"Tie it up securely, and hang it up."
"That Orcs is really heavy!"
"That's right, that's Saurfang the Great! Haha, I never thought Orcs hero would kneel down and beg for mercy."
"Are we just going to let him go like this? That damned executioner, how many of our comrades has he devoured?"
The Paladins bound Saurfang the Great tightly, lifted him up with all their might, and raised him to the top of the flagpole.
"Don't worry, the Undead will take care of him for us."
The ordinary soldiers were unaware of Medivh's protection of Saurfang; this was the only explanation Mograine could offer.
Seeing Saurfang bound like a dumpling atop the tall flagpole, Mograine felt a surge of vengeful pleasure.
Saurfang swayed in the wind atop the flagpole, only able to let out mournful screams. He was covered in blood, with blood flowing from his mouth and nose, and countless bones were broken.
The Paladins showed no mercy to the beast that had devoured their comrade; they merely ensured his survival.
Mograine silently pondered his next move. He ordered all weapons and provisions to be taken away, and the siege equipment that was difficult to move was simply burned.
As a high-ranking officer of the Silver Hand, Mograine knew where to hide. Behind Light's Hope Chapel, through a rugged mountain valley, in a dense forest untouched by the Plague, lay a secret Silver Hand base. Its strategic location made it easy to defend and difficult to attack, an excellent place to live.
Not long after Mograine withdrew, a group of Undead stormed into the Orcs camp.
They lit a campfire in the camp, then put Saurfang the Great down and roasted him slowly over the fire.
Immediately, the Undead scattered, and a Portal opened outside the camp.
A pair of exquisite leather boots stepped out of the Portal. Jaina walked Portal, looked at the Orcs roasting over charcoal, smelled the aroma of roasting meat, and said with a beaming smile:
"Isn't this the Invincible Saurfang the Great? Why does he look so miserable?"
Behind Jaina was the Guardian Medivh, Medivh was feeling particularly troubled. The Orcs had been getting worse and worse lately, and he was always the one who had to clean up their messes. Medivh was certainly having a lot of trouble being a babysitter.
"Put him down, Jaina."
Medivh's voice was filled with disappointment.
The split of the Silver Hand needs a legitimate reason, and the Holy Light is undoubtedly the best excuse.
Under the deliberate arrangement of his Adjutant Fairbanks, rumors and news of the burning of siege equipment reached the army camp in Stratholme.
"What?" Upon hearing the news from the scouts, Uther stood up in shock.
"You mean Mograine received the Holy Light's mandate and, with Personal Guard of less than a hundred men, wiped out thousands of Orcs and captured Saurfang the Great alive? That's impossible. The Holy Light is on our side."
Uther has never doubted the Holy Light. If he is not the representative of the Holy Light, then who is the Lightbringer who can directly hear the voice of the Naaru?
He was furious at Mograine's betrayal, but Uther was more concerned about the Holy Light's choice.
In contrast, Uther didn't even bother to inquire about the burning of the siege equipment.
The scout, already harboring contempt for Uther, replied neither humbly nor arrogantly:
"Your Lightbringer, Saurfang the Great has been brought back. The truth will be clear with a simple question."
There's a saying that goes, "Rumors stop with the wise."
But people rarely notice that most rumors originate from wise people.
Saurfang the Great was undoubtedly a wise man; he needed to find sufficient excuses for his failures.
In front of Thrall, Uther, Sylvanas, Jaina, and others, Saurfang insisted.
"It is the power of the Holy Light. Mograine has been blessed by the Holy Light, and all his Personal Guards are like Avatar earth. Our valiant Warriors fought a bloody battle and killed many enemies, but we were still no match for them."
Uther! When Deity Descension become so worthless?
Uther had originally planned to immediately lead his troops to attack the Mograines and eliminate the traitors, but now he was somewhat hesitant.
Is the Holy Light truly on Mograine's side?
The guards whispered among themselves, and the rumors spread like wildfire.
The Order of the Silver Hand quickly began to experience a loss of morale.
The constant fear of being cruelly devoured by Orcs weighed heavily on the hearts of every Paladin, making them uneasy and unable to sleep soundly.
Now, Mograine has given them a way out, a new option, and even the Holy Light is willing to help them.
Paladins continue to be exiled from the Silver Hand.
The Sentinels who went out on patrol disappeared without a trace, the squad that urged supplies to defect to Mograine, and at night, a Paladin went out to relieve himself and never returned. There was even a large-scale defection.
With morale shaky and desertions escalating, Uther could no longer remain passive.
"I need to prove that the Holy Light is still on my side." He glared menacingly in the direction of Stratholme.
When Robbie and Arthas returned to Stratholme, they were warmly welcomed by Baron Rivendare.
"You really did it!" The Baron patted Robbie on the shoulder and exclaimed excitedly.
"I was just lucky," Robbie said modestly.
Luck is a crucial factor in any war, and Baron Rivendare understood this deeply.
Without siege equipment and lacking food and supplies, Stratholme can definitely be held.
The two went down to rest.
After more than ten days of hard work, Robbie felt refreshed after a hot bath. As he lay down on the bed, he suddenly felt a lingering shadow rise in his heart, as if he had overlooked something important.
This ominous premonition was so terrifying that Robbie even considered fleeing Stratholme.
What is the reason?
Robbie carefully considered the situation in Stratholme; the enemy lacked siege equipment and was short of food and clothing.
The knights of the Silver Hand are on the run; the Orcs are starving and weak; and many of the Elf rangers are ill due to the change in environment.
There's no reason for us to be in danger!
Would Baron Rivendare be tempted to venture out of the city for a surprise attack, only to fall into the enemy's trap?
Robbie shook his head. The Baron wasn't such an irrational person. Unable to figure it out for the moment, he could only go to bed to rest.
I slept soundly through the night, just waking up, when a guard knocked on the door. Prince Arthas invited me in.
Inside the chapel of Stratholme, Arthas, his eyes bloodshot, clutched a stone slab engraved with Holy Light Rune, lost in deep thought.
Clearly, he hadn't rested since returning, and had been studying the secrets of the fifth Holy Light Rune.
"The Restless Souls tell me that Uther is coming to besiege the city." Arthas's voice was hoarse from lack of rest. "Uther is eager to prove that he is still the only Lightbringer."
Can they possibly use the power of Deity to break through the walls of Stratholme?
While the Deity Descension is incredibly powerful, it's a pipe dream to conquer Stratholme alone, given its high and thick walls and elite defenders. Perhaps it could inflict some damage.
"It's alright, I'll let Uther know that the Holy Light isn't on his side," Robbie said confidently.
Uther's strength lies in the ability of Deity Descension granted to him by the Naaru. Robbie has already mastered both the Deity and Scourge Rune. The combined power of the Holy Light and the Runes of the Dead will surely surpass the Deity Descension alone.
Arthas brought his armor and warhammer and carefully handed them to Robbie:
"The soldiers of Stratholme need Prince Highness to boost their morale."
"Prince Highness, are you asking me to impersonate you and fight against Uther?"
Robbie hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement; Arthas had considered everything very carefully.
If Robbie goes into battle, he'll inevitably have to bring the Axe of Tyranny, which would expose the secret of the Holy Light Orcs.
Robbie had a feeling that his Orcs identity would be very useful.
Robbie entrusted the Axe of Axe of Tyranny to Arthas for safekeeping, donned Arthas's armor, took the warhammer of the Justice of the Holy Light, left the chapel, and climbed the city wall.
Inside the church, Arthas gazed at the Axe of Tyranny.
A deep voice came from inside.