Thrall killed the Evil King Terenas, a fact known to all in Lordaeron. Before ascending the throne, Thrall specifically listed this event as one of his ten glorious achievements.
In Andorhal, the wind direction suddenly changed.
Uther the Lightbringer testified firsthand that Thrall and King Terenas were close friends.
To protect his old friend from harm, Thrall secretly hid the old King. He had to endure humiliation and stage a charade, bearing the stigma of killing the King.
Unfortunately, the powerful Evil finally arrived. Prince Arthas, controlled by the Runeblade, found the unfortunate old King and killed his own father. Thrall risked his life to retrieve the old King's body, demonstrating the sincere friendship between humans and beastmen.
King Terenas' funeral is about to be held in Andorhal.
How can history be changed so easily?
The survivors of Lordaeron had become numb to it, but some foreign Paladins protested against Uther, and as a result, they were labeled as Evil Paladins colluding with Arthas and were hung on stakes to await their miserable death.
Just as Uther had hoped, Arthas brought only a small force to Andorhal.
The powerful Scourge did not pursue the escaped Orcs remnants with full force. In fact, the Scourge was operating methodically, searching for traces of Orcs in every city, village, and countryside.
After the Second War, a small number of Orcs who fled to the Wilderness brought many disasters to the people of Lordaeron, which also led to the mutiny in the Internment Camps. Arthas learned from this lesson.
He wanted to drive all these green-skinned Orcs out of Lordaeron, leaving not a single one behind.
The remnants of the Orcs fled north, a situation Arthas did not want to see, but was powerless to stop.
Arthas did not want a complete break with the High Elves; he felt there was still room for reconciliation.
With the High Elves providing support, eliminating the Orcs in the north of Lordaeron is unrealistic. Furthermore, Silvermoon City in Quel'Thalas has a port, so if the Orcs choose to go to sea, it will definitely be a headache.
"That idiot Uther has no idea what kind of power he's facing."
Arthas left the Undead soldiers outside Andorhal, and only he and Robbie rode into Andorhal.
The once prosperous town is now a ruin. Several wars in Andorhal have left it ravaged by fire, and the buildings that were once burned are now just charred wood.
A group of Paladins surged out, the Paladin shouting, "Arthas!"
Gavinrad, with his thick beard, held a prominent position within the Silver Hand, having once been one of Silver Hand commanders. He glared at Arthas and loudly rebuked him:
"Arthas! Stop your madness! It's not too late. The great Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth, and yet you want to kill them all. You are destroying the Azeroth Continent."
"The Orcs have been defeated; there's no need for you to defend their evil deeds."
Arthas shook his head bitterly. "Step aside, brother. I don't want to be disturbed. Perhaps you were coerced into doing something wrong to the people of Lordaeron. At the moment of your death, the Restless Souls will judge you."
Hearing about the judgment after death, Gavinrad felt a jolt in his heart. He had no choice but to persevere. His thick eyebrows furrowed, and he spat fiercely at Arthas.
"I can't believe we ever called you brother! I really don't understand why Uther would recommend you. Your atrocities against the Orcs broke his heart. Look at those green-skinned Orcs, such a kind and friendly race, they are always willing to sacrifice themselves to save Azeroth, and this is how you repay Orcs kindness? You destroyed Lordaeron with your own hands, and now you want to destroy Azeroth too?"
"Gavinrad, I've heard too many shameless lies; they no longer stir the slightest ripple in my heart."
Arthas withdrew Frostmourne and calmly said, "Perhaps you want to provoke me, but that will do you no good. I have no intention of killing you or resurrecting you as one of my soldiers. In my eyes, you are simply unworthy."
Gavinrad was startled; Arthas had appeared beside him without him noticing. His speed and agility were so unpredictable that killing him would have been effortless, but Arthas didn't do so.
"You'd better think twice. In your limited lifespan, it might not be too late to repent for your sins."
Arthas patted him on the shoulder and spurred his horse forward.
Robbie passed by Gavinrad, giving the bewildered Paladin a meaningful look, and lowered his voice to say:
"A group of Orcs has been following us, led by Jaina and Saurfang the Great. They're constantly teleporting around, which is annoying. We can't catch them. You'd better be careful, Paladin, they're very hungry."
"Are you trying to scare me? For the sake of the Azeroth Continent, I'm willing to Consecration my flesh and blood to the Orcs," Gavinrad said insincerely.
Robbie patted him on the shoulder, shook his head, and left with a smile.
After Arthas and Robbie disappeared from sight, Gavinrad let out a long sigh of relief. His armor was almost soaked with sweat. Luckily, he had won his gamble.
Uther ordered Gavinrad to provoke Arthas in order to test Arthas's strength.
He dared not disobey the Lightbringer's orders, so he could only feign praise for the Orcs, betting that Arthas was an honest and upright Paladin, just as he had been when serving in the Order of the Silver Hand.
"Trying to fool me? How could there be Orcs in Andorhal Arthas, you were a complete idiot back in the Silver Hand, you didn't improve at all, you were a total moron."
Gavinrad wiped the sweat from his brow, the feeling of surviving a close call bringing him some relief.
The gleaming Battle Axe slashed across Gavinrad's back, the excruciating pain making it difficult for him to turn around.
"I apologize for that dishonorable attack."
Saurfang the Great sheathed his Battle Axe, looked at the Paladin who was almost cleaved in two, and revealed a ferocious, satisfied smile.
"Paladin, keep your promise! For Azeroth, Consecration your flesh and blood! We are hungry."
A group of hungry Orcs pounced and quickly routed the small squad of Paladins.
Gavinrad was extremely honored as Saurfang the Great personally tore at his flesh, chewed it greedily, and ripped him to pieces alive, while Jaina coldly watched the Orcs's atrocity from the side.
At the moment Gavinrad lost consciousness, darkness enveloped his soul.
Arthas and Robbie walked side by side.
"Jaina's Mass Teleport has become even stronger." Arthas learned of Gavinrad's death from the Restless Souls; the people of Lordaeron had not spared his soul.
Robbie gazed at the gloomy sky and analyzed earnestly, "Jaina's increased strength proves that the Guardian Medivh is still alive. The Guardian will never accept defeat; he must be plotting something in secret."
This history is so incredible and complex that even a time traveler like Robbie couldn't predict Medivh's next move.
Following their memories, Arthas and Robbie searched for Kel'Thuzad's grave in the ruins.
To defeat your opponent, you must first understand them.
Kel'Thuzad is undoubtedly one of the candidates most familiar with the Guardian Medivh.