Tirio Fordin. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the name of a veteran who was born in the era when Lordaeron was at its strongest and most prosperous.

However, when he became an adult, he encountered the first wave of his life, which was also the wave of the kingdom of Lordaeron, the surging orcs from the south broke the peace of the kingdom, and at the most critical moment, the entire kingdom was at risk of falling, which was the last line of defense of the rumored human world.

Once Lordaeron falls, it almost means the fall of the entire Eastern Continent.

At that time, the whole country was fighting back, and Fording was one of them, but unlike others, he became one of the five paladins of the first generation under the auspices of his mentor, the greatest priest, Alonsos Fao.

Later, when the war ended, the human camp fought back after several years of hard fighting, and Fording was given an enviable title and prestige as commander, which, like his brother, he had thought would be the beginning of the rest of his life.

Ferdin, who lost a lot in that war, was his best brother, General Tulayan, one of the first paladins, rushed into the Dark Gate with his army for the survival of Azeroth, closing it from the other side and banishing himself forever to another barren world.

But compared to the other paladins of the first generation, the life experience of the old Fording was obviously a little more bumpy.

Betrayed and misunderstood, he remained committed to his own will, and was eventually stripped of the Light, which was later favored by the Light, but apparently a stain on the life of the elder Fortin.

During his exile by Lordaeron, all records of Old Fording were erased, which also caused him to be less famous than the other paladins, but those who knew him well knew that Old Fording was a true hero like everyone else.

Heroes always act differently from ordinary people, and can do things that ordinary people can't.

For example, now, when everyone else hesitated, Old Ferding stood up, and when his left hand held the handle of the tomahawk, everyone was sincerely praying for him, no matter what the camp was, whether they had been in contact with it before, but no one would deny that Old Fording at this moment was truly worthy of the title of hero.

Not all of them will give up their future for the benefit of others.

Not everyone will gamble everything they have for an illusory idea of peace.

"Hmm..."

The moment Old Fording held the Shadow Grief, the wild and greedy battle axe launched a counterattack, not only at the soul level, but also in essence, black power surged up his body along his left hand, it was a combination of power from the three top powerhouses of Illidan, Senagos and Uther, almost in an instant, it occupied half of Old Fordin's body, he fell to the chair, the golden holy light and the black mist used his body as a battlefield, frantically fighting, fighting.

The old knight let out a cry of pain, and a stain of blood welled up from the corner of his mouth, but the others had seen the wind and waves, and they did not panic because of this, nor did they try to help him recklessly, and at this time, any injection of external forces would be attacked by the holy light of the old Fuding and the sad energy of the shadow at the same time.

Worse still, it would upset the balance that was forming, and at worst, could hurt the old knight's life.

"Hold on!

Mograine stood to the side, his fists clenched, as an old comrade-in-arms who had fought together for decades, he knew better than anyone what Ferdin's mood was in at this time, Dick also walked quickly to the old knight's side, he still can't forget the sight of old Verding and Mograine blowing up the wall when Naxxramas rescued Uther, when everyone was under siege and could not see a little hope, with a ray of light to save everyone.

This is a respectable senior, not to mention, during that period of time in the game, the old Fording was his "old acquaintance".

"If something happens to you, Tyran will kill me, so... Hold on, Fordin!"

Dick looked old Fording in the eye and whispered, "That's just a weapon, and a weapon will always be glorified by the one wielding it!Tell me, Fordin, tell me that you won't be a second Arthas, that you won't be as weak as him, and that you'll be controlled by a weapon, and I've always believed in that, hold on!"

"If you die, I'll have one less good opponent. ”

Salufar also cheered up the old knight in his own way, "I also wanted this battle axe, but you preempted it, so I used the results to prove that you are stronger than me... Don't disappoint those who are still expecting it!"

Old Ferdin, who was convulsive all over, apparently heard the voices of the crowd, and his eyes kept spinning, lingering on everyone's body, and finally closing his eyes.

He's telling others in this way that he hasn't lost yet!

With these blessings, he will go to the spiritual plane to face this opponent, and then turn it into his sharpest blade.

"I'm going to tear you apart, I'm going to strangle you, I'm going to kill you!

The voice shouted and collided in his heart, like a complete villain, savagely trying to tear Fordin's will to pieces, but the spirit of the old knight was as strong as steel, and he seemed to see the black figure in a trance, but he could not see its body, only a flash of light and shadow.

