Although Barthilas only gave Tirion Fordring three days, he knew very well that it would be unwise to go directly to Uther. Uther was a complete fool who always talked about the Holy Light and was utterly unreasonable and lacked any sense of humanity.
Uther's protection of the Orcs stems from a deep-seated fanaticism. He is most likely to kill Tirion Fordring with a single blow, then lead his men to raze Hearthglen, and will absolutely not spare Tirion Fordring's wife and children.
It's also impossible for him to go to Thrall; the enraged Orcs chieftain might very well turn Tirion Fordring into a less-than-appetizing dinner.
After much deliberation, Dathrohan decided to seek out his old friend Dathrohan to discuss and decide on the next course of action.
Saidan Dathrohan, one of the five Paladin, Grand Commander of the Silver Hand, second only to the Spiritual Faith, Uther the Lightbringer.
He was a fanatical Paladin who always shared the hardships of the Warriors, eating and sleeping in the military camp.
Dathrohan was originally the chief knight under a lord of Lordaeron. During the war against the Orcs, the young lord of Dathrohan was killed in action. For the sake of the people of the land, Dathrohan married the lord's young and beautiful widow and inherited the lord's position.
In the Silver Hand's camp, Tirion Fordring secretly found Dathrohan.
Upon entering the camp, Tirion Fordring saw a strong man who was over two meters tall and had a booming voice. He was probably the tallest Paladin of the time. He was sitting on his cot, frowning as he read a letter.
Upon seeing Tirion Fordring enter, Dathrohan quickly put away the letters.
"My old friend Tirion Fordring, it's a pleasure to see you. What brings you here? Are you reminiscing about your glorious military days? Haha, you've come at just the right time! We have a great battle to fight now. The Evil people of Lordaeron must be wiped out, and the traitors of Stratholme are plotting to destroy Azeroth. We must utterly crush their conspiracy."
"Dathrohan, my most trusted friend, I hope you can help me out of consideration for our past relationship."
Tirion Fordring looked agitated. He was extremely cautious, and only after checking that no one was outside the tent did he unhook his hood, immediately revealing his scarred face. The wounds from his battle with the Orcs Eitrigg were still not fully healed.
"You're injured, Tirion Fordring." Dathrohan's face immediately blazed with anger as he protested, "Tell me who did this! I will avenge you! I will show him the might of the Silver Hand's Holy Light!"
"I knew you were my most trusted friend." Tirion Fordring smiled with relief. "It was the Orcs Eitrigg who injured me. It was an unfair duel. I had already won, but he wouldn't let it go."
Dathrohan stood there stunned for a long while, then patted Tirion Fordring hard on the shoulder.
"Haha, Tirion Fordring, this is something to celebrate! We Paladins must be spurred on by the great Orcs to stay on the right path. I'll help you with this. I'll take you to the Orcs camp. Thrall is a magnanimous Savior. If you sincerely beg for mercy on your knees, he will spare you. Trust me."
"It's not about that." Tirion Fordring shook his head, his face ashen, and said sorrowfully, "It's about the esteemed Eitrigg. He's been kidnapped by a treacherous villain, and his life is in grave danger. I ran out to ask for help."
Tirion Fordring recounted his two negotiations with Eitrigg, emphasizing Barthilas's sudden rise to power. He noted that Barthilas's powerful and Evil strength caught Tirion Fordring off guard, leading to the treacherous kidnapping of the respected Eitrigg.
"This is a crime, the most heinous war crime, an unforgivable act of heresy. A great intelligent race should not suffer such torment. Barthilas must have been bewitched by Demons. He is destined to pay the price for his actions, and his soul must be tormented a thousand times over."
Dathrohan's voices rose louder and louder as he denounced Barthilas's crimes.
Suddenly remembering that the Dreadlord was an ally of the Orcs, and therefore the Demons should be on the side of Justice, I immediately changed my tune:
"Barthilas must have been bewitched by the Destroyer of Stratholme. This matter is of utmost importance, concerning the life and death of Azeroth. I must Thrall to Uther and Savior immediately."
"Wait, Dathrohan." Tirion Fordring decided to make one last contribution for the people of Hearthglen:
"This was Barthilas's personal act; the people of Hearthglen are innocent."
Dathrohan shook his head righteously in denial. "The people of Hearthglen have actually tolerated such Evil humans. They have no reason to live anymore. Becoming food for the noble Orcs might atone for even a fraction of their sins."
"But my wife and son are innocent. Please, help me."
Tirion Fordring had no choice but to abandon the people and fight for the lives of his wife and children.
Dathrohan frowned deeply, sighing repeatedly, and looked sadly at Tirion Fordring, saying:
"Tirion Fordring, your understanding in this matter is poor. Who doesn't love their wife and children? But for the sake of Azeroth, for the great Orcs to have enough to eat, some sacrifices are worthwhile. The safety of Azeroth is the greater good, your personal family is just a minor matter. Sacrificing your family for the greater good, abandoning minor matters for the greater good—this is the character Paladin should possess."
Tirion Fordring was stunned, unable to believe that his best friend had said this.
How could you talk like that?
Tirion Fordring was deeply hurt by the words of his most trusted old friend Dathrohan.
Thinking back to himself, he realized he had said similar things to civilians who were about to become Orcs rations. Only when it came to Tirion Fordring himself did he realize how tragic and shameless those words were.
"Dathrohan, you are also a husband and father with a wife and children, a lord with subjects. Don't you care about your wife and children? Don't you love your people? Can you just sit and watch them be slaughtered?"
"I can!"
Upon hearing Tirion Fordring's question, Dathrohan's tall frame swayed violently, nearly collapsing to the ground. Tirion Fordring reacted quickly, helping him up. Dathrohan gave a bitter smile, "Tirion Fordring, everything is going dark."
"Just three days ago, the Orcs trampled my territory, slaughtered all my people, my gentle and lovely wife, my seven-year-old son and my daughter who was not yet three years old, and my elderly parents all became food for the Orcs. Yes, it was my own choice. I personally offered everything to the Orcs."
Dathrohan looked at Tirion Fordring, who was staring in shock, shook his head painfully, and said with a bitter laugh, "You read that right. I am a coward, an Imp, a shameless the Betrayer. Every single crime we committed against the people has come back to haunt us. You think that's all? Tirion Fordring, look at this."
He pulled a letter from his pocket and tossed it to Tirion Fordring, Tirion Fordring quickly unfolded it and began to read.
This letter came from a Dreadlord named Balnazzar.
"Insignificant Saidan Dathrohan, the despicable Uther introduced you to me. Your rather strong physique caught my attention. We Dreadlords have very high requirements for the bodies we descend to, and your body barely meets the requirements. The other candidates are too poor, so we had to reluctantly accept you. It's a pity that you cultivate the Holy Light. To us Dreadlords, the Holy Light is almost like poison."
"From this day forward, you must cultivate the Fel Secret Arts I have taught you, gradually extinguishing the Holy Light within you. The Fel will transform your body, making it a suitable Vessel for the Nathrezim to descend. Once your body is transformed, your filthy soul will have no reason to exist. I, the great Dreadlord Balnazzar, will devour your soul, bringing new life to Azeroth. This is a great honor; do not refuse, for you know the consequences."