war. His best brother, General Turalyon, who was also one of First Paladin, led the army into Dark Portal for the survival of Azeroth, closed it from the other side, and exiled himself forever to another world of Desolation.
But compared to other first-generation Paladin, Tirion Fordring's life experience is obviously more bumpy.
Encountered Betrayal and misunderstood, he still insisted on his own will, and was eventually deposed Holy Light Power. Although he was favored by Holy Light later, it was obviously a stain on Tirion Fordring's life.
During the period when he was exiled by Lordaeron, all records about Tirion Fordring were erased. This also resulted in his reputation not being as strong as other Paladin. However, those who are familiar with him know that Tirion Fordring is a real Hero like everyone else.
Hero always behaves differently from ordinary people and can do things that ordinary people cannot do.
For example, now, when everyone else is hesitant, Tirion Fordring stands up. When his left hand holds the ax handle of War Axe, everyone is sincerely praying for him. No matter what the camp is, no matter whether they have been in contact with him before, no one will deny that Tirion Fordring at this moment is truly worthy of the title Hero.
Not everyone will give up their future for the benefit of others.
Not everyone will risk everything for an illusory idea of peace.
"Well..."
The moment Tirion Fordring held Shadowmourne, the wild and greedy War Axe launched a counterattack, not just at the soul level, but also in substance. Black power surged into his body along his left hand, which came from Illidan, Senegos The combined power of the three top powerhouses, and Uther, almost instantly occupied half of Tirion Fordring's body. He fell on the chair, and the golden Holy Light and the black mist used his body as a battlefield, fighting and fighting crazily.
The old knight let out a cry of pain, and a trace of blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth, but the others had experienced strong winds and waves, and did not panic because of this, nor did they try to help him recklessly. At this time, any injection of external power would be attacked by the double attack of the Holy Light of Old Fording and the energy of Shadow Sorrow at the same time.
What's more serious is that it will destroy the emerging balance, and in the worst case, it may harm the life of the old knight.
"Hold on! Tirion Fordring!"
Mograine stood aside, clenching his fists. As an old comrade who had fought together for decades, he knew Tirion Fordring's mood at this time better than anyone else. Dick also walked quickly to the old knight's side. He still can't forget that when Naxxramas rescued Uther, when everyone was trapped in a siege and saw no hope, Tirion Fordring and Mograine exploded the wall, bringing a ray of light to Salvation and everyone.
This is a respectable senior, not to mention that during those years in the game, Tirion Fordring was his "old acquaintance".
"Taelan will kill me if anything happens to you, so... hang on, Tirion Fordring!"
Dick looked into Tirion Fordring's eyes and whispered, "That's just a weapon. A weapon will always be honored only because of the person who wields it! Tell me, Tirion Fordring, tell me that you won't become the second Arthas. You won't be as weak as him and be controlled by a weapon. I have always believed this, stick with it!"
"If you die, I will lose a good opponent."
Saurfang also encouraged the old knight in his own way, "I also wanted this War Axe, but you beat me to it, so I will use the results to prove that you are stronger than me... Don't let those who are still looking forward to it be disappointed!"
Tirion Fordring, whose whole body was convulsing, obviously heard everyone's voices. His eyes kept rotating, resting on everyone's body, and finally closed his eyes tightly.
This is his way of telling others that he hasn't lost yet!
He will take these Blessing to face this opponent on a spiritual level, and then turn it into his sharpest blade.
"I'll tear you apart, I'll strangle you, I'll kill you! Get out of here!"
The voice screamed and collided in his heart, like a complete villain, arbitrarily trying to tear Tirion Fordring's will into Fragments, but the old knight's spirit was as strong as steel. He seemed to see the black figure in a trance, but could not see its body, only a hint of Light and Shadow.
Darkness, indifference, cruelty, viciousness, and greed.
This was completely incompatible with Tirion Fordring's character. Before he got close, Tirion Fordring felt the coldness and Evil in his soul, as well as a strong smell of blood. This represented the three powers of this guy, which were also incompatible with Tirion Fordring's power.
