The Black-Robed Man narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded. "A good name, Call of All Spirits; one day it will be known to all."
Blackmoore's eyes gleamed, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "With the Call of All Spirits, we need not fear Medivh. Let's start with Durnholde and kill all these beasts who are harming us."
"Take it easy, things need to be done step by step," the Black-Robed Man said calmly.
"Please enlighten me, sir." Blackmoore trusted the Black-Robed Man implicitly.
The Black-Robed Man gazed at the distant, towering mountains, his expression stern. "This world has never lacked rebels. Many of them were stronger Medivh, yet they all ultimately failed, were falsely accused of being the Destroyers, and met tragic ends. Blackmoore, strength is not the only way to win; wisdom is even more crucial."
Blackmoore looked very unwilling, and thinking of his father again, he said in a suppressed voice:
"You're right. Justice doesn't reside in the hearts of the people, but only in the might of the powerful. Just like my father, he did the right thing, but Terenas is the King. He represents Justice. Even if he does something wrong, no one dares to say he's wrong, because he's the King, so he's forever great and forever right."
The Black-Robed Man, with his hands behind his back, said, "That's right. Because Terenas holds the power of discourse, he established Orcs internment camps, and all the people of Lordaeron suffer and are exploited to death, yet they have to praise their King as great. Even if you possess great power and save the people from suffering, they will still call you a villain and a traitor."
Blackmoore felt short of breath; pressure was mounting from all sides, making it impossible for him to breathe.
"Popular support is the most useless thing, sir. What should I do?"
The Black-Robed Man flicked his sleeves. "It's simple. Terenas will pay for his mistakes. He fed the Orcs, so he will die at Orcs hands!"
Blackmoore's eyes lit up. "You mean using the Orcs to overthrow King Terenas's rule? That's right. That way, we'll have the support of public opinion and justice. We'll be on the side of fairness and Justice, Terenas will be a vicious the Destroyer. I've considered that, but how would doing this make me any different from Terenas?"
The Black-Robed Man calmly stated, "We are different from Terenas. We only utilize Orcs, such as Durnholde. We only need three thousand Orcs left; the rest will all be turned into Tough Jerky."
Three thousand Orcs?
Blackmoore was startled; the Durnholde internment camp housed a total of 38,000 Orcs.
The Black-Robed Man suppressed his hatred and said in a hoarse voice, "To ensure loyalty, we used Undead Elixir to refine these three thousand Orcs, turning them into low-intelligence warriors to eliminate future troubles."
Blackmoore's eyes flashed with hatred. "It should have been done a long time ago, so what's next?"
The Black-Robed Man puffed out his chest and said, "Next, we'll seize the moral high ground. It's actually quite easy; all we need to do is make the two most powerful Orcs in the world your henchmen, while you remain behind the scenes, manipulating everything."
These two Orcs, one of whom was Grom Hellscream, led the Warsong Clan in a flight through the wilderness.
The other is the Orgrimmar Doomhammer, which is working to rescue the Orcs from the Internment Camp.
Unfortunately, he couldn't solve the food problem, and most of the Orcs he rescued starved to death.
Durnholde internment camp.
On a pitch-black night, the gates of the Internment Camp opened silently, and an inconspicuous carriage disappeared into the vast darkness.
The next day, the guards discovered that the highest-ranking officer of the Internment Camp and his family were missing.
The Internment Camp needed the Jailer, and the candidates gathered together, each with a worried expression, as if attending their own funeral.
The same rules apply: draw lots.
The candidates all knew that this was a dead end; in less than a month, they would be impeached by the Peace Dove and their entire families would be fed to the Orcs.
There is another option, which is to escape, just like the former the Jailer.
At this moment of despair, Blackmoore stepped forward and said in a loud voice:
"Sirs, I am merely a lowly lieutenant, unqualified to compete for the position of the Jailer. However, the Peace Dove are eyeing us covetously, ready to target our Durnholde internment camp. Someone must do something, and I believe no one is more suitable for this position than me."
A senior officer looked at Blackmoore suspiciously:
"I received word that King Terenas has dispatched the Order of the Silver Hand, their target your territory. If I were you, I would have fled long ago."
If Lordaeron hadn't been plagued by widespread famine and misery, making it difficult for royal decrees to reach the frontiers, Blackmoore would have been stripped of his position long ago.
Blackmoore laughed, "That's right. I'm going to die anyway, so why not die in my post the Jailer? It'll be a way of putting my last breath to good use."
After some discussion, everyone decided that since no one wanted the position and Blackmoore was willing to die, they might as well grant him the offer.
Therefore, everyone unanimously voted to appoint Blackmoore as the Jailer.
Upon assuming office, Blackmoore did something that others wanted to do but dared not: he led his trusted men to attack the Peace Dove's camp.
The Peace Dove are stationed near Southshore. These noble youths spend their days eating, drinking, having fun, robbing men and women, and occasionally causing trouble at the Durnholde internment camp.
Blackmoore launched an attack one night and successfully wiped them all out, feeding them to the Orcs.
Next, Blackmoore selected three thousand of the strongest Orcs from the Internment Camp and used a special Undead Elixir invented by the Black-Robed Man to transform them into monsters that Half-Orcs and half-corpse.
Using these monsters, Blackmoore built a huge tent near the Internment Camp.
Every day, Orcs are driven into the tent, but no Orcs ever come out.
The number of Orcs at the Durnholde internment camp is decreasing.
No secrets stay hidden forever, and the news quickly reached Lordaeron.
Anachronos was astonished upon receiving the news; Blackmoore was utterly audacious. He immediately went to see the King.
"Your King, something terrible has happened! Blackmoore has somehow become the Jailer of the Durnholde internment camp, and the Dove of Peace Dove camp has been attacked. Thirty thousand Orcs have already been massacred."
"What, thirty thousand Orcs?"
Terenas suddenly stood up, swaying and nearly falling, his face deathly pale.
"I can't, I can't, I'm so angry! Blackmoore, that damned the Destroyer of the world, I should have killed him long ago! Thirty thousand innocent lives! My heart aches so much."
Even Terenas had never felt such sorrow when 100,000 soldiers and civilians perished during the siege of Lordaeron due to Uther's misjudgment.
"Where is Tirion Fordring?" Terenas roared.
Tirion Fordring stepped forward from among his courtiers:
"King Majesty, I have begun to reorganize the Order of the Silver Hand. That good-for-nothing Uther has made a mess of the Silver Hand. The warhorses are emaciated, most of the knights' armor is damaged, and their weapons are all junk. I need a large sum of money to restore the Silver Hand's fighting strength. If all goes well, we can conquer Blackmoore in a month."
"What? In a month, Orcs in Lordaeron will be killed? Can you afford to take that responsibility?" Terenas was pacing anxiously.
Tirion Fordring said calmly, "If there's enough money, I can reduce the time to half a month."
"I'll only give you one week. How much do you want? I'll pay you." Terenas' eyes were bloodshot; he couldn't wait to rush to Hillsbrad Foothills.
An elderly minister with white hair reminded him, "Your King, the treasury is empty; not a single copper coin can be produced."