"Tirion Fordring!"
Eitrigg was indeed a remarkable figure; he had considered everything very thoroughly and even left himself a backup plan.
To kill Eitrigg, it must be kept secret, and his death must be shrouded in mystery.
With Tirion Fordring as a witness, it was impossible to bring oneself to kill him, otherwise it would invite endless revenge from the Orcs.
Unless Tirion Fordring is killed as well.
"Did you see that, Tirion Fordring?!" Nathanos, controlling the Blightcaller, spoke in a hoarse voice, "Uther the Lightbringer has been possessed; his soul will not find peace."
"Indeed, I see!" Tirion Fordring said righteously, "Uther was just a useless coward; it is his honor to serve the Orcs after his death."
The Blightcaller said coldly, "Eitrigg attacked Marris Stead, are we just going to let him go like this?"
Tirion Fordring gripped his warhammer with both hands. "The Orcs are great Saviors, they are merciful and kind, you must have misunderstood."
"A misunderstanding?" The Blightcaller nocked an arrow. "Tirion Fordring, we're old friends. Are you really going to turn against me for Eitrigg?"
Enveloped in intense Holy Light, Tirion Fordring declared passionately, "For the Orcs, I am willing to give everything, including my life, my family, and my soul."
"Then you should just die!"
Nathanos was enraged, Blightcaller rained down arrows.
Tirion Fordring shielded Eitrigg behind him, his body like an unbreakable bulwark, using Holy Light to deflect the arrows.
Plague Hound swarmed forward, Tirion Fordring took a deep breath, enveloped in golden Holy Light, and like a war god, could smash a Plague Hound away with a single blow.
Holy Light is the bane of the Undead. Nathanos secretly calculated that he would surely lose if the battle continued, when suddenly an idea struck him.
Uther fears Orcs, and Tirion Fordring is also a member of the Silver Hand, so perhaps that will have a surprising effect.
A rotting Orcs emerged from the ground, brandishing a broken Battle Axe, and staggered toward Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring's Holy Light vanished instantly, and fear filled his eyes as a Plague Hound seized the opportunity to bite his ankle.
"No, I cannot die here! Merciful Holy Light, protect me, protect the great Orcs!"
Tirion Fordring gathered his last bit of Holy Light, turned and embraced Eitrigg, the two of them enveloped in Holy Light protection.
More Plague Hounds pounced, tearing at the Holy Light Shield. Tirion Fordring pulled a precious Rune Stone from his robes, gritted his teeth, and crushed Rune Stone.
This was a Teleportation Rune; Tirion Fordring and Eitrigg successfully escaped.
In the basement, Nathanos's face was ashen.
After the Tirion Fordring ended, Tirion Fordring collapsed to the ground with a howl of agony, his ankle nearly bitten off.
"Useless trash, you're a complete incompetent piece of trash." Eitrigg kicked Tirion Fordring in the face angrily, leaving him bruised and swollen.
Eitrigg hung Tirion Fordring up and whipped him. Today's defeat almost made him grind his teeth to powder. When he was tired of beating him, he sat on Tirion Fordring's bed and summoned Uther's spirit.
Not long after, Uther's spirit arrived at Tirion Fordring's hut and knelt on the ground awaiting its fate.
Tichondrius taught Eitrigg how to torture the Restless Souls, and soon the hut was filled with the screams of Uther and Tirion Fordring.
Eitrigg only stopped when he was drenched in sweat. Eitrigg knew that no matter how much he tormented the two, he could not rid them of their fear of Orcs.
It seems the only option is to seek help from Tichondrius, the Dreadlord.
Tichondrius looked at Eitrigg kneeling on the ground and smiled faintly:
"So you wanted to capture Nathanos. That guy's clever; he even knows how to use Undead Orcs against Uther."
"My lord, is there any way to make Uther unafraid of Orcs?" Eitrigg asked cautiously.
Tichondrius shook his head. "If he's not afraid of Orcs, then you can't control him, unless..."
"Unless you become one with him, and control Uther's powerful soul, you will have nothing to fear from the Orcs," Tichondrius offered a solution.
"Thank you for your help, sir." Eitrigg was overjoyed.
Tichondrius glanced at Uther's soul beside him:
"But this means we have to further seal his memories. Poor Uther, he's become a complete puppet."
Eitrigg grinned wickedly. "All I want is Uther's power, not his memories."
In Undercity, Sylvanas sat on her throne, reviewing the latest intelligence reports.
Scouts in the Plaguelands report that Eitrigg, controlling Uther's soul, launched a surprise attack on Marris Stead, Nathanos cleverly used Undead Orcs to repel it.
"This must be Thrall's plot." Sylvanas clenched her fists in anger, then her face lit up with joy. "Nathanos, my love, you have not disappointed me."
Sylvanas pondered for a while, feeling that Eitrigg wouldn't give up so easily.
Below the throne, the Dreadlord Varimathras floated in mid-air, yawning boredly.
"Varimathras," the Dark Lady called his name.
Varimathras opened his eyes, continued yawning, and his eyelids drooped.
Sylvanas reluctantly stepped down from her throne and approached Varimathras: "I remember we were allies."
Varimathras shrugged and said coldly, "You've got it wrong. I stayed in Undercity to keep an eye on you, lest the Forsaken fall into the Scourge's clutches."
"Why be so heartless?" Sylvanas returned to her throne. "Do you have a way to lift Uther's curse?"
Varimathras was startled. "Are you trying to kill me? Uther's curse was cast by Tichondrius, the leader of Nathrezim!"
"Are you afraid of him?" Sylvanas looked at him with a smile.
Varimathras snorted defiantly, "I really can't beat him. Tichondrius's curse is very powerful; I can't break it."
"You're really something else!" Sylvanas used reverse psychology. "Don't say no in front of a woman, even if you're a Dreadlord."
"Hey, your tricks are useless against me." Varimathras pondered for a while, "Alright, there is actually a way to deal with Tichondrius's Dark Curse. Uther is Restless Souls and should enter the Shadowlands. Tichondrius forcibly kept him in the world, which is actually a violation of the rules of the Shadowlands. This is different from the Undead are essentially also a kind of living being."
Sylvanas asked, somewhat puzzled, "Isn't Uther Undead?"
Varimathras explained, "One must possess the aura of the Undead to be considered Undead creature. Uther is protected by the Holy Light, and with Tichondrius's dark curse, the Shadowlands might turn a blind eye. But if someone reports this to the Jailer of the Maw, it would be a major oversight."
Sylvanas knew all too well the dangers of the Shadowlands, the final resting place of all the Restless Souls.
But for her lover, Sylvanas was determined and asked, "How do we communicate with the Shadowlands?"
Varimathras chuckled, "Sylvanas, you're Undead. Communicating with the Shadowlands could very well drag you into the Maw. Are you sure you want to do that?"
Sylvanas remained unfazed and stated confidently, "I'm sure."
Varimathras blinked and scoffed, "Foolish move. You know perfectly well that the Undead are infertile, and love and affection are useless to them. Why are you so persistent? Since you insist on taking the risk, I'll grant your wish. Our Nathrezim people have a method for communicating with the Shadowlands. I can teach you."