Terenas slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly. "Outrageous! You want me to cede territory as a dowry? Absolutely not!"
Tirion Fordring laughed heartily, "Others who cede territory are traitors, but you are the King, and King is not a traitor."
Terenas gritted his teeth. "Tirion Fordring, you should know the importance of Stratholme. Only with this military fortress can the safety of the Darrowmere Region be guaranteed. Lake Darrowmere is the kingdom's most important granary. If we lose Stratholme, Lordaeron will fall into famine."
Tirion Fordring said nonchalantly, "Since there's a famine anyway, we might as well include the Darrowmere Region as part of the dowry."
Terenas saw through Tirion Fordring's scheme; the so-called dowry was just a pretext.
He was no longer satisfied with Hearthglen and wanted to acquire a large piece of land to establish himself as king.
"Outrageous! Tirion Fordring, I hereby strip you of your position in the Order of the Silver Hand and remove you from command."
Tirion Fordring shrugged nonchalantly. "King Terenas, the Orcs await salvation. Without me, Orcs would all be killed by Blackmoore. Can you bear that responsibility?"
Terenas's face turned ashen with rage. "Lordaeron has countless powerful warriors; it's just as good without you."
Tirion Fordring nodded. "That's right. Lordaeron has many capable generals who can lead armies into battle. I'm just the lowest in rank, but I'm the only one who truly cares about the Orcs. You have no other choice."
Terenas was trembling with rage, but he had to admit that Tirion Fordring was right.
Uther is currently receiving treatment in Ironforge; any other general would not risk their life for the Orcs.
Tirion Fordring had King Terenas completely under his control, and smiled smugly.
"Think about it, Your King. Which is more important, the Orcs or the Darrowmere Region? You surely already know the answer in your heart."
King Terenas, breathless and nearly fainting, slowly sat back down on his throne.
"You're right, Orcs are more important than anything else. Alright, Tirion Fordring, I'll send someone to Silvermoon City to propose marriage to Sylvanas on your behalf."
Tirion Fordring beamed, "Excellent, Your King! As long as Sylvanas agrees, I'll send troops immediately."
King Terenas sent an envoy with generous gifts to Silvermoon City to propose marriage to Tirion Fordring.
No one knows how the delegation used their persuasive skills to negotiate with the High Elves, but the result was satisfactory: Sylvanas agreed.
Sylvanas Windrunner said this:
"I met Tirion Fordring once in my youth and was moved by his heroism. I knew he was the one for me, but because of our racial differences, I had to keep my love hidden deep in my heart. I hope my man will be a peerless hero, and if he can defeat the Evil Blackmoore, the day he returns in triumph will be our wedding day."
Tirion Fordring was overjoyed and, as promised, led his army to Hillsbrad Foothills.
Such a large-scale expedition is rare in the history of Lordaeron.
Tirion Fordring personally led the main force of the Order of the Silver Hand, a total of five thousand elite Paladins.
They also drew troops from the Lordaeron and the Tirisfal Glades Standing Army, and added the private armies of lords from various regions, bringing the total to more than 70,000.
Tirion Fordring was not satisfied, so he conscripted more than 100,000 farmers from various places to serve as reserve and logistical troops.
The army, numbering five hundred thousand, set out from Tirisfal Glades, preparing to march through Silverpine Forest and into Hillsbrad Foothills.
King Genn Greymane of Kingdom of Gilneas was so frightened by the news that he couldn't sleep all night.
King Greymane believed that Tirion Fordring's apparent campaign against Blackmoore was actually aimed at destroying the Kingdom of Gilneas.
The Kingdom of Gilneas is on high alert, ready to fight Tirion Fordring to the death at any moment.
In the Silverpine Forest, fallen leaves create a colorful scene, and the autumn breeze brings the last vestiges of warmth.
Tirion Fordring rode a white Mammoth, leisurely enjoying the beautiful scenery along the roadside.
Tirion Fordring had his own agenda in sending such a large-scale army.
One reason is to demonstrate one's authority and increase one's political capital.
Secondly, Tirion Fordring had long coveted the King of Lordaeron and was just waiting to kill Blackmoore before personally going to Karazhan to meet Medivh.
Tirion Fordring was determined to prove to Medivh that he was more fit to King Terenas.
Once he becomes King, he can realize his dream of turning Lordaeron into a kingdom for the Orcs.
After becoming King of Lordaeron and marrying Sylvanas, Tirion Fordring reached the pinnacle of his life.
The army encountered a group of refugees as soon as they entered the Silverpine Forest.
Tirion Fordring led from the front, successfully eliminating dozens of refugees and achieving a great initial victory.
In the Royal Palace Lordaeron, Terenas was so angered by Tirion Fordring that he fell ill and could only handle state affairs at his bedside.
A close advisor read aloud a battle report sent from the front lines at his bedside:
" In Silverpine Forest, Tirion Fordring, leading the Silver Hand, Execute five million traitors and sent their leader to Lordaeron. We request commendation."
Terenas laughed out loud in anger, "Five million? Even if all the people of Lordaeron were to become traitors, it still wouldn't be enough for that number, damned Tirion Fordring."
The advisor closed the intelligence report and replied, "King Majesty, according to intelligence, Tirion Fordring killed a total of thirty-five refugees, all of whom were pale and starving, barely able to stand."
Terenas waved his hand weakly and said, "Fine, as long as we can kill Blackmoore, I'll give Tirion Fordring whatever he wants."
In the mountains behind the Silverpine Forest Ambermill region, more than a dozen families of fugitive orcs live in seclusion.
One day, seven Orcs children went out to play, but accidentally got lost and ended up on the main road.
The Orcs children, the oldest being nine and the youngest only five, had never seen such a wide road before, so they played on it.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from the front lines, and the vanguard of the Silver Hand arrived.
The knights were all fully armored, and even their horses were covered in thick armor. The Orcs children were terrified and stood frozen in the middle of the road.
The Paladins stopped in front of the seven children, and the young Paladin at the front said:
"Seven Orcs children, should we just charge in?"
An officer roared, "Are you insane? Don't you know how much His Majesty the King cherishes the Orcs? If we accidentally harm them, we'll all die!"
The young Paladin added, "I'll dismount and carry them away; I promise I won't hurt them."
The officer shook his head. "This matter must be handled with utmost care. If we frighten these children, we cannot afford the consequences. Report to Tirion Fordring Fording immediately."
Tirion Fordring was still basking in the afterglow of his recent victory, the killings making him feel good, when scouts reported that the road was blocked.
"Who dares to block my army? They're asking for trouble!"
Tirion Fordring led his men to investigate, and were stunned to find that the children were seven Orcs children.
The seven children held hands, staring in terror at Tirion Fordring on the white Mammoth, tears welling in their eyes, on the verge of crying.
Tirion Fordring stared at the seven children, and suddenly, an overwhelming sense of fear washed over him.
He recalled his first battle with the Orcs, when, due to underestimating them, his group was surrounded by Orcs.
Orcs are tall and strong.
The Holy Light inexplicably left Tirion Fordring, and his comrades fell one by one.
To save his life, Tirion Fordring feigned death amidst a pile of corpses, witnessing firsthand the Orcs tearing apart the bodies of his fallen comrades. From that moment on, Tirion Fordring was terrified.
Tirion Fordring doesn't remember how he escaped, but ever since then, the fear of Orcs has haunted him from time to time.