The two most powerful men in Lordaeron have fallen into the hands of Orcs and are in grave danger.
Uther was alright, but his heavy plate armor required several people to put on, making him look like an iron can, and the Orcs didn't know where to start eating him.
Although King Terenas's robes are precious magical equipment, the shield can only withstand limited damage. Once the Orcs bite through them, His Majesty the King will be Orcs.
A general shouted, "What are we waiting for? Open the gates, charge in, and rescue His Majesty the King!"
The palace guards were numerous, well-equipped, and well-trained; dealing with these unarmed Orcs was a one-sided massacre.
"No!" Another general shook his head. "Orcs' lives are incredibly precious. Do you have a way to rescue the King without harming the Orcs?"
The former general retorted, "What kind of time is this to worry about the lives of Orcs?"
"I can disregard the lives of Orcs, but I must think of my men. Have you forgotten the heads at the gates of Lordaeron? If those damned Orcs are even slightly injured, even with just a scratch, we will all die."
Just a few days ago, a group of Orcs who escaped from the Internment Camp entered Lordaeron, threatening to kill King Terenas, but were killed by Lordaeron's guards.
As a result, all the guards were executed by King Terenas.
Upon hearing this, all the palace guards fell silent; none of them wanted to die for harming the Orcs.
After much discussion, the group couldn't come up with a solution, and King Terenas's shield was growing thinner and thinner.
One of the guards, quick-witted as ever, lowered a rope down and shouted:
"Your King, grab this rope, and we'll pull you up."
King Terenas hurriedly reached for the buttons on his collar and activated the magical mechanism.
Bang!
The Orcs beside him was thrown back, and King Terenas seized the opportunity to grab the rope.
Unexpectedly, an Orcs pounced and grabbed the King's legs tightly.
At the other end of the rope, the guards had intended to pull the King up together, but upon seeing the Orcs, they had no choice but to let go.
King Terenas fell to the ground, and with a mournful howl, the Orcs surged forward in layers.
"Why did you let go?" an officer asked.
The guard stammered, "We're worried about injuring the Orcs."
The officer nodded. "You did the right thing. King Terenas has said more than once that the lives of Orcs are far more precious than his own. We must rescue His Majesty the King and Sir Uther while ensuring the safety of the Orcs."
The crowd continued their chatter, and at that moment, Uther faced a crisis.
An Orcs accidentally removed the armor from Uther's right knee and bit down on it.
"Ah!"
Uther screamed in agony, shouting, "Save me! Get me out of here! What are you waiting for?"
An officer from the Silver Hand cried out, "Uther, we are discussing how to rescue you and the King without harming the Orcs."
Several more Orcs joined in tearing at Uther roared in desperation:
"Forget about the Orcs, get me out of here!"
The officer shook his head repeatedly. "Uther, King Terenas has decreed that anyone who wounds Orcs will die. Orcs are merciful and kind; they will certainly treat you amicably."
"Ah!"
Uther's ankle was bitten off by Orcs, blood gushing out, as an Orcs gnawed at his right foot.
"Damn it, Terenas, forgive them now, or we'll all die!"
Dozens of Orcs pressed forward; the shield protecting King Terenas, though not broken, was deformed.
King Terenas, struggling to breathe, managed to utter a muffled sound:
"Orcs, Orcs, ah!"
Without the King's order, no one dared to harm the Orcs, and the guards could only continue to discuss the matter.
The Court Mages Amnennar, said, "The only way now is to ask the Guardian Medivh for help. I'll head to Karazhan immediately."
An officer grabbed Amnennar: "Archmage, how long will your round trip take?"
Amnennar thought for a moment and said, "Last time I went to see Medivh, I waited in the library for seven hours before I was finally summoned."
The officer said with a wry smile, "Seven hours have passed; His Majesty the King and Uther are practically nothing but bones."
Uther's screams grew increasingly agonizing as the Orcs devoured his right knee, leaving only bones.
Some Orcs began examining Uther's breastplate, attempting to remove all of his armor.
Uther turned pale with fright and shouted, "Order of the Silver Hand, heed my command! Charge into the enclosure immediately and rescue me!"
The knights of the Silver Hand exchanged glances, and a young knight said:
"Lord Uther, if Orcs are harmed, we will all die."
"I guarantee you'll be safe." The Orcs was examining his armor, Uther was so anxious he was almost in tears.
The young knight, a scion of a high-ranking nobleman from Lordaeron, knew Uther's character and proclaimed loudly:
"Lord Uther, your assurances are meaningless, just like your character—untrustworthy. I only trust His Majesty the King."
The Orcs began trying to remove Uther's armor; their foul breath nearly made Uther faint, and he could only plead:
"Terenas, you old geezer, do you want to be eaten by the Orcs? Give the order now!"
Terenas struggled to breathe, but her right hand finally managed to touch the second button.
With a bang.
The dozens of Orcs were pinning down King Terenas were thrown back.
A thick rope stretched straight down and wrapped around King Terenas's chest.
Upon seeing the King freed, the Court Mages Amnennar swiftly used magic to revitalize the ropes.
The guards pulled hard on the rope, but unexpectedly, an Orcs beneath King Terenas grabbed his legs again.
"You are not allowed to let go." Having learned from his previous experience, Terenas immediately gave the order.
The guards obeyed, but they dared not pull the rope too hard, lest they injure the Orcs.
Terenas gasped for breath, still panting, and whispered, "I told you, Orcs are kind and benevolent, they wouldn't hurt me, ah!"
After a moment's hesitation, more Orcs surged forward and clung tightly to King Terenas's legs.
The Orcs closest to the King opened their mouths and tore at the shield. The shield exhausted its last bit of mana and shattered with a crash.
More Orcs rushed over, tearing at the King's legs.
Terenas screamed, "What are you waiting for? Pull me up!"
A guard asked, "Your King, what if the Orcs are injured?"
Terenas, drenched in sweat from the pain, screamed hoarsely:
I forgive your guilt.
Only then did the guards begin to pull the rope with all their might.
Amnennar coordinated his spellcasting, using Lightning to paralyze the Orcs.
The guards hurriedly pulled Terenas up; his lower body had already disappeared into the beast's jaws. The Priests quickly tried to stop the King's bleeding.
After a long while, the King finally awoke from his coma and saw that he was only half a body; he was filled with despair.
Uther was also rescued by the Orcs, and he was in no better condition than His King, having had all four of his limbs eaten by the Orcs.
"The ceremony must continue; it concerns the future of Lordaeron," Terenas said weakly.
Even at this point, Terenas still insisted on feeding her children to the Orcs.
The guards obeyed, but strangely, the princess and Prince had vanished.