Arthas emerged from the shadows, and the first thing he did was crouch down and pick up the crystal shards dropped by the elemental princess Missrael.
These crystal fragments can store massive amounts of Power of the Holy Light, and are the source of Uther's endless Holy Light.
"This is power," Arthas said.
Arthas was now using the Orb of Deception, and appeared to be an Orcs Warrior carrying a longsword.
The guards on the palace wall clicked their tongues in astonishment. Below were two Orcs, one of whom had just defeated Uther. Neither Orcs nor the Silver Hand were people the guards, who were so hungry they couldn't even lift a weapon, dared to provoke.
Nowadays, Orcs roam Lordaeron, a privileged race that can eat whomever they want, braise them if they want, or steam them if they want.
If it were Prince Arthas, they might dare to reprimand him, after all, even King Terenas was verbally attacked by the ladies-in-waiting, let alone His Highness the Prince had already been banished.
Arthas carefully picked up the crystal shards, Robbie, after catching his breath, also squatted down to help.
"Robbie, the crystal shards are your spoils of war. I won't take advantage of you. I just want to study why they can store Holy Light, and then have the craftsmen make some more," Arthas said matter-of-factly.
"To have it crafted by artisans" seems to have been a mantra of Arthas.
But these are crystal fragments that can store Holy Light, so they must be related to the Naaru.
Craftsmen couldn't create something like that.
Robbie didn't say anything; he knew very well that Arthas was an honest man who kept his word.
"Uther is too concerned with his image," Arthas sighed. "You deceived him, saying that Thrall Faction you, but inside he's bleeding, filled with regret, and hates Thrall to the core. But he can't show it, otherwise he'd lose face terribly, so he can only stubbornly say he wants to follow Thrall."
Robbie thought about it carefully and realized that it made sense.
"What if Uther encounters Thrall again? Will my attempts to sow discord have any effect?" Robbie asked.
Arthas smiled and shook his head:
"All Thrall has to do is offer Uther a single blade of grass, Uther 'll wag his tail and pounce on it like a dog. I know these kinds of people very well. They talk about honor and Justice all the time, but deep down they have none of those things. All that's left is the exchange of benefits. Oh, and they call that maturity."
Arthas shrugged and gave a wry smile.
"When I served in the Order of the Silver Hand, they told me more than once that I wasn't mature enough. Paladins have many principles to follow: humility, integrity, Mercy, courage, and justice. I've always tried my best to uphold them. I always felt that one shouldn't say one thing and do another, living in one's own lies. Uther is a typical example of this. He often preached that one shouldn't fight with anger in one's heart. If we let our anger turn into Bloodlust, then we become no different from Orcs. Now he himself has joined the Orcs. He's right, I'm really not a good disciple of his."
"It seems Uther was right, Thrall has truly learned from him." Robbie picked up the last crystal shard.
Arthas placed the crystal shards into an exquisite box, stood up, and said:
"Let's go see Baron Rivendare. The situation in Lordaeron has deteriorated to this point; there's no need for the Baron to hold out any longer. Leading a portion of the people away is the best option. I think Gilneas, Kul Tiras, and Kingdom of Stormwind are all willing to accept a powerful army capable of defeating the Orcs."
Grom Hellscream's Wilderness of activity is located in western Lordaeron, southwest of Nightmare Vale, near Silverpine Forest.
This place is covered with large black pine forests, rocks and caves, and various treacherous swamps, making its terrain quite complex. It is a natural hiding place, and because it is shrouded in black mist all year round, it is called the Blackmist Wilderness.
Baron Rivendare established Blackmist Fortress in the area near Nightmare Vale, firmly guarding the exit from Blackmist Wilderness. Since the Guardians forbade the destruction of the Warsong Clan, the Baron had no choice but to hold out here.
Robbie and Arthas set off together, and both the Holy Light Orcs and the exiled Prince of Lordaeron could attract the attention of the Guardians.
To avoid suspicion, Arthas specifically found two carriages, in which the two men usually hid.
The roads in Lordaeron were in bad condition, and after a whole day of swaying and rocking in the carriage, Robbie felt like his back was about to break.
In the evening, Robbie jumped off the carriage to stretch his legs.
"Take a look at this."
Arthas handed over something: a piece of assembled circular crystal.
Robbie stared at Arthas in astonishment. There were hundreds of crystal shards, and he had managed to piece them all together in just one day.
"After the crystal was pieced together, I tried infusing it with Power of the Holy Light, and all the fragments fused together, becoming a perfect piece of Holy Light crystal." Arthas said thankfully, "Luckily Uther didn't discover this secret."
Robbie thought to himself, "Uther won't have your patience."
Robbie looked on in surprise as he carefully examined the magical crystal.
The Rizebu Crystal, the source of Holy Light for Ashbringer, bears the mark of a hand.
On this crystal, however, is the head of Demons with its eyes closed, and two curved demon horns are clearly visible.
Andorhal, a small Orcs Camp.
In the center of the camp stood three inward-curving stone pillars. Unlike the rugged style of the Orcs, the pillars were covered with intricate and elaborate Runes, which was the most cutting-edge research result even in the magical kingdom of Dalaran.
In the center of the area enclosed by three stone pillars, green energy is slowly rotating; this is a Portal to another world.
A Demons Altar stood right in front of the Portal.
Jaina maintained her perfect smile, looking at her masterpiece with delight.
The Orcs' work was not meticulous enough; the Portal they built was very unstable, and even communication with Demons was intermittent. The mages of Dalaran were far superior in this kind of delicate operation, and after Jaina's improvements, the Portal was finally able to function properly.
"Look, look, our lovely human little girl, what a perfect result!"
Thrall trembled with excitement as he pleaded with his arms outstretched toward the Portal.
"Mal'Ganis, your loyal servant offers you a sacrifice."
Orcs soldiers drove away the civilians, survivors they had painstakingly searched out of Andorhal, a land teeming with the Undead. Most of them were young people, some even innocent teenagers, and young women carrying babies.
People wailed and walked miserably into the green energy, where they were completely swallowed up.
Jaina maintained her smile, finding it strange that she felt no emotion whatsoever, even though she had felt genuine compassion when facing the Orcs child.
"So this is my true nature," Jaina thought to herself with a self-deprecating smile.
Better to befriend a friendly nation than to befriend a domestic slave.
The young woman handed the baby in her arms to Jaina. She had to admit that Jaina was blonde and blue-eyed, with exquisite features, and her noble demeanor was particularly deceptive.
Jaina's smile remained unchanged; with a gentle flick of her wrist, the baby flew into the green energy.
"No!"
A young woman rushes towards her child.
"Well done, Jaina," Thrall nodded in praise.
"Grom Hellscream is a formidable old Orcs. I've heard he drinks a cup of Blood of Mannoroth every day, Demon Blood, and only Demons can defeat him."