Blackmoore was a thorn in King Terenas's side.
King Terenas was overjoyed to receive Saurfang's promise and excitedly grasped Saurfang's hand:
"Saurfang, if you can get rid of Blackmoore, I will share Lordaeron with you."
Saurfang the Great knew this was a test and quickly declined.
"How can this be? You are the King of Lordaeron. I, Saurfang, am willing to serve you. From now on, the Orcs will be your private army, obeying only your orders. Whoever you tell me to fight, I will fight."
King Terenas trembled with excitement; happiness had come too suddenly.
King Terenas had long harbored the intention of using the Orcs to unify the Seven Human Kingdoms and recreate the glory of Emperor Thoradin after establishing the Orcs internment camp in his early years.
Unexpectedly, the Orcs, weakened by a lack of meat, became a burden to Lordaeron.
With Saurfang the Great's help, his wish was about to come true; how could King Terenas not be excited?
But King Terenas still harbored a sliver of doubt and wariness, and was not about to easily trust an Orcs.
Saurfang had anticipated this, and to dispel the King's doubts, he confidently declared:
"Your King, as you know, we Orcs worship the Ancestral Spirit. How about I swear an oath before Ancestral Spirit?"
King Terenas's eyes lit up. "Excellent! What do we need to prepare?"
Saurfang shook his head and smiled, "Your King, I am ready. Please follow me."
Under the protection of palace guards, the two arrived at the foot of the hill, at a clearing overgrown with weeds.
Tall trees blocked out the sun, and a chill emanated from the depths of the dense forest.
Saurfang knelt on the ground and took out a white skull with charred black marks on it.
"In the name of our ancestors!" Saurfang whispered, his gaze filled with utmost devotion, before exhaling a deep breath.
King Terenas watched from the sidelines; in the King's mind, communicating with the ancestors was the duty of Orcs Horde Shaman.
Unexpectedly, Saurfang the Great also knew these things.
In the name of our ancestors.
Saurfang added.
Suddenly, a strange black Flame rose from the skull, and the surrounding light vanished instantly, as if it were the dead of night.
King Terenas was startled. The Court Mages Amnennar said:
"Your King, this skull is strange; it seems to have the power to communicate with the Shadowlands."
"Could it be the return of the Ancestral Spirits of the Orcs?" King Terenas wondered to himself.
Amnennar shook his head, his brow furrowed. "It's not certain yet."
Near the skull, several transparent Orcs souls could be vaguely seen. One of the Orcs wore a crown, was tall and had an extraordinary bearing, like a king looking down on the earth.
Saurfang introduced, "This is my ancestor, the great Emperor Saurfang, who unified the Orcs five hundred years ago, defeated the Ogre god, and reigned for thirty years. He is the greatest monarch in Draenor's history."
The history of Draenor World is subject to many conflicting accounts and lacks a clear record; the past is long gone and cannot be verified.
King Terenas was immediately filled with awe.
Emperor Saurfang, crowned with a Thunder voice, declared, "Varok, the ancestors are smiling upon you. Is there anything I can help you with?"
Saurfang covered his heart with his right hand. "Revered ancestor, I ask you to bear witness that I, Varok Saurfang, swear to you that I will forever be loyal to the great King Terenas, and if I break this oath, may my soul never find peace."
Emperor Saurfang's expression darkened. "How dare a mere human earn the allegiance of us Orcs? Varok, you have greatly disappointed me."
Saurfang kowtowed and pleaded, "Ancestor, please grant my request."
"Snort!"
Emperor Saurfang scoffed, "I'd like to see if the humans you serve are even worthy of it."
Having said that, the Emperor's gaze swept across the humans present, and when it settled on King Terenas's face, he let out a gasp of astonishment:
"Such an intense imperial aura! I have seen emperors throughout history, but I have never felt such powerful imperial power. How could such a great figure be born on this insignificant planet, Azeroth?"
Emperor Saurfang's transparent soul appeared before King Terenas, examined him carefully, and bowed deeply, saying:
"Though you are now in your twilight years, your imperial reign has only just begun. You will soon have a miraculous encounter and attain immortality. Your rule will last for ten thousand years, and all races of Azeroth will worship at your feet. All races will bask in your glory. Even Outland will submit to you. You are the master of two worlds, the magnificent Azeroth-Draenor Emperor— no one before you could compare, and no one after you can compare. The greatest in the history of Azeroth."
"Can I really do it?" King Terenas thought with elation.
For elderly people nearing the end of their lives, clinging to a deep attachment to power, they are unwilling to complete the final journey of their lives.
If this is just the beginning, how wonderful that would be.
Emperor Saurfang sighed, "I have roamed Draenor for thirty years, my life filled with ruthless killing and swift revenge, and I have no regrets. I only regret that I could not live in the same era as you. If I could serve by your side, I would be willing to pay any price. Fortunately, I have my descendant Varok to serve you, which is the honor of my Saurfang Family."
King Terenas laughed heartily, "Your Majesty, you flatter me. I am merely the King of Lordaeron."
"This is only the beginning of your great life," Emperor Saurfang pleaded earnestly. "I have always been proud and have never begged anyone, but today I must make an exception. I beg you to take care of the Orcs and not let them be wiped out."
King Terenas nodded. "As long as Saurfang remains loyal to me, there will always be room for Orcs to live in Azeroth."
"With the Emperor's promise, I am relieved."
Emperor Saurfang breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, put on a stern face, and earnestly instructed Saurfang the Great:
"Varok, remember this: not only must you be loyal to His King, but your sons, grandsons, and descendants will also be loyal to the great King for generations to come."
Saurfang the Great prostrated himself on the ground. "Ancestor, rest assured, as long as our Saurfang Family exists, the Orcs will forever be loyal to the great King Terenas."
Emperor Saurfang nodded in satisfaction. "If you can keep your oath, I can rest in peace."
The souls of several Orcs vanished, and the light reappeared. Saurfang put away the skull and stood before the King, awaiting his command.
Having finished communicating with the Ancestral Spirit, King Terenas was completely at ease with Saurfang the Great and ordered him to take over the Tirisfal Saurfang the Great Tirisfal Glades Internment Camp.
Tirisfal Glades and imprisons 15,000 Orcs.
Although they were not the largest in number, they were all elite Orcs, battle-hardened Veterans, and the main force that attacked Lordaeron back then.
On the way back to Lordaeron, the Court Mages Amnennar met with King Terenas alone.
"King Majesty, I've thought about it carefully, and something feels off. How could the Ancestral Spirits of the Orcs appear in Azeroth?"
Terenas chuckled. "Relax, don't put too much pressure on yourself. I trust Saurfang the Great."
Amnennar frowned. "Your King, this matter requires careful consideration. I suggest we have someone monitor Saurfang."
Terenas shook his head. "As the Emperor of All Ages, I should have the magnanimity and breadth of mind. I trust him."