"Save me, and I'll give you the Void Lords and Sargeras."
To save his own life, Uther didn't hesitate to betray his mistress.
Anachronos punched him hard in the face again:
"I don't like human women, Uther. You should learn your lesson, or you'll never know your place. The treasures of Andorhal are mine now."
Uther was taken aback.
Back then, the Orcs devoured an entire generation of young people in Lordaeron, Uther took the opportunity to amass Wealth.
Most of this Wealth is hidden in secret underground vaults in Andorhal, and those who knew about it have all been executed.
To survive, Uther had no choice but to accept his fate.
Velen waved his hand, and the Holy Light returned to Uther's body.
Uther got up and said ingratiatingly:
"Four distinguished guests, Terenas is a senile old man. It's easy to see him. He does almost nothing all day except worry about the Orcs."
Anachronos successfully obtained most of Uther's life savings, and the four of them met King Terenas without incident.
In the royal court, King Terenas, seated on his throne, adjusted his crown and casually surveyed the four guests.
Unlike Uther's Pride, Terenas had an attitude of looking down on everyone, as if nothing could catch his eye.
"Speak, what do you want?" Terenas said unhurriedly.
Anachronos stepped forward. "King Majesty, we are merchants from the Kingdom of Stormwind. We inadvertently witnessed a horrific tragedy in the forests of Alterac. A group of the Frostwolf Clan Orcs, living in seclusion by a stream, peacefully and without ever bothering anyone, were brutally slaughtered."
"What? Such a thing actually happened on the land of Lordaeron?"
Terenas jumped up in anger, his face contorted and contorted in rage, and shouted:
"This is outrageous! Orcs are so kind and benevolent. I will definitely seek justice for Orcs. Have you found the murderer?"
Anachronos whispered, "It's a lord from Hillsbrad Foothills named Edolas Blackmoore."
Terenas recognized the name but couldn't quite place it.
The court steward standing nearby reminded him, "Edras Blackmoore is a country lord with a population of 1,200 and 53 garrison soldiers."
The palace steward's meaning was clear: it was common sense that fifty-three soldiers couldn't possibly massacre an Orcs village.
However, King Terenas's attention was not on this; his eyes darted around.
"I remember a traitor named Edlin Blackmoore."
The court official remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Edras Blackmoore is indeed the only son of Edlin Blackmoore."
King Terenas gritted his teeth and said, "The son of a traitor is indeed no good."
The court official insisted, "King Majesty, Edlynn did not betray Lordaeron, and subsequent events have proven him right."
"To be an enemy of the Orcs is to be a sinner of Lordaeron, a traitor!" King Terenas roared in exasperation.
The palace official lowered his head, speechless.
King Terenas returned to his throne and gave the following order:
"The Order of the Silver Hand are hereby ordered to send three hundred Paladins to Hillsbrad Foothills to kill Blackmoore and all his people. Those who oppose the Orcs have no right to live in this world. Traitors deserve to die."
Nearby, Uther, grieving the loss of Andorhal's treasury, heard this and quickly came up with an idea, proclaiming loudly:
"Your King, the Silver Hand hasn't been paid for three months. The men are alright; they can survive by eating grass roots and tree bark. But the horses are not. They're all skin and bones. I'm afraid they'll collapse and die on the way before they even reach Hillsbrad Foothills."
King Terenas frowned. "Can't we just overcome this?"
Uther shook his head and said, "Your King, warhorses only eat grass and don't get fat; they can't hold on."
King Terenas slammed his fist on the table in anger:
"Lordaeron is going through a turbulent time. Two hundred thousand Orcs need to be fed. Uther, you are a veteran minister; you should share Lordaeron's burdens."
Uther's eyes darted around, and he decided to use a feigned retreat as a tactic, kneeling on one knee and saying:
"King Majesty, you know I have always been honest and incorruptible, and I have distributed all my salary to my soldiers. For the sake of Lordaeron, for the sake of the merciful Orcs, I am willing to donate all my savings, a total of thirteen silver coins."
King Terenas nodded with satisfaction. "Uther, you truly live up to the title of Lightbringer. My lords, Uther has set a good example."
The lords and ministers below glared at Uther, but given the circumstances, and under the King's urging, they had no choice but to bleed heavily.
As a result, a large sum of gold coins flowed into the Order of the Silver Hand and were deposited into Uther's personal treasury.
Having resolved the warhorse problem, King Terenas still brought up the same old issues:
"Gentlemen, my heart aches whenever I think of the Orcs starving in the Internment Camps. The Alliance nations have all abandoned us to shirk their responsibilities. A few days ago, I learned that the Durnholde internment camp was enslaving Orcs to do hard labor, which angered me so much that I haven't slept for days. Unfortunately, Lordaeron still can't provide enough food, Orcs are starving. You must think of a solution."
No one can conjure food out of thin air.
With no one speaking below, King Terenas grew increasingly impatient and was about to erupt in anger.
Of the four guests, one stepped forward; it was Thrall, disguised as a human merchant.
"Your King, why don't you eat meat porridge?"
King Terenas was taken aback. "Where did you get the meat?"
Thrall chuckled:
"Along the way, I saw countless starving people in Lordaeron. People were dying of hunger every day. Rather than wasting a piece of land burying them, it's better to feed them to the Orcs while they're still alive."
These words immediately threw the area into complete chaos.
A lord shouted, "Outrageous! How can you feed our people to Orcs? Your heart is wicked!"
"Incomprehensible! Incomprehensible!" An old general sat on the ground and wept bitterly. "We fought so hard, only to have our own people fed to the Orcs! Your King, you must not agree to this! This is a crime! You will be nailed to the pillar of historical shame and cursed by future generations!"
A burly lord grinned maliciously at Thrall, "Since you enjoy making Orcs food, let's start with you."
"Shut up, all of you!"
King Terenas shouted, silencing his courtiers' discussion.
After thinking for a long time, King Terenas nodded approvingly:
"This suggestion may be a bit crude, but I think it's brilliant. The people of Lordaeron are enough to feed the Orcs for five or six years."
Before the King had finished speaking, the murmurs below grew even louder.
"Your King, have you gone mad?"
"Absolutely not! You're dumber than a donkey!"
"My God, how could Lordaeron have such King? I'm starting to suspect that you're an Orcs."
"Do you want to die?" King Terenas threatened in a loud voice. "If you have any objections, go talk to Medivh."
Upon hearing the name Medivh, everyone lowered their heads and dared not utter another sound.
Thrall, beaming with pride, thought, "Such a foolish King is truly a rare sight in the world." He continued, "..."
"King Majesty, I believe you should set an example by being the first to prepare food for the Orcs."
King Terenas readily agreed, "Indeed, I have a son and a daughter; I will feed them to the Orcs."