King Terenas remembered that it was a sunny afternoon.
Unable to make a decision, King Terenas summoned the Knight of Light, Uther.
Uther, the legendary hero of the Second War, the chief Paladin of Lordaeron, the spiritual pillar of the Alliance, the symbol of bravery and fearlessness, and the one who proclaims himself to be the Lightbringer of truth.
King Terenas was also eager to hear Truth's opinion on the Orcs.
"I'm so glad you've arrived, Uther," King Terenas said politely.
"Watch your tone. Yes, you are the King of Lordaeron, but I am the spiritual leader of the entire Alliance." Uther's attitude was extremely Pride.
Since he needed their help, King Terenas decided to swallow his pride.
"I won't forget, listen, old friend Uther. There are some things you should know about the Orcs internment camps. The Orcs have become weak; they need meat to recover, and we in Lordaeron can't afford to supply them. Some have suggested killing them all, and I'm hesitating."
Uther was enraged and shouted, "By the Holy Light, how could you have such a cruel thought? Intelligent life should not be mercilessly slaughtered; there must be another way to resolve this!"
"Alright, Uther, perhaps we could plunder grain from the people, but that would be too unfair to the people of Lordaeron." King Terenas scratched his head, well aware of the people's capacity to bear such a burden.
"What? By the Holy Light, this is absolutely unacceptable! You have crossed a terrible line. A proper King must be merciful to his people," Uther immediately retorted.
Killing him is not an option, nor is not killing him. Terenas was speechless for a long time before finally managing to say something.
"Or we could kill some and spare others, limiting the Orcs population so that the people could cope."
King Terenas proposed a solution that satisfied both sides.
"The middle way is unacceptable, Your King." Uther glared angrily. "The Holy Light absolutely forbids us from killing enemies who have laid down their arms. This is an inhumane racial crime. Not a single Orcs can be killed."
King Terenas was completely at a loss; he stared at Uther in utter bewilderment.
"Uther the Light Knight, I believe you have a good solution. Lordaeron needs your guidance."
Uther's face was filled with piety. "The Holy Light will protect us, the Naaru are with us. Time is the best teacher; let time guide you to the right answer, and you will surely find your way out of confusion, dear Your King."
Goodbye.
Uther turned and walked away without looking back.
King Terenas then realized that Uther was a typical non-stick pan; he would never give you any advice, and he would criticize any solution you proposed from a moral high ground.
In fact, despite being adorned with countless accolades, Uther never defeated any enemy of any significant status throughout his life, nor did he have any glorious deeds worthy of praise. The origin of his fame remains a mystery.
Afterwards, despite exhausting the nation's resources, they still couldn't feed the Orcs. As a result, some Orcs became dissatisfied, escaped from the Internment Camps, and attacked people in various places. Thrall was the most notorious among them.
In the name of peace, and more for self-preservation, King Terenas, through the matchmaking of Dalaran Mages, adopted Thrall as his godson and designated him as his heir to the throne.
Uther immediately stepped forward and became Thrall's mentor, wholeheartedly teaching Thrall martial arts and the use of battle formations. His dedication far exceeded that he showed to Prince Arthas.
Thrall's later achievements were largely due to the careful guidance of Uther the Lightbringer.
King Terenas and Thrall became sworn brothers, with Thrall serving as Regent of Lordaeron, signifying that the situation had deteriorated to its extreme.
Uther returned to the Throne Room, glaring at King Terenas.
"King Terenas, you have made the wrong choice. You have dragged the entire Lordaeron into this quagmire. The Order of the Silver Hand will not perish with Lordaeron. From this day forward, we pledge our allegiance to the great Savior Thrall. Guided by the Holy Light, we will follow in the Savior's footsteps and Consecration our lives to saving the Azeroth Continent."
Uther's attitude was not surprising; he was simply a representative of the many nobles.
When King Terenas was unable to make a decision, almost everyone, like Uther, condemned the King for his inhumanity in the slaughter of Orcs. But when King Terenas faced Medivh alone and needed support, everyone chose to protect themselves!
Uther strode to the throne, pulled out a pre-drafted decree, handed it to the King, and loudly proclaimed:
"King Terenas, Baron Rivendare has wantonly destroyed the friendship between Lordaeron and the Orcs during the war against Orcs. Regent Thrall is very displeased with this, and it is an unforgivable war crime. For the safety of Azeroth, you need to issue another decree to punish Baron Rivendare for treason and order him to commit suicide immediately. The decree has been written; you only need to affix your seal."
"Baron Rivendare has betrayed his country? Are you insane, Uther?"
King Terenas instinctively retorted, but upon seeing Uther's fierce face, he quickly begged for mercy:
"Fine, you decide." The King reluctantly handed over his seal.
Uther took the seal and carefully stamped it on the decree.
"Haha, peace has returned once more, Azeroth has been saved once more."
Uther accepted the decree without saying goodbye to the King and left with great interest.
"Baron Rivendare is Lordaeron's last hope; he absolutely cannot be harmed," Arthas whispered.
"Prince Highness, leave this matter to me."
Robbie waved to Arthas, signaling Arthas to stay, and secretly followed him. Luckily, Uther wasn't on horseback. He picked up the hammer he had left by the door and went to rest at a nearby inn.
Robbie knew he was no match for Uther the Lightbringer; the difference in their strength was too great, and he could only win through strategy.
Finding a secluded corner, Robbie donned his Orcs disguise and waited by the inn.
The task of conveying the King's decree would certainly not be carried out by Uther himself.
Not long after, Uther's personal guards led their horses out of the inn, Robbie stepped forward to stop them.
When the guard saw a strong Orcs approaching, he immediately bowed and scraped, offering a fawning greeting.
"I am Thrall Faction, the Savior. Show me the decree addressed to Baron Rivendare."
The guard dared not disobey the Orcs lord's orders, nor did he dare to doubt them, so he quickly took out the decree and handed it to Robbie.
"Why is there no signature of Regent Thrall on this? Foolish Silver Hand, have you forgotten who the true ruler of Lordaeron is? Do you intend to betray your country?"
The guard was stunned. He was accused of treason, and he didn't know how to respond.
"I've taken the decree with me. After Savior Thrall affixes his seal, we'll send it to Baron Rivendare. You may return now, young knight."
Robbie didn't care whether his guards agreed or not, and simply turned and left.
The guards hesitated for a long time, unsure whether to pursue or not, and had no choice but to return to report to Uther.
"We have fulfilled our mission."
Robbie delivered the decree he had received to Arthas.
"Rest for the night," Arthas said. "Tomorrow, we'll go see Baron Rivendare."