It's like two worlds exist.
"You can't kill me! You can't tear me apart! And this is my conscious world, why do you tell me to get out of here! You bastard!"
The old knight held up Fist and rushed towards the dark figure. Although he could not hurt the guy in the spiritual world, the momentum made everything around him weaken a little, and then he felt that the voice suddenly became quiet.
"You can hear me?... That's weird, so who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am!"
Tirion Fordring let go of Fist, and he looked at Dark Body who calmed down in front of him, "I want you to obey me!"
"No! I refuse!"
The voice decisively refused, "Your power is completely unable to accommodate my existence. It is much worse than the first guy I came into contact with. I want to find the user who is most suitable for me, but you... can't!"
Tirion Fordring gritted his teeth, but as a veteran, he did not give up, but said quickly,
"Then you can never leave here! I will trap you forever. You know I have this ability!"
"..."
The voice fell silent. After a moment, he seemed to make some concessions.
"Your thinking is very strange! I have told you that I am not suitable for you. Your power is... well, it is Salvation, and I represent death, understand? Forced fusion can only make you feel more Pain. I am an axe. I cannot Pain. Is your brain broken?"
Tirion Fordring grinned. He saw the hope of victory. This was simpler than he thought. After all, Shadowmourne's soul had just been born and his way of thinking was still very simple. So Tirion Fordring pondered for a moment and said,
"All weapons mean death."
"And I wield death for Salvation. Look, this is not Conflict. As for Pain, that's not important."
The old knight stretched out his hand,
"So until you find a more suitable person, obey me. I need to use your power in exchange for the end of the war. That is the real bad thing. There is nothing worse than it."
After a few seconds of silence, Tirion Fordring felt a cold energy slowly wrap around his hand, and the voice became quiet, but there was a trace of death and restlessness suppressed in it.
"... I don't understand what you said... but it seems to make sense, okay, so be it... my name is Shadowmourne, what about you?"
"My name is Tirion Fordring, Tirion·Tirion Fordring!"
"Boom!"
The next moment, cold, Evil, and energy with a strong smell of blood exploded around Tirion Fordring's body. The darkness surrounding the smaller half of Tirion Fordring's body faded away at this moment, mixed with Holy Light, and forced the people around him to move away a few inches.
The final collision of golden and black light around Tirion Fordring's body caused the mist of light to completely submerge the body of the old knight sitting on the chair. After a few seconds, the smoke also dissipated, and a tall figure walked out of the smoke, his armor broken. Rotten, his pale hair was windless, and the War Axe...Ice Blue color that he held in his hand was filled with death and Dark Energy. There was also a strange golden edge on the blade.
Completely opposing energies reached a strange balance at this moment and were combined.
"You succeeded?"
Mograine looked at Tirion Fordring in front of him with a touch of surprise. The latter shrugged, turned the calmed War Axe back, and showed his left hand to everyone.
"No... not entirely successful, but barely enough."
Paladin's left hand has turned into a strange look mixed with golden and black shimmers. The Light and Shadow is like running water covering the palm of Paladin. At a certain moment, he will even appear a trace of "transparency", which shows the transparency of Bones. And almost every moment, there are light spots of confrontation between the two energies, like ground flesh and blood.
Constantly regenerated, constantly destroyed.
This is the "Pain" Shadowmourne said. As long as Tirion Fordring keeps holding this weapon, this confrontation between death and Holy Light will always exist, just like the weapon told him, this will be the ultimate Pain.
"Congratulations, man!"
Saurfang also breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at Tirion Fordring and gave him a thumbs up, "You are a real tough guy. You have done things that others cannot do."
"Hmm... it looks pretty good."
Dick glanced at the palm of Tirion Fordring's light, and nodded, "Then let us enter the next stage... Shadowmourne's soul is still very weak, and it is obviously unrealistic to let it fight against Frostmourne now, so we have to "cook" a real meal to make it stronger!"
Paladin spread his hands and moved his wrists,
"You're going to like this process. I gave it a good name."
"Feast of a Thousand Souls!"