King Terenas was bewildered, not knowing how he had offended Medivh.
Lord Prestor should be the one punished, why should I be the one punished? It doesn't make sense.
He couldn't understand the meaning of Medivh; what should he do?
Terenas was frantic, like an ant on a hot pan, and had no choice but to consult the Court Mages Amnennar, who had delivered the message to Medivh.
"What did Medivh do after receiving my letter? What was his attitude? Did he get angry? Tell me everything you saw and heard in Karazhan."
Amnennar lowered his head and recalled carefully:
"When you went to see Medivh, you only waited for five hours at the entrance of the Karazhan library. Medivh was very pleased. You know he's usually stingy, but that day he treated me to a piece of Osmanthus Cake and opened the letter in front of me. After reading Medivh just sneered and told me to wait a moment while he went to retrieve Prestor's head, and that I should take it back with me."
"And then?" Terenas asked anxiously.
"I saw Medivh open the Portal and leave with my own eyes. I waited for him in the library for a long time, but he didn't return. As night fell, the Curator asked me to leave, and the butler arranged for me to stay in a guest room. I waited several days before I received news of Medivh. I saw him in the library, but we were far apart, and there was a Magic Barrier blocking my view; I could only vaguely see Medivh's shadow. He told me that the problem in Alterac had been resolved and asked me to give you this reply."
With no useful information available, Terenas sighed. Was the House Menethil truly coming to an end?
Seeing that no one was around, Amnennar said in a low voice:
"Your King, please allow me to say a few more words. When I left Karazhan, I saw an Orcs corpse hanging at the entrance; it had died a gruesome death. I suspect Medivh is disgusted with the Orcs and needs you to kill all the Orcs in the Internment Camp. But it was Medivh who opened the Dark Portal and brought the Orcs in; he's embarrassed to contradict himself, so he didn't say it outright."
Terenas took a slight breath. It wasn't that they hadn't considered killing all the Orcs in the Internment Camp, as it would solve Lordaeron's food problem.
Terenas, however, also had his pride. He had stood up against all odds to establish the Internment Camp, and now he was personally ending the Orcs —wouldn't that be a slap in his own face?
Face is of utmost importance to a King, Terenas would rather see countless people starve and suffer than compromise his own dignity.
Seeing the King hesitate, Amnennar advised again, "Prestor is just a mortal, no match for Medivh. I suspect he must have made a deal with Medivh. Considering the current situation in Altairank, it's not hard to guess."
"You mean, Ogres?" Terenas seemed to understand something.
"Why would Medivh be interested in Orcs? Because they are a new species. I'm also a mage, so I can understand Medivh's actions."
Glancing uneasily out the window, Amnennar continued:
"It's a pity the Orcs were defeated; it was we humans who defeated them. Medivh must be very disappointed in the Orcs. The reason we didn't wipe them out is because we had no new toys. Orcs may be strong, but they can't learn advanced magic. Ogres are stronger than Orcs, and they can also learn magic; they're better toys than Orcs."
Terenas suddenly realized, "I see. No wonder Prestor was able to persuade Medivh; that guy always does things the opposite of what you expect."
Amnennar added fuel to the fire, "Your King, you cannot hesitate any longer. Prestor is too cunning. If you don't eliminate the Orcs, he will replace you."
Terenas was persuaded. He frowned and thought for a long time before waving his hand and saying, "Amnennar, you can go now. Let me think about it carefully."
After Amnennar left, Uther the Lightbringer entered through the door.
"What does a mere Court Mages know?" Uther scoffed. "King Majesty, we are all under the protection of the Holy Light. Why not follow Holy Light guidance?"
Terenas's eyes lit up; how could he have forgotten the Holy Light? He quickly grabbed Uther's arm.
"Tell me quickly, how does the Holy Light guide us?"
Uther's eyes gleamed with golden light:
"I see the future: the Orcs have conquered Stormwind City, Ironforge is their Orcs shop, Gnomes are Orcs pets, Gilneas is in ruins, the Orcs banners fly over Silvermoon City, the Trolls of Zul'Aman have become Orcs slaves, they have occupied most of the Eastern Kingdoms, only Lordaeron has been spared."
King Terenas said with a bitter face, "So it's all because of me that the people of Azeroth have suffered so much."
"This is an inevitable outcome of historical development. Even without establishing Internment Camp, the result would be the same. Under the relentless march of history, individual will is utterly useless." Uther's face shone with golden light, like that of a preaching Priest.
"King Majesty, you need not blame yourself. In fact, it was because of your decision that Lordaeron was preserved. You treat the Orcs kindly, and the Orcs will treat you kindly in return. They know what gratitude is."
Terenas was persuaded, "According to the prophecy of the Holy Light, Medivh's so-called sincerity is to make us treat the Orcs more kindly, but Lordaeron has no surplus food."
Uther was prepared. "King Majesty, the Orcs need more than just material satisfaction; they also need spiritual support. They need to be respected and recognized by the people."
"This..." Terenas looked troubled.
Uther said, "Your King, the Holy Light is infallible. In the near future, the Orcs will conquer the Eastern Kingdoms. We must befriend the Orcs to survive. If the people hold onto hatred, they will only perish under the Orcs' attack. For the sake of Lordaeron, you must think carefully."
Terenas hesitated, "You want me to tell the people that Orcs are benevolent and kind? How is that possible? Do you know how many people have been eaten by Orcs? An entire generation of young people in Lordaeron died on the Battlefield. This is a blood feud, an eternal hatred that can never be resolved."
Uther chuckled and said, "The common people are just mindless puppets. We can tell them that this is all a conspiracy by the Burning Legion, that the Orcs are inherently good, and that they only turned against humans because of the Burning Legion's influence. By the way, I heard that the Orcs drank the Blood of Mannoroth to increase their Berserk duration. Isn't that a ready-made excuse?"
Terenas's mind cleared up, as if the clouds had parted to reveal the sun:
"They say that drinking Blood of Mannoroth will drastically change the Orcs' temperament, making them Bloodlust, but that excuse is too flimsy. Would anyone believe it?"
Uther said viciously, "If you don't believe me, we'll feed him to the Orcs. Don't worry, Your King, a lie repeated a thousand times becomes the truth."
Terenas was politically astute and knew how to manipulate people.
"That's not enough. We need to promote Orcs culture, guide Orcs fashion, have people wear Orcs clothes, eat Orcs food, and I will lead by example. It's all for peace."
Uther knelt on one knee. "Your King, how fortunate are the people of Lordaeron to have you as our leader, with your vision and foresight."
Terenas nodded with satisfaction. "We need a lot of manpower and a well-organized system. Since our goal is to make peace with the Orcs, let's call it the Peace Dove."