On the high platform, King Terenas's bloodied and mangled body swayed gently, like a skinned dog.
The people below were terrified.
The Orcs' so-called benevolence and kindness would never be believed by the people burdened with deep-seated hatred, no matter how many times they heard it.
But only fear penetrates the human heart.
Only then did the people realize the terrifying power of the Peace Doves; even the King was not immune, and they began to consider whether they should accept them.
Since we can't resist, we can only silently endure it; that's life.
After the speech, Uther personally treated the King.
Healed by Holy Light, the King wished to die but could not.
After recovering from his injuries, King Terenas launched into a tirade:
"Uther, are you betraying me? You know perfectly well that Orcs are cruel and bloodthirsty, yet you stood by and watched them approach me."
Uther said solemnly, "Your King, personal honor and disgrace are insignificant. Your sacrifice is worthwhile for the Peace Dove. The people have already accepted the Peace Dove."
"But I am the King!" Terenas roared angrily. "I will not allow this to happen again!"
Uther said coldly, "Today's speech was very effective and must continue; this is all the wish of the Guardian Medivh."
Terenas, filled with regret, exclaimed in horror, "No, we can't go on! My God, have you all gone mad?"
Uther reassured him, "Don't worry, Your King, you'll soon come to like it and enjoy it."
The speaking tour continued, and King Terenas was tortured by the Orcs each time until he was on his last breath.
Surprisingly, it worked quite well, and the Peace Dove gradually gained acceptance.
Later generations studying the relationship between humans and Orcs found it very strange why the Peace Dove was so deeply ingrained in people's minds.
Six years after the Dark Portal, the Second War ended. In just over a decade, by the time the Dark Portal 20, the Alliance had forgotten their hatred and were fighting the Burning Legion alongside the Orcs at Mount Hyjal.
It's an incredible miracle that one can forget hatred so quickly.
No one knows how many sacrifices King Terenas made, even sacrificing the entire Kingdom of Lordaeron.
In Hearthglen, Robbie and Krasus watched Terenas being tortured by Orcs on the high platform.
Krasus shook his head. "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would never have imagined that such a thing could have happened in Lordaeron."
Robbie said sympathetically, "You don't want the Dragonkin to become like that, do you?"
"I don't know, but there's an emotion pervading the Dragonkin."
Krasus shook his head in confusion. "I don't know if it's right or wrong, but many dragons are willing to die for the Queen, even though they are suffering and under unprecedented pressure."
Learning from past mistakes, the Dragonkin must change if they do not wish to follow in Lordaeron's footsteps.
With the help of the Infinite Dragonlord Murozond, Robbie and Krasus returned to the Timeline of the Age of Holy Light.
Out of his aversion to the Infinite Dragonflight, Krasus kept silent about the experience and, carrying the golden orb filled with Soul Fire, returned to the Wyrmrest Temple with Robbie.
At the top of the Wyrmrest Temple, the Red Dragon Queen lay languidly, while not far away, the Galakrond's Rest was still bustling with activity.
Krasus tried his best to calm himself down and shake off the discomfort of time travel, lest the Queen discover his secret.
Fortunately, the Red Dragon Queen's mind wasn't on Krasus; she seemed to be thinking about something.
Krasus presented a golden orb, collected from Theramore and filled with Soul Fire, but the Queen didn't even glance at it and casually placed it aside.
The Queen's attitude clearly demonstrates that Krasus was not the only gatherer.
"There have been some changes in Karazhan." The Red Dragon Queen tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, "Never mind, Korialstrasz's, go and receive the Green Dragonflight's emissary."
Krasus let out a long breath, and asked with a puzzled look, "I heard that the Green Dragonflight hasn't chosen a new king yet."
A cold smile crept across the Red Dragon Queen's lips.
"Everyone says Xavius ambushed Ysera. I don't understand how an Imp could kill the Dragon King. Go and sound him out; I suspect Ysera might be hiding somewhere."
Krasus arrived at the lower level of the Wyrmrest Temple and saw a familiar figure, his eyes immediately lighting up.
"Eranikus, it's you! I didn't expect you to still be alive."
Eranikus was an elegant and beautiful male Dragon, a powerful general in the Green Dragonflight, and Legendary has it that he was one of Ysera's consorts.
Unfortunately, like the frustrated Krasus, he was not favored by his respective queens and was in a rather awkward position.
The two dragons appreciated each other and formed a deep friendship.
"The filthy Gurubashi Trolls can't kill me."
Eranikus, now in his Elf form, said sadly:
"You should know what happened in the Emerald Dream. My dear queen was first corrupted by Xavius, then ambushed by Velen, and nearly turned into Holy Dragon."
"I deeply regret what happened to Queen Ysera," Krasus said sympathetically. "If you seek revenge, I hope I can assist you."
Eranikus shook his head. "Revenge can be put aside for now. The Green Dragonflight Clan is leaderless and urgently needs to choose a Dragon King. You know I am the Red Dragon Queen's most powerful consort and the most qualified to inherit this position."
Krasus chuckled inwardly. Although the Green Dragonflight was small, Eranikus's size and strength were not among the top ranks. He wondered where Eranikus got his confidence from.
Eranikus said seriously, "I hope to gain the support of the Red Dragonflight."
Since the Black Dragonflight withdrew from the Azeroth, the Red Dragonflight has been the undisputed Overlord, wielding immense power and influence.
Krasus said somewhat awkwardly, "To be honest, several members of the Green Dragonflight have approached Her Majesty the Queen. I support you, but unfortunately, the Queen's attitude is unclear."
Eranikus said confidently, "I won't put you in a difficult position. I hope to make a deal. Queen Ysera saw some visions in the deepest part of the Nightmare before she died. You probably don't understand Nightmares. Nightmares are connected to the real world, and occasionally a scene from the future appears. The Queen couldn't be sure if it would happen, so she only told me about it, naming it the Hour of Twilight."
"What does 'Hour of Twilight' mean?" Krasus asked, puzzled.
Eranikus explained, "This is related to Deathwing. Previously, we only knew that there were nine Dragons in the history of Azeroth. With the addition of the current Holy Dragon, there are a total of ten colors. Deathwing spawned the Twilight Dragon, which is an abnormal phenomenon and could potentially trigger a chain reaction, leading to a cataclysmic change in Azeroth."
Krasus frowned; he knew exactly what the birth of a new species of Dragon meant.
Twilight Dragons are the offspring of Void Dragons and Black Dragons.
Initially, some Dragon Eggs in Outland were infected by the infusion of Void Energy, leading to the birth of Void Dragons.
Void Dragons are powerful, but unfortunately, their energy is unstable.
The Twilight Dragon inherits the Void Dragon's ability to travel through the soul, switching between reality and Void. Its energy is also more stable, giving it an advantage over the Five Dragonflights.
Eranikus continued, " At the Hour of Twilight, the Twilight Dragons multiplied uncontrollably, seizing all living space. Red Dragons, Blue Dragonflight, Green Dragonflight, and Bronze Dragonflight will all meet their end. My queen sees an opportunity; if we seize this opportunity, we can turn the tide."