Dalaran, a renowned magical empire in Azeroth, a dazzling jewel in the crown of magic.
However, for the Orcs, Dalaran is their own backyard, where they can come and go as they please.
Those magical spells and earth-shattering magics seemed to lose their power as soon as they encountered Orcs.
In both Orcs Wars, Dalaran did nothing but generate buzz and serve no real purpose.
All of this is related to the High Archmage Antonidas.
High Archmage Antonidas had a longer-term vision than anyone else. Having witnessed firsthand the horrific massacre of the Draenei, who possessed interstellar travel technology, how could humanity, with its agrarian civilization, possibly defeat the Orcs?
However, Antonidas did it very subtly, unlike Uther and Tirion Fordring's simple and direct attempts to please.
In the hearts of the people, he remains the respected High Archmage.
Unfortunately, he couldn't hide it from the higher-ups; Uther knew Antonidas very well.
Dalaran doesn't just study magic; it also has psychology, sociology, and more. Antonidas even set up a special group to study techniques for communicating with Orcs.
When it comes to communicating with Orcs, Antonidas is the absolute authority.
Uther hesitated for a long time, then said uneasily:
"Antonidas is senior, highly skilled, and has a very high opinion of himself; I can't persuade him to come."
Anachronos smiled faintly, "It's alright, I have leverage over him. One letter and he'll be coming from Dalaran."
Uther was shocked. His mechanical hand instinctively stroked his chin as he pondered Anachronos's true identity.
Just as Anachronos had predicted, with just one letter, Antonidas teleported directly to Lordaeron, his gaze towards Anachronos filled with flattery and obsequiousness.
Antonidas readily agreed to Uther's request, confidently promising that no Orcs could be unconvinced by his intervention.
An army of five thousand set off from Lordaeron and headed straight for Silverpine Forest, with Antonidas by Uther's side.
The army hadn't gone far when Orcs blocked their path.
Antonidas went to negotiate and returned shortly afterward.
"The Orcs are willing to make way, but they need enough food for fifty people."
Uther laughed indifferently, "Give them to them!"
They hadn't gone more than a few steps when more Orcs came to block their way.
"The Orcs need a hundred Battle Axes, or they won't leave," Antonidas reported to Uther.
Uther didn't even raise an eyebrow. "No problem, give them to them."
The army marched on again, but even more Orcs blocked their path.
Antonidas sighed wearily and went to negotiate with the Orcs.
"Uther, the Orcs say they won't leave without five hundred sets of armor."
Uther didn't take it to heart. "My army is on a long expedition; why would I be short of five hundred sets of armor? Give them some."
"Uther, the Orcs say they haven't had meat for months and need two hundred warhorses for a treat."
"Lord Uther, the Orcs have promised to make way for us if we give them a thousand sets of clothes."
"By the Holy Light, the Orcs are going too far! They demand two thousand sets of armor, or they won't let us pass."
"Uther, it's not my fault. The Orcs Consecration everything to save Azeroth. They wouldn't leave unless you left them supplies and provisions."
"This task was incredibly difficult. Do you know how much I had to talk? I had to use Mind Magic to convince the Orcs. Orcs said they only needed two thousand soldiers for hot pot."
The army finally entered Silverpine Forest, Uther suddenly realized that he only had two hundred Personal Guards left.
Forget weapons, armor, and warhorses, the Orcs stripped them naked, leaving them completely bare, covered only by leaves.
How can you fight a war when you're naked and unarmed?
Uther, overcome with rage, coughed up blood and leaned on his bodyguard's shoulder:
"High Archmage Antonidas, thank you for your help in opening the Portal back to Lordaeron."
Antonidas opened the Portal and shrugged innocently.
"Uther, it's not my fault. I've done my best. You should know the nature of Orcs; they are like an insatiable Abyss. The good news is that we have successfully armed an Orcs, and they will bring disaster to the people of Lordaeron."
"The Orcs are kind and benevolent, those damned beasts!" Uther couldn't help but curse aloud.
Looking at the nearby the Sepulcher Internment Camp, Uther shook his head and sighed:
"This battle was not a fault of the warriors, nor was it the fault of the Orcs; it was simply that Heaven did not Lordaeron, and it was all arranged by the Holy Light."
Uther Liuliu back to Lordaeron, where he secluded himself and refused to see any visitors.
Eleven years Dark Portal, the winter of that year was exceptionally cold.
Blackmoore breached the defenses of the Sepulcher Internment Camp, and the defenders offered only a token resistance for ten minutes before retreating through the back door.
Twelve thousand Orcs were turned into Tough Jerky.
The people of Silverpine Forest breathed a sigh of relief, and long-lost smiles returned to their faces.
They would no longer have to bear heavy taxes, and no one would force them to hand over their last grain of food to feed the Orcs.
Blackmoore's actions were unexpected; instead of seizing the opportunity to occupy Silverpine Forest or continuing the advance, he withdrew directly to Hillsbrad Foothills.
When the news reached Lordaeron, King Terenas had already recovered, collapsed in anger once again.
King Terenas called the Silverpine Forest massacre a national tragedy, stating that Lordaeron had never experienced such a tragedy in its history, and the entire nation mourned.
The Peace Dove was filled with righteous indignation and grief, calling on the people to unite and fight Blackmoore to the death.
Tens of thousands of people actually spontaneously organized themselves and entered Silverpine Forest to hunt down Blackmoore.
If Blackmoore hadn't escaped quickly, it would have been difficult to handle.
Unfortunately, the people had neither armor nor weapons, nor food, and reaching the Silverpine Forest was their limit.
During the retreat, they were ambushed and killed by countless wandering Orcs. Only a small number managed to escape back to Tirisfal Glades, while the rest became food for the Orcs during the winter.
Royal Palace Lordaeron.
King Terenas lay in bed, a fire pit burning brightly with Magic Gems, bringing a spring-like warmth.
Nowadays, food is the most expensive commodity in Lordaeron, and even the King can't get enough to eat, while Magic Gems and the like can be wasted at will.
Anachronos sat opposite the King and said worriedly:
"Your King, Blackmoore has taken in a large number of starving people and armed them; the number of human soldiers now exceeds three thousand."
The thought of Blackmoore, that thorn in his side, fueled Terenas's anger, worsening her condition. She coughed a few times and asked:
"Blackmoore, where did he get his weapons and equipment?"
Anachronos said helplessly, "The armies of Tirion Fordring and Uther were routed, losing countless weapons, equipment, horses, and supplies, which somehow ended up in Blackmoore's hands."
Terenas, enraged and nearly dying, gritted his teeth and said:
"Tirion Fordring is a wolf in sheep's clothing, Uther is utterly useless. I'm so disappointed in him. Little Blackmoore has actually become a force to be reckoned with. What should we do?"
Anachronos had a plan in mind and suggested, "Your King, both of your campaigns against Blackmoore failed because of the Orcs' obstruction."
"I will never allow Orcs to be harmed; that's the bottom line." Terenas's eyes widened in anger.
Anachronos shook his head and laughed:
"Your King, you misunderstand. My suggestion is to select a highly respected Orcs to help him unite the Orcs."