Near Brill, an Orcs internment camp was built on a magnificent high platform.
A sturdy fence was built around the high platform.
Uther deliberately selected a group of the most ferocious and savage Orcs and drove them into the enclosure.
Today, the princess and Prince of Lordaeron will be torn to pieces and eaten by Orcs, with their father's blessing.
Scholars who study the history of Lordaeron have many questions about the establishment of the Orcs internment camp.
It's important to understand that an entire generation of young people in Lordaeron sacrificed themselves in the war against the Orcs.
The nation has been ravaged, every family has fallen heroes, and every household has loyal bones. Lordaeron is in a state of severe blood loss and should recuperate.
However, King Terenas defied public opinion and established Orcs internment camps, exhausting the nation's resources and draining the last drop of blood from the people to do everything in his power to feed the Orcs.
Later generations could not explain King Terenas's actions.
Finally, the scholars arrived at a seemingly absurd, but most reasonable, conclusion.
King Terenas was an Orcs.
The real King Terenas has long been devoured; the one sitting on the throne now is Warlock in disguise, one of Gul'dan's men.
Anachronos, one of Nozdormu's sons, scoffed at this view.
Throughout history, Anachronos had seen far too many ambitious men like Terenas.
Especially when they get old, they often make some inexplicable decisions.
Their twisted ambitions, their discontent and attachment to the world, and their fear of the impending end of their lives often lead them to confront these issues in ways that defy reason.
There are too many madmen like this, but the officials are helpless.
One can only hope that the old King will breathe his last before the country is destroyed by turmoil.
Unfortunately, during the Age of Lordaeron, Terenas was not the only madman and ambitious man like this.
Uther, clad in heavy golden armor, walked across the long plank road to the high platform in the center.
Beneath the wooden plank, the Orcs all craned their necks, their blood-red eyes wide, drooling over the humans on the platform.
These Orcs subsist on flatbread every day and can only eat meat once every few months. Their innate craving for meat drives them to a state of near madness.
It's said that there aren't even flies in the Internment Camp.
Of course, compared to the people of Lordaeron who couldn't even afford flatbread, they were already quite lucky.
The smartly dressed host shouted:
"Let us welcome the embodiment of the Holy Light, the leader of the Order of the Silver Hand, the great hero who has saved Azeroth countless times, the great Lightbringer Uther."
Outside the fence, ministers and lords from various regions gathered together, whispering among themselves, worried about the Destiny of the princess and Prince.
Uther, his belly protruding, stood on the high platform, his face flushed, and spoke in a rhythmic, measured tone:
There is an old saying in Lordaeron: "He who wins the hearts of the people wins the world." The Orcs won the hearts of the people of Lordaeron time and time again with their kindness and compassion. The people were willing to give up their last grain of food to feed the Orcs. However, this was not enough. In order to allow the Orcs to eat meat, the great King Terenas listened carefully to the people's opinions and decided to feed the Orcs with the flesh and blood of the people.
"Upon hearing this news, the people were overjoyed, their faces beaming with smiles. They celebrated with singing and dancing. To be eaten by the Orcs was such a great honor, a glory that could only be enjoyed under the leadership of the great King Terenas."
"Today is a momentous day in the history of Lordaeron. The beautiful Princess Calia and Prince Arthas will have the honor of receiving this special privilege. Now, please welcome the greatest King in the history of Azeroth, King Terenas, who shines brighter than ten thousand suns, to speak."
King Terenas, dressed in a golden robe, ascended the high platform under the protection of his guards.
Behind the King, Calia and Arthas were escorted by guards.
Princess Calia was born six years before the Dark Portal, and now she has grown into a graceful young woman, her thin face showing more maturity and composure.
In contrast, Arthas, who was two years younger than his sister, was still an innocent boy, curiously looking around.
"Sister, where are we going?" Arthas had no idea what was going on.
Princess Calia, though unaware of the situation, secretly guessed what was going on. She covered Arthas's eyes and said softly:
"Don't look, don't think about anything, it'll be over soon."
King Terenas straightened his collar, intending to start with a joke, but seeing the unfriendly expressions of his ministers and lords below, he skipped that step and announced loudly:
"When the Dark Portal opened, I was tending to the flowers and plants in my back garden when Amnennar reported to me about the changes in the Blasted Lands and asked for my opinion. I told him that this would be a watershed moment in the history of Azeroth. The Orcs are superior to all other races of Azeroth, and they will rule the world with mercy and goodness, purifying all the filth of Azeroth."
"As it turns out, my prophecy came true. Although the great Orcs were defeated in the Siege of Lordaeron, their indomitable spirit, their courage, wisdom, and benevolence inspired the people of Lordaeron. Such a noble bloodline has taken root in the land of Azeroth. This is an honor for Azeroth and a blessing for its people."
"Calia and Arthas, I love them dearly. It is because of this love that I have decided to offer them to the Orcs to be eaten. They will gloriously become food for the Orcs. Come, let us rejoice in this great moment."
Below, only scattered applause rang out.
The guards took out a black cloth, blindfolded Calia and Arthas, placed them in a basket, and prepared to lower them down the platform with a rope.
Outside the fence, Thrall clenched his fists and said fiercely:
"Ha ha, Arthas, you never thought you'd see this day come, did you? In this world, you can never be my enemy."
Rend said with a faint sneer, "I think Arthas is better than you, after all, a certain Orcs baby died before our eyes."
Thrall was furious, but unfortunately dared not refute him.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad mingled in the crowd.
"King Terenas is a madman," Kel'Thuzad said bitterly. "In our world, Thrall lied and claimed Arthas killed his father, and I think he was right to do so."
Robbie remained calm and subtly pointed towards the feet of Uther and Terenas.
Just as the guards were about to take the baskets Calia and Arthas downstairs, they suddenly heard a crisp cracking sound.
The plank beneath Uther and Terenas' feet shattered, and the two fell from the platform.
Below, the Orcs crowded together, looking up at what was above.
The two crashed into the Orcs.
Uther's heavy plate armor smashed the three Orcs into mincemeat, but his magical armor protected him, leaving him unharmed.
Terenas's golden robes glowed with a magical shield, clearly a valuable magical artifact, and knocked down several Orcs without even scratching their skin.
A terrible thing happened: when he fell into the Orcs horde, Uther's powerful Power of the Holy Light vanished, and the heavy armor immobilized him.
Terenas struggled to his feet and found himself surrounded by Orcs, facing dozens of ferocious faces.
The Orcs opened their mouths, spewing foul odors, and tore at the shield of the golden robe.
"Don't come any closer, guards! Help me!" Terenas screamed in terror, like a child.
Uther crawled laboriously on the ground, crying loudly:
"Don't come any closer! Someone please save me! I don't want to be eaten!"