King Terenas and Uther, both unconscious, were sent back to Lordaeron to be healed by the kingdom's best Priests.
The two are of high status, and as long as they pray to the Holy Light and receive the Naaru's mercy, injuries like this can be completely healed.
But for some reason, perhaps because they were being torn apart by the Orcs, the Priests tried everything they could, but they could not get a response from the Holy Light.
With no other option, they had to resort to the rather primitive Alchemy, using herbs to stop the bleeding for both of them.
Uther lost his hands and feet, and the others suggested sending him to Ironforge to have the Gnome craftsmen install mechanical legs and arms.
King Terenas' injuries were more severe; he even lost his excretory system.
Finally, with the King's consent, a reclusive Undead Mage was found and gave King Majesty the lower body of Ghoul.
King Terenas acquired strong Ghoul legs and became incredibly powerful, thus becoming a half-human, half- Ghoul.
That night, according to the palace guards, inhuman howls were heard coming from King Majesty's bedchamber.
Once His King had recovered from his injuries, he immediately summoned his courtiers and began to loudly complain:
"Investigate! We must find out the truth! What a horrific conspiracy! The murderer must be severely punished; he is utterly wicked. Find him and tear him to pieces!"
The official in charge of the investigation said, "King Majesty, you yourself said that being eaten by Orcs is an honor. I believe that someone only wanted to bring honor to you and Lord Uther, which is not a fault. Not only should they not be punished, but they should also be rewarded."
"Am I suffering for nothing?" King Terenas was so angry that his face turned pale.
A lord said, "King Majesty, don't you feel joy and happiness? We are all honored for you to offer your lower body to the Orcs. If you feel it's not enough, we can do it again."
Upon hearing this, King Terenas was filled with the ferocious faces and sharp fangs of the Orcs, and trembled with fear.
Calm down. Terenas sensed the conspiracy. He couldn't continue to lose his temper, or he would be denying what he had said.
Terenas exhaled a breath of stale air, looked at his Ghoul legs with disgust, and calmly said:
"I felt joy when I was being torn apart by Orcs; that was true living. I've lived my whole life in vain. If the kingdom didn't need me, I would gladly be torn to pieces by hundreds of Orcs. Who caused Uther and me to fall? That matter can be left uninvestigated, but someone has kidnapped the princess and Prince, my darlings. They must be brought back."
The courtiers looked at each other in confusion; no one noticed how the princess and Prince had disappeared.
Even if someone sees it, they will surely keep it to themselves.
If the King takes this matter seriously and it gets dragged on endlessly, then things will get troublesome.
The ministers had a way to deal with it, one of them said:
"King Majesty, we were all happy that you and Lord Uther were torn apart by the Orcs, but the Court Mages and guards were not lax. To be able to snatch someone away from under the noses of the Court Mages and guards requires extraordinary strength; only a handful of people in Azeroth can do that."
Terenas, his face deathly pale, asked, "So you have leads on the murderer? Tell me, who are they? Those who kidnapped my children must bear my wrath."
The man said solemnly, "The Guardians Aegwynn and Medivh, mother and son, are capable of doing it."
Terenas shook his head repeatedly upon hearing this, explaining that his throne was secure only because of the support of his two Guardians.
"The Guardians will not take my children away," Terenas firmly denied.
The man glanced at the Court Mages Amnennar: "Next, the most suspicious is the Dalaran Mages, High Archmage Antonidas, whose mastery of spatial magic surpasses even that of the Guardians."
Terenas frowned. Antonidas held a revered position, Dalaran was a holy land for mages; it would be unwise to antagonize him.
"I know Antonidas; he wouldn't do such a thing. Dalaran been detached from worldly affairs; it's impossible for Dalaran Mages to get involved."
The man had anticipated His King's response and calmly said:
"Aside from the two Guardians and Dalaran, the only prime suspect in abducting the Prince and princess Orgrim Doomhammer."
Terenas, then asked curiously, "Orgrim is just an Orcs Warrior. What ability does he have to kidnap someone in full view of everyone?"
The man spoke with great seriousness and reason, saying, "Your King, the Doomhammer can communicate with the power of Earth Elementals and possesses incredible abilities."
Seven years after the Dark Portal, Orgrim Doomhammer fled from Undercity beneath Lordaeron and went into seclusion in the wilderness.
It's one thing for someone to escape, but to also take away their signature weapon, the Doomhammer, inevitably raises suspicions.
Terenas fell into thought.
The man stepped forward. "Your King, the princess and Prince have already gained glory by falling into Orgrim's hands. I think there's no need to investigate this matter further."
Since it has already been eaten by the Orcs, this matter should be dropped.
Terenas was seething with hatred, but unfortunately had no reason to continue the investigation. Dejected, he decided to end the court session there.
Suddenly, a guard came in to report that the three hundred Silver Hand Paladins on their way to Hillsbrad Foothills had encountered bandits.
Their armor, weapons, and horses were all stolen, but thankfully everyone was unharmed and they walked back.
Terenas summoned the leading officer, intending to vent his anger on him, and roared:
"You, Paladin of the Silver Hand, hailed as the strongest knightly order among the seven great human nations, were actually defeated by bandits, and you still have the nerve to come back to see me? What excuse do you have?"
The officer, prepared for this, calmly replied, "The robbers are just a group of refugees, carrying sticks and stones, looking pale and sickly, and there are children among them."
Terenas sneered, "You said it yourself. Guards, take him out and kill him."
The officer immediately replied, "The refugees have an Orcs among them. We were worried about hurting him, so we surrendered voluntarily."
Terenas stood there dumbfounded, and after a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sound through clenched teeth:
"You did a great job. Not only were you flawless, but I also want to reward you handsomely and promote you three ranks."
The officer withdrew expressionlessly, and Terenas slumped onto the throne, saying weakly:
"Uther has been sent to Ironforge to heal his wounds, and the Order of the Silver Hand need to choose a temporary leader. Do you have any suitable candidates?"
The courtiers were all talking at once, discussing the matter animatedly.
Some recommended the valiant General Saidan Dathrohan, others suggested the wise Gavinrad Doom to replace Uther, and still others felt that no one was more suitable to lead the Silver Hand than Alexandros Mograine.
A lord's eyes darted around, and he announced loudly, "King Majesty, Tirion Fordring, who lives in Hearthglen, is a man of great martial skill, blessed by the Holy Light, and Justice in nature. He is most suitable to lead the Order of the Silver Hand."
Terenas's mind raced. "Tirion Fordring? I remember now, he once suggested that I turn all humans into Tough Jerky, making Lordaeron the kingdom of the Orcs."
The lord said solemnly, "Tirion Fordring once said that humans are despicable and shameless, Orcs are noble and pure."
Terenas's eyes lit up; this was exactly what he wanted to hear, and he slammed his hand on the table and stood up:
"Alright, Tirion Fordring will take this position; he's the most suitable person in my mind."