Dark, cold, cruel, vicious, and greedy.

This is completely incompatible with Old Fortin's character, and before he got close, Old Fording felt the coldness and evil in his heart, as well as a strong smell of blood, which represented the three powers of this guy, which were also incompatible with Old Fortin's strength.

It's like the existence of two worlds.

"You can't kill me! You can't tear me apart! And this is my world of consciousness, why are you telling me to get out of here!

The old knight clenched his fists and pounced towards the dark figure, although in the spirit world, he couldn't hurt that guy, but that momentum weakened everything around him a little, and then he felt the voice suddenly quiet down.

"Can you hear me?... It's weird, so who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am!"

Old Ferding let go of his fist, and he looked at the dark body that had quieted down in front of him, "I want you to obey me!"

"No!

The voice decisively refused, "Your strength is completely unable to contain my existence, much worse than the first guy I came into contact with, I want to find the most suitable user for me, you... No way!"

Old Fording bared his teeth, but as a veteran, he didn't give up, but said quickly,

"Then you don't want to leave here! I'll trap you forever, you know, I have the ability!"

“…”

The voice fell silent, and after a moment, he seemed to make some concessions,

"Your thinking is very strange! I said it, I'm not suitable for you, your strength is... Well, it's salvation, and I represent death, understand? Forcibly fusing only makes you feel more pain, I'm an axe, I don't suffer, your brain is broken?"

Old Ferding grinned, he saw the hope of victory, it was simpler than he imagined, after all, the sad soul of the shadow had just been born, and the way of thinking was still very simple, so Ferding pondered for a moment and said,

"All weapons mean death. ”

"And I wield death, too, to save, and lo and behold, it's not a conflict, and as for pain, it doesn't matter. ”

The old knight stretched out his hand,

"So until you find a more suitable person, obey me, I need to use your strength, in exchange for the end of the war, that is the really bad business, there is nothing worse than it. ”

After a few seconds of silence, Old Ferding felt a chilling energy slowly wrap around his hand, and the sound that had become quiet, but with a hint of death restlessness suppressed in it.

“… You said, I don't understand... But there seems to be some truth, well, so be it ... My name is Shadow Sorrow, what about you?"

"My name is Fortin, Tirio Fortin!"

"Boom!"

The next moment, the cold, evil, and strong smell of blood energy exploded around Old Ferdin's body, and the darkness that wrapped around Ferdin's small half of his body faded at this moment, mixed with holy light, forcibly squeezing the people around him a few inches.

And the last collision of gold and black light around Old Fordin's body brought up a mist of light, completely submerging the body of the old knight sitting in the chair, and after a few seconds, the smoke also dissipated, and a tall figure came out of the smoke, his armor was tattered, his pale hair was windless, and the battle axe he held in his hand... Ice-blue, filled with death and dark energy, there is also a strange golden edge.

The energies of complete opposites reached some kind of strange balance at this moment, and they were combined.

"You succeeded?"

Mograini looked at the old Fording in front of him with a hint of surprise, and the latter shrugged his shoulders, turned his calm tomahawk back behind him, and showed his left hand to the crowd,

"No... Not entirely successful, but barely sufficient. ”

The paladin's left hand has turned into a strange appearance mixed with gold and black shimmer, the light and shadow are like flowing water covering the paladin's palm, at a certain moment, he will even appear a trace of "transparency", which can be seen in the transparency of white bones, and almost every moment, there are two kinds of energy opposing points of light sprinkled, like ground flesh and blood.

Keep regenerating, keep being destroyed.

This is the "pain" that Shadow Grief said, and as long as Old Fording has this weapon, this confrontation between death and the Holy Light will always exist, just like the weapon told him, it will be the ultimate pain.

"Congratulations, man!"

Sarufar also breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at Old Ferding and gave him a thumbs up, "You're a real tough guy, you've done things that no one else can do. ”

"Hmm... Looks pretty good. ”

Dick glanced at the old Ferdin's glowing palm and nodded, "Then let's move on to the next stage... Shadow Sorrow's soul is still weak, and it's obviously not realistic to let it fight Frost Sorrow now, so we'll have to "cook" a real meal to make it stronger!"

The paladin spread his hands and moved his wrists,

"You're going to love it, I've got a good name for it. ”

"A Thousand Souls Feast!"