Do you know how terrifying Baron Rivendare is?
Uther's tone was filled with awe; as the proud leader of the Order of the Silver Hand, he rarely spoke to others in such a manner.
"He cornered the Warsong Clan seven times, and on three occasions, his blade was at Grom Hellscream's neck. If the Guardian hadn't arrived in time, Gorehowl would have already changed masters."
The young knights of the Silver Hand were filled with fervor. To have pushed the Warsong Clan, the most powerful of the Orcs, to this point, and to have had three opportunities to take Grom Hellscream's head—these were true warriors.
During the Second War, the Silver Hand distinguished themselves in battle, especially by daring to directly challenge the Orcs formations, a feat that was widely celebrated after the war.
But the Veteran experienced that war all know that it was a glory built on human lives. The fighting was so brutal that many Veterans were left with deep and lasting psychological trauma.
"Thrall has received my true teachings, but he is still too young and inexperienced. Grom Hellscream is unruly and difficult to control, and the Warsong Clan's attitude is unclear. They may not be able to cooperate closely with Thrall."
Uther's eyes were filled with sorrow, and he suddenly waved his hand, saying:
"The best strategy is to lure Baron Rivendare away, creating an opportunity for Thrall to subdue the Warsong Clan. Once the Orcs are united and the Clans are no longer divided, with the addition of our Silver Hand, Baron Rivendare will not be difficult to deal with."
"I, this old man, will have to make the trip myself to the palace and ask the senile Terenas for a new royal decree. I hope the Savior Thrall will remember my kindness. Men, help me change and put on my armor. There can be no carelessness when meeting the King; we, the Knights of the Silver Hand, must display our majesty."
"Uther wants to come to the Royal Palace alone late at night; this is a perfect opportunity."
Arthas, guided by the spirits of the Restless Souls, happily told Robbie.
"Prince Highness, in order to avoid retaliating against the Silver Hand, and especially to prevent harm to King Terenas, we must act as Orcs and take this opportunity to sow discord between the Silver Hand and the Orcs."
Arthas nodded. "That's a good idea, very thoughtful."
"There's another problem," Robbie said, shaking his head as he looked at Arthas, who was eager to try and take action himself.
"Prince Highness, you are Uther's apprentice, and he taught you all your combat skills. Uther knows you as well as you know him, so only I can take action this time. The Orcs' disguise must not be exposed."
Although Arthas was very unwilling, he knew how important Orcs disguise was, and nodded helplessly.
"Hopefully, Guardian Medivh won't come; he's quite interested in the Holy Light Orcs," Robbie said worriedly.
"Don't worry, the Restless Souls told me that Medivh is currently in Andorhal, searching for Kel'Thuzad with a large contingent of the Silver Hand." Arthas paused, then continued, "Jaina is among them."
"That puts my mind at ease. Even if Medivh were to get here, it would take him some time, enough for us to retreat." Robbie thought this was feasible; according to the Guardians ' historical records, Uther was killed by Arthas.
In this Timeline, Robbie is a non-existent person, so it's reasonable to attribute Uther's death to Arthas.
"Uther's Earthshaker is terrifying; we need an Epic weapon, Robbie."
The Royal Palace Warehouse of Lordaeron.
The two continued on their way, passing by empty warehouses.
"The weapons seized from the Orcs after their defeat and surrender were all kept here."
Arthas looked bitter and said sullenly:
"The first thing Thrall did upon becoming the heir to the throne of Lordaeron was to empty the entire armory. This included weapons seized from the Orcs, but mostly Lordaeron's own stockpile. Look, now we don't even have weapons. How are we supposed to fight the Orcs?"
"Only a few junkyards survived. I know there's an Epic weapon hidden there, a two-handed greatsword called Destiny. Uther doesn't know this."
Destiny, this was a very famous weapon in the early days of World of Warcraft, I never expected to see it in its true form here.
Pushing open the creaking, dilapidated wooden door, Arthas and Robbie entered a large, dusty warehouse.
This place is piled with junk: longswords with only hilts remaining, shields full of cracks, and rusty, broken armor, all beyond repair and covered in a thick layer of dust.
Judging from the style of these tattered weapons, they don't seem to be equipment used in the two Orcs Wars. They can probably be traced back to the even older Troll Wars, which were also the founding wars of Lordaeron.
"Let me think, where does Destiny hide?"
Standing before the mountain of tattered equipment, Arthas pondered for a moment:
Yes, right here.
Amidst a pile of rusty axes, Robbie helped move the clutter, and Arthas laboriously pulled out a long chest. Opening the chest, he untied the oilcloth binding it, revealing a gleaming two-handed sword before them.
"Here you go, Robbie, try it out. This is an Epic weapon, it gives a huge boost to strength." Arthas enthusiastically handed "Destiny" to Robbie.
It's a very nice two-handed sword, gleaming with a cold light and incredibly sharp. Holding it in my hand, I can clearly feel a power coursing through my entire body, though this power boost is negligible for Robbie.
Although it's a two-handed sword, the blade is rather thin and too light to hold, Robbie dislikes.
Robbie tried dancing a few times, then took a step back and accidentally crushed a wooden crate on the ground.
"What is this?" Arthas exclaimed.
A strange weapon was revealed inside the dilapidated wooden crate.
Judging from its shape, this should be considered a giant axe. The front part is an oval shape with a width of over one meter. The double-edged blade is not sharpened and is integrated with the extended handle, indicating that it is made from a single piece of metal. The tail is slightly curved and has many uneven particles, which are treated to prevent slipping.
It was made of an unknown metal, with a dark green sheen and no trace of rust.
Arthas tried to lift it, straining with all his might, his face turning red, but he didn't budge.
Robbie followed closely behind, grabbed the axe handle, and lifted it up with all his might.
"What a domineering giant axe! Its great skill lies in its apparent clumsiness, and its powerful attack is without sharpness. It is exactly the weapon I like."
Arthas looked at the strangely shaped, particularly ugly, giant axe with a puzzled expression.
"I'll check the inventory records; there must be a record of this weapon."
After searching through a pile of rotten old papers for a long time, Arthas finally found the relevant records.
"During an exploration of Undercity, a giant axe was found in one of the rooms. Yes, that's it, Robbie. This is a weapon from the World of the Dead; it's probably an ominous object."
"It's alright. From now on, its name is the Axe of Tyranny."
Robbie licked his lips and said.