Tirion Fordring received orders from the King to travel from Hearthglen to Lordaeron to serve as the temporary leader of the Order of the Silver Hand.
This is a golden opportunity.
Even if Uther recovers from his injuries, his strength will certainly be far less than before after he gets mechanical limbs.
Tirion Fordring can get rid of the temporary title if he performs well enough.
Of course, it is not enough to just perform well and make contributions. All success is not accidental, but reserved for those who are prepared.
Tirion Fordring was ready.
Terenas personally summoned Tirion Fordring, and the two spoke privately in his study, with no one else present.
"A few days ago, Uther introduced me to four merchants who told me that Edolas Blackmoore of Hillsbrad Foothills had massacred an Orcs village."
"This is outrageous!"
Tirion Fordring was furious, his face contorted with rage:
"Your King, such a villain must be severely punished. I will immediately lead the Knights of the Silver Hand to bring Blackmoore to you. I will make him regret ever being born."
Terenas nodded with satisfaction, pleased with Tirion Fordring's attitude.
"Just yesterday, four merchants came to see me again, saying that the missing Prince and princess had been rescued by Blackmoore."
Tirion Fordring sensed something unspoken: the saying goes, "If you want to condemn someone, you can always find a pretext."
Blackmoore was just a minor lord; what ability did he have to save people from powerful Court Mages and guards?
Tirion Fordring, being so intelligent, bowed and said:
"Your King, I will definitely rescue the princess and the Prince."
Terenas smiled faintly, "There are plenty of Orcs at the Durnholde internment camp. Let them receive this honor; there's no need to bring them back to see me."
Tirion Fordring understood immediately. "Your King, please rest assured, I will certainly not fail in my mission."
Terenas stood with his hands behind his back, looking out the window. "Tirion Fordring, do you know why I care about the Orcs?"
"Because Orcs are kind and benevolent," Tirion Fordring said.
Terenas smiled and gently shook his head, "From the first time I met you, I knew you and I were the same kind of people. There are no outsiders here, so feel free to speak your mind."
Tirion Fordring lowered his head deeply, somewhat unsure of the King's thoughts, and offered no comment.
Terenas chuckled, "Tirion Fordring, there are very few truly intelligent people in this world. Not everyone can see through the truth behind this. Uther was one of them; he helped me a lot. But you see things even more clearly than Uther. I have a feeling you will be Uther's successor."
Tirion Fordring was secretly pleased to hear this, thinking that with the King's support, his position was secure. He feigned anxiety and said:
"What merit or ability do I possess? I am merely groping my way through the fog, finding my way by touching the stones."
Terenas smiled slightly, "There aren't many people who know how to feel the stone. I ask you, how do you think we should treat Orcs?"
Tirion Fordring hesitated for a moment, knowing that if he didn't speak his mind, he would lose the King's support, and whispered:
"Orcs are ferocious and savage, but they represent Azeroth and are supported by Elune, the Burning Legion, and the Army of the Light. To oppose the Orcs is to overestimate one's own strength."
Terenas let out a long sigh, "Foolish people can never understand me. Look at those ministers and lords, they only care about their immediate interests, but they can't see the key. I have devoted the entire kingdom's resources to supporting the Orcs, so that humans can survive in the cracks."
Tirion Fordring felt a sudden chill run down his spine, knowing that success or failure hinged on this moment, and that it was necessary to gamble for his future. He whispered:
"Your King, your understanding is wrong! Such an outcome would only lead to the fall of Lordaeron and the extinction of humanity."
"What did you say?" Terenas asked, his face darkening with displeasure.
Tirion Fordring raised his head, looking directly into the King's eyes. "The Burning Legion and the Army of the Light value the Orcs because they believe Orcs superior. But if humans defeat Orcs, it proves we are superior, and the Orcs will be eliminated. Your King should understand the principle of survival of the fittest."
"Nonsense!" Terenas roared viciously.
Tirion Fordring remained unfazed. "Has Your Majesty forgotten the Draenei? King Prophet Velen shared your views, also adopting a tolerant attitude towards the Orcs, and what was the result?"
"You, you"
Terenas stood up, pointed at Tirion Fordring, and was so angry he couldn't speak.
Tirion Fordring stepped forward, pressing him aggressively:
"Your King, after making the mistake of establishing the Orcs internment camp, you could have turned back. Unfortunately, you valued your reputation and were afraid of being called a tyrant by future generations, so you sank deeper and deeper into the mire. Am I right?"
Terenas, his thoughts exposed, slumped down, his face ashen.
Tirion Fordring grew increasingly smug, laughing heartily, "Look at this! The one sitting on this throne appears to be human, but he's actually an Orcs. You and I have to be the Orcs's loyal hounds, wagging Orcs tails and begging for mercy. Considering our contributions, perhaps after the Orcs exterminate humanity, they'll reward us with some scraps."
Terenas's anger flared. "Tirion Fordring, don't forget, I am still the King of Lordaeron, and you are merely the Lord of Hearthglen."
Tirion Fordring raised an eyebrow. "So what? I'm better at currying favor with Orcs than you are. Back in the war against the Orcs, I had an excellent relationship with their Orcs."
Terenas suddenly raised his head; no wonder the war with the Orcs was so difficult back then.
Uther, Tirion Fordring, and others were secretly helping the Orcs win.
"You are a traitor to humanity!" Terenas gradually lost her composure.
Tirion Fordring laughed heartily, "Your King, when the Orcs return and become the masters of Lordaeron, Uther can't be relied upon. If you want to live, you'll have to rely on me."
Terenas froze, then realized he had made another mistake.
Some people, once they seize an opportunity, will do everything in their power to hold onto it tightly, like a piranha biting its prey, even at the risk of their lives.
Tirion Fordring was undoubtedly that kind of person.
Terenas remained silent, but his attitude softened, and he lost his King dominance.
Tirion Fordring, pleased with his successful plot, laughed smugly, "Your King, rest assured, I will certainly become a qualified leader of the Order of the Silver Hand, even better than Uther."
After Tirion Fordring left, a furious roar erupted in the study.
Hillsbrad Foothills, Blackmoore's territory.
Hidden in a mountain valley, Blackmoore closed his eyes, carefully sensing the Elemental Power.
The Black-Robed Man watched from the sidelines.
In just a few days, with the help of the Black-Robed Man, Blackmoore, who originally had no qualifications, was able to communicate with the elements.
It also incorporates Dalaran's mage magic, creating a unique set of spellcasting techniques.
The combination of volatile Elemental Magic and focused spellcasting techniques by a mage produced unexpected results.
Taking a deep breath, Blackmoore suddenly opened his eyes, which shone with elemental light.
"Ah!"
With a loud roar, Blackmoore cast a spell on the hill in front of him, and countless Elemental Power surged forth.
In just two seconds, Blackmoore cast sixteen spells, melting the rocky hill and sending Lava flowing freely.
"Such immense power, even Medivh couldn't withstand it!"
Blackmoore was full of confidence, and apart from feeling a slight tightness in his chest, he felt no other abnormality.
The Black-Robed Man admired his research findings and said modestly:
Let's come up with a name!
Blackmoore's gaze sharpened slightly. "Let's call it, The Call of All Spirits."