The Real Reason for Allying with the Tauren

The throne was stained crimson with blood.

Thrall killed King Terenas!

Experiment 335 was extremely shocked at that moment.

Thrall, the legendary Savior who was said to be benevolent, gentle, kind, helpful, and dedicated to peace between the Alliance and the Horde, was actually a bloodthirsty and cruel executioner.

I would never have believed it if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes.

In an instant, Experiment 335's worldview collapsed.

What's even more frightening is that Uther and Mograine were not surprised at all.

Uther, enraged by Thrall's massacre of his people, glared at Thrall in vain, finding no recourse but to protest loudly.

Mograine, meanwhile, was slurping down the broth, clearly satisfied with its deliciousness, nodding repeatedly as if it were none of his business.

"Ha ha!"

Experiment 335 felt the world was full of madness.

What about the beautiful love between a princess and Prince, the corrupting influence of the Dreadlord, the falling out between master and disciple, the Frostmourne, and the tragedy of the Prince of Lordaeron?

The true history hidden beneath this glorious exterior is as simple and cruel as it seems.

It was merely the slaughter of one race against another, without any elaborate schemes or clever tricks, only naked carnage, with brains and blood flowing on the throne.

This is history.

Experiment 335 stared blankly out the window. The massacre of the city had already begun. The ancient human city of Lordaeron was Anjing heading towards its end amidst the deafening shouts of the Orcs.

Medivh's voice echoed in his ears:

"According to your story, or prophecy, what will be the fate of our tragic Prince Thrall?"

Experiment 335 was slightly taken aback; at that moment, his intelligence returned somewhat.

"They were punished by the messengers of Justice."

"Very good." Medivh's image nodded, gazing at the billowing smoke outside the window, and chuckled wickedly:

"Behold this beautiful carnage, how captivating! I will place all these sins upon the poor Prince Arthas, who is destined to be reviled by all, forever infamous, a sinner in history. As for Thrall, your glory and Justice will endure forever, revered by posterity, making you a great Savior, the most sacred and noble saint in history. Even though Azeroth was destroyed by your hand, your name of Justice will live on in the memories of the survivors."

Thrall grinned, blood still flowing from his mouth.

"Now, our saint, our Savior, should properly receive the esteemed messenger from Kalimdor."

Experiment 335 suddenly felt ridiculous; his role was merely to bring a story to life.

A lie riddled with holes.

Perhaps, it has other uses. Experiment 335 glanced at the beef on the table.

Thrall clapped his hands, and an Orcs Veteran entered the Throne Room.

"Distinguished envoy from Kalimdor, let me introduce you. This is my Strategist Eitrigg, who is also an excellent Chef. He will treat you well, distinguished envoy," Thrall said with a sly smile.

"Eitrigg, the Veteran Orcs?"

"I have seen Orcs who are as respectable as the noblest knights, and I have seen humans who are as Evil as the most cruel Undead Scourge."

Experiment 335 suddenly remembered Tirion Fordring's famous quote.

Now, what is this noblest Orcs doing? He is holding an axe used for chopping bones.

A flash of cold light, and an unbearable pain spread throughout his body.

So this is the "noble knight" in Tirion Fordring's eyes.

Half an hour later, Thrall, looking satisfied after his meal, walked out of the Throne Room one after the other with Eitrigg. He carried several large meat bones in his hands, which he would use to feed his "old dog."

"Not bad cooking," Thrall praised Eitrigg.

"The main reason is that the ingredients are fresh enough. This kind of meat is much better than the ingredients we usually use; it's more powerful, chewy, and nutritious, especially rich in the power of the earth element, which is very helpful for your Shaman practice."

Thrall nodded. "I can feel the Elemental Power within me increasing, as if I could eat this kind of meat every day. I will soon become the most powerful Shaman in Azeroth. It's a pity I only have three heads."

"I've already found out that there are 350,000 of their kind in Mulgore across the Great Sea."

Eitrigg demonstrated the talent expected of a Strategist, sparing no effort in advising Thrall:

"We can ally with them and force them to provide large quantities of meat and dairy products. The Tauren are an omnivorous race; they eat almost anything. On the Battlefield, they can be made to eat grass to survive. They will be excellent meat shields, Charge Warriors, and mobile rations, ensuring our soldiers always have fresh meat to eat and maintain their fighting strength. Their resilient hides can be made into shields and armor, their strong and sharp horns can be forged into weapons, and their thick bones can be used to build tents—they are treasures from head to toe."

Thrall's little eyes darted around, he hesitated for a moment, then nodded with a smile:

"As expected of my Strategist, a brilliant plan! The Tauren are not only mobile rations but also a mobile armory. They can't escape; they're destined to become allies of us Orcs. I increasingly feel that Azeroth Continent is inhabited by a bunch of Imp, a world full of cowards. Their peace and Justice are nothing but excuses for their fear and cowardice. As long as we spread gloom and fear to them, they will kneel down and surrender willingly, Consecration their own flesh and blood."

"Forming an alliance with the Tauren is an essential step for us Orcs to conquer the Azeroth Continent, and I will send people to make it happen," Eitrigg said earnestly.

No rush!

Thrall patted Eitrigg on the shoulder and carefully explained:

"The Guardians ordered us to preserve some of Lordaeron's humans. I deliberately slaughtered Uther's people so that Hearthglen could be saved. Go and talk to Tirion Fordring and see what he thinks. If he surrenders, all the better. Tirion Fordring is weak and not a threat; he can be used by us, even a thorn in the enemy's side, much better than that dangerous Uther. If he doesn't know what's good for him, then let him be destroyed."

The moment King Terenas fell, Arthas, who was traveling with Robbie to Andorhal, suddenly tumbled off his horse, knelt on the ground, and blood streamed from his eyes.

No! You can't!

Please, I beg you.

I promise, I guarantee it.

Arthas was pleading with the Restless Souls! He stood up, blood and tears streaming down his face, a horrifying sight.

"My father was killed by Thrall, and I begged the Restless Souls not to harm him. I agreed to their demands. My father committed an unforgivable crime, but in his final moments he did not run away; he chose to face his Destiny and atone for his mistakes."

At this moment, the Court Mages Kilwinter walked across the desolate Wilderness of the Barrens and arrived at a place called Razorfen Downs. Facing the surging Quilboar, he revealed a look of ecstatic joy.

Although King Terenas' death was expected, Robbie still felt a pang of sadness.

For King Terenas, and for the tragic people of Lordaeron.

"What are the conditions?" Robbie asked.

"Revenge, or Redemption."

Arthas wiped away his tears of blood; his eyes were filled only with the raging flames.