"Can I really get out?" Aiguleiya's thin face shone with light.
Karazhan is home to many young Orcs, who were Medivh's test subjects. Countless Orcs died tragically in various horrific experiments before reaching adulthood.
For example, the fact that Orcs can accept the blood of the Pit Lord is actually the result of hundreds of experiments.
Using specific proportions and mixing in certain herbs, countless young Orcs perished in the pursuit of accurate experimental results.
Ashkandi was the most outstanding of them all, able to persevere even through the most horrific experiments. His talent impressed Medivh, who then nurtured him with great care.
In contrast, Aiguleiya was a useless piece of trash. If it weren't for Ashkandi taking care of him and giving him a menial job, he would have been destroyed long ago.
Ashkandi took out a ring and handed it to Aiguleiya, saying affectionately, "This is our promise. We are brothers, and we will never be separated."
Aiguleiya grasped Ashkandi's hand. "Brother, I swear I'll stay with you forever, nothing can separate us."
The two young Orcs clasped hands tightly together.
The next day, the butler Moroes delivered a sword.
"To fight the Orcs, the Iron Horse Brotherhood commissioned a sword forged by the Dragonkin," Moroes instructed. "From now on, it will be your sword, and you have the right to name it."
This is a broadsword with a wide blade and a guard made of two winding dragons. Because it is infused with Fire Elementals, the entire blade is red.
"Let's call it the Sword of the Ashkandi Greatsword of the Brotherhood." Ashkandi immediately took a liking to the sword, carefully stroking its blade and feeling the warmth of the Fire Elementals.
Butler Moroes said, "A fine name, but remember, this is a king's sword, and you will become the king of the Orcs."
Ashkandi's gaze sharpened, and he sneered, "And then? Conquer Lordaeron and kill all humanity?"
Moroes sighed, "I don't understand the Guardians ' thinking either. Initially, the Guardians were disappointed with humanity, believing the world was too comfortable, so they brought in the Orcs, hoping that humanity could pull itself together."
A flash of sarcasm crossed Ashkandi's face. Moroes knew this Orcs was smarter than him, perhaps seeing things more clearly. "Alright, these are all just my guesses. Anyway, you're free. Over the years, Orgrim has wanted to release the Orcs in the Internment Camps, Medivh has always disagreed, waiting for you to rescue your fellow orcs."
"Me, replace Orgrim? He's nothing but a despicable man, nothing compared to my father."
Ashkandi knows his origins, and often feels that his father is in Karazhan.
Moroes calmly warned, "You must be careful. From now on, Gul'dan is not your father. Your father is Durotan."
"What did you say?" Ashkandi jumped to his feet, furious.
"This is the Guardian's will. Your father, Gul'dan, has a bad reputation. You must win the Orcs' heartfelt acceptance," Moroes said bluntly. "Of course you can refuse; in fact, you're not the only one who can."
"Durotan was a loser, what can his son accomplish?" Ashkandi's tone softened, seemingly relenting. "I can agree to anything else, I have only one request: Aiguleiya must also be free."
Moroes said with difficulty, "I know you are very good friends. The Guardian has already done more than enough by keeping him alive until today. I've watched you grow up, and I hope you'll be smart and not do anything foolish."
"What if I insist?" Ashkandi asked.
"This is not the behavior of a wise man." Moroes said calmly, "Youthful friendships may seem beautiful, but they quickly fade away. I remember when I was young, I met a girl named Lisa. Her smile was as bright as the spring sunshine. For various reasons, we couldn't be together. Whenever I think back on it, I just find it laughable; it's nothing but an empty memory."
"But you haven't forgotten her, have you? You have regrets in your heart?" Ashkandi asked.
Moroes touched his nose and said, "Twenty years ago there might have been a faint sadness, but time will quickly wash everything away. Give up, you'll forget soon."
Ashkandi's sharp fangs gleamed. "I will not abandon Aiguleiya. If I anger Medivh, I am willing to pay any price, but I will absolutely not change my mind."
"You're really stubborn," Moroes shrugged. "Well, that's one of your strengths, I guess. We'll see what Destiny has in store for you."
In Karazhan, Medivh was their god; everyone's life was in Medivh's hands.
Listening to Moroes's report, Medivh remained calm and chuckled easily, "A true king must be ruthless and heartless. Ashkandi is not yet qualified; he hasn't tasted the power yet. Since he wants Aiguleiya, let him have his wish. I'd love to see the day he kills his own brother."
Moroes said, "That's really cruel."
Medivh's face was ashen. "Life is never perfect. To have supreme power, one must have an extraordinary mind. Aiguleiya is a whetstone, sharpening the sword Ashkandi. Only by killing his own brother can he be qualified to become a true king."
Year 18 of the Dark Portal, two young Orcs left Karazhan and rode Gryphons to Hillsbrad Foothills.
The two stayed temporarily in Tarren Mill, waiting for the butler Moroes, to reach an agreement with Blackmoore.
Blackmoore's father was named Edlin Blackmoore, a general of Lordaeron, who was infamous for treason.
The reason for his father's treason was understandable. When the Orcs first invaded Azeroth and harassed the borders of Kingdom of Stormwind, Edlin realized how terrible the Orcs were and suggested that King Terenas send troops to help annihilate Orcs.
King Terenas, however, wanted to use the Orcs to weaken Kingdom of Stormwind, and categorically rejected this idea.
Edlin led his personal Legion to aid the Kingdom of Stormwind without authorization, but unfortunately, word got out, and the army was overtaken by the Order of the Silver Hand before they even left Silverpine Forest.
As it turned out, Edlynn's judgment was correct, but unfortunately he was executed by King Terenas.
Blackmoore lived in his father's shadow all his life. Despite his bravery and numerous victories in the war against the Orcs, he was only a lieutenant.
When he learned that Medivh was going to interfere with Durnholde, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness, but also a sense of relief.
"I need to play a part in this, to elevate a young Orcs, and then release the Orcs from the Internment Camp." Blackmoore nodded. "What happens to these Orcs afterward?"
Moroes quickly replied, "They will establish a nation in Alterac."
"That's quite a meticulous plan," Blackmoore said nonchalantly.
The Orcs' settlement in Alterac will inevitably lead to frequent raids on Lordaeron, causing constant trouble, but that's not something Blackmoore should concern himself with.
"I'm finally free from this drudgery. What are your plans?"
Moroes asked, "You know Orcs best, what's a quick way to make an Orcs famous?"
"Strength, Arena, a powerful champion gladiator is born." Blackmoore was experienced. "If you add a distinguished lineage, it's simply perfect."