Upon hearing this, King Terenas fell into thought.
Lordaeron has many wandering Orcs, in a state of disarray, roaming around like bandits, hindering the conquest of Blackmoore.
If they can be united, they will form a powerful force, Blackmoore will undoubtedly be defeated.
Terenas said cautiously:
"That's a good idea, but I need a capable and trustworthy Orcs. The Orcs army is a Sharp Sword, and I can't entrust it to an unreliable person."
Upon hearing that an Orcs leader was to be chosen, Thrall was eager to try, while Rend was even more assertive, as if he were the only one fit to take the challenge.
Anachronos ignored the two and said calmly, "I have a suitable candidate, King Majesty. Have you heard of Saurfang the Great?"
Terenas's eyes lit up. "I've heard of him before. People say that Saurfang the Great a man of noble character and impeccable virtue, a moral exemplar for the Orcs, and a great hero."
Anachronos asked, "Would you be satisfied if Saurfang were to become the leader of the Orcs?"
Terenas quickly replied, "Of course, no problem. I have long admired Saurfang the Great and would love to hire him as a court officer, but unfortunately, I have never had the opportunity. There is no Saurfang the Great in the Internment Camp, and there is no news of him outside."
Anachronos laughed heartily, "Your King, High Overlord Saurfang the Great is renowned for his benevolence and righteousness. Some people couldn't bear to see him suffer, so they hid him away."
King Terenas frowned. "Who is it!"
"The Agamand Family!" Anachronos said solemnly.
Terenas's face darkened, and he said unhappily, "It was them."
Agamand Family, the wealthiest family in Tirisfal Glades, is one of the richest families King Lordaeron, on par with the Barov Family.
But this family really didn't know what was good for them.
When King Terenas first established the Internment Camp, Count Earl Kullerman Agamand, foresaw the impending doom and led most of his family's assets to defect to the Kingdom of Stormwind.
This also led to a split within the Agamand Family, with some members loyal to Lordaeron remaining to continue managing the remaining businesses.
King Terenas complained more than once that if Earl Agramande had remained loyal to Lordaeron, the Orcs at the Tirisfal Internment Camp would have been able to eat meat.
To support the Orcs, the King imposed heavy taxes on the Agamand Family, pushing them to the brink of bankruptcy.
However, even a weakened Kodo is bigger than a horse.
To the north of Tirisfal Glades, vast stretches of barren fields and endless dilapidated manors belong to the Agamand Family.
In the center of a lush grove of trees, there stands an exquisite courtyard.
This was once Earl Agramande's favorite villa, and now it is inhabited by a noble Orcs.
Saurfang the Great finished his workout, his strong muscles glistening with sweat.
Acting patriarch Davelin Agamand was already waiting nearby, personally handing him a towel, and servants brought him breakfast.
Saurfang wiped his sweat, glanced at breakfast, which was a large bowl of fragrant braised meat.
"You damn trash, do you want to die?"
Saurfang grabbed the bowl and smashed it hard against Daeffin's face, roaring furiously:
"How many times have I said it? Orcs need fresh flesh and blood, the best living creatures. Only in this way can we maintain our fighting spirit. Cooked meat will only turn me into a piece of trash, just like a human."
Defferin's head was broken and bleeding profusely. He obediently served by his side, pleading pitifully:
"My lord, there is no living creature left in Tirisfal Glades; we simply cannot find any fresh flesh."
Saurfang roared, "Then go find humans! Useless humans are only fit to be Orcs food, or I'll eat you!"
Davelin dared not retort, bowing and scraping, "Your Majesty, please wait a moment, I will go and prepare immediately."
Once outside the manor, Davelin's brother Salman had already prepared a first-aid kit and skillfully bandaged his wounds.
"Brother, why did you take in this rude Orcs? Years ago, he sneaked Brill a farm near Brill and tore a seven-year-old child to pieces. He was chased and beaten by the villagers and was about to be killed when you saved him. Over the years, he has become increasingly worse, unable to eat without meat at every meal, and now he's gone too far, demanding fresh flesh and blood."
Dafferin glared at him. "What do you know? Saurfang is a great hero and a paragon of Orcs, his moral character is impeccable. This is a test of us."
Salman pouted in dissatisfaction and said, "I don't see any probing at all. Your daughter Nisa and son-in-law Grigo were both torn to pieces and eaten by him."
"Serves them right. Who told them to serve so poorly? Dying is too good for them." Davelin's expression was vicious.
Salman sighed, "Brother, it's not that I'm nagging, but years ago when you wanted to go to Stormwind City, you refused to go. Now we're almost starving, and you're trying to feed a white-eyed wolf Orcs. Why torture yourself like this? I'll take a few servants and kill this beast."
Deaverin quickly grabbed Salman:
"Brother, listen to me. I know you're unhappy with Saurfang the Great, and I admit he's deliberately making things difficult for us. But everyone has a heart, and even Orcs can be moved. The moment I saw Saurfang the Great, I knew the future of our family rested on his shoulders. Lordaeron will eventually collapse under the weight of its burdens, and the Orcs will be the future masters of this land. We helped him in his time of crisis, and anyone with a shred of conscience will know how to be grateful."
Salman smiled wryly, "Brother, do you really understand Orcs?"
Dafferin said confidently, "I understand people's hearts. Go and find someone to prepare food for Saurfang the Great."
Salman said expressionlessly, "I refuse. My reason tells me that we must not feed our own kind to the Orcs. Brother, don't be so stubborn. The Orcs will only bring us destruction."
"I am the patriarch, how dare you disobey my orders!" Davelin roared angrily.
Salman left no room for negotiation. "Even if you were the chieftain, or even King Terenas, there are certain lines I wouldn't cross."
A murderous glint appeared in Davelin's eyes. He waved his hand and said, "If you don't want to do it, then forget it. Look, someone's coming."
Salman turned his head to look, and a sharp blade pierced his chest.
"Since you're unwilling to help me, then you'll become Saurfang the Great's food." Daeffin's expression was ferocious and twisted, much like Saurfang the Great's.
Salman remained calm, as if he had expected this, and said with a bitter laugh, "Brother, you will regret this."
After killing his brother, Davey was filled with unease and torment, and couldn't sleep well all night.
The next day, the King's messenger arrived, bringing a troop of palace guards and conveying King Terenas's orders.
King Terenas appointed Warchief Saurfang the Great as Warchief, to rule over the wandering Orcs of Lordaeron.
Davey was overjoyed. Although it wasn't what he had expected, his years of patience had finally paid off.
With Saurfang the Great in power, is the rise of the Agamand Family far off?
"Nisa, Grigo, Salman, do you see? Your blood was not shed in vain. It proves I was right."
Then, a fierce expression appeared on his face as he looked towards the Kingdom of Stormwind and whispered:
"Azeroth will belong to the Orcs sooner or later, Kulman, I will prove you wrong."