Amnennar looked worried. "King Majesty, you're gambling with Lordaeron. If Saurfang the Great betrays us, how will we resist? The Order of the Silver Hand are no longer able to fight, Uther surrenders at the mere sight of Orcs. Do you really want to see the Orcs conquer Lordaeron?"
King Terenas was displeased. "Do you know what you're saying? Don't you believe in the Ancestral Spirits of the Orcs?"
Amnennar scratched his head. "Although I don't understand the principle, I think it's just a little trick, an illusion or a smokescreen."
King Terenas laughed heartily, "You worry too much, Amnennar. I am the greatest King in human history, and I would never misjudge someone."
Seeing King Majesty's insistence, Amnennar looked troubled and could only retreat.
Dark clouds obscured the King's entourage, Amnennar looked up at the dark sky, sensing an impending storm.
Back in Lordaeron City, King Terenas forcibly exploited the kingdom's nobles and officials, using every harsh means at his disposal, and finally managed to gather enough weapons and armor, as well as purchase a large amount of food, which he then sent to the Tirisfal Glades Internment Camp.
They successfully armed 15,000 Orcs.
In Hearthglen, deep in the forest, in a small cabin, an Orcs Veteran was adjusting his armor and sharpening his rusty Battle Axe.
"Are you really leaving, Eitrigg?" A voluptuous Orcs woman leaned against the doorframe, posing seductively.
Eitrigg glanced back and called out loudly:
"A true man should aspire to travel far and wide, to achieve great deeds and rise above others. I have been living in seclusion for a long time, waiting for an opportunity."
The Orcs woman muttered discontentedly, "Last year when you were captured by Lord Tirion Fordring, you didn't say that. You said you were tired of killing and just wanted a peaceful life."
Eitrigg looked displeased; it was a disgrace in his life. He gritted his teeth and said:
"If I hadn't said that, Tirion Fordring would have killed me long ago."
The Orcs woman looked surprised. "Did I misjudge you?"
Eitrigg sneered coldly, "You'll never understand me. I've kept you around until today because you still have a use."
The Orcs woman's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the sharp Battle Axe, and she screamed:
"Eitrigg, you said you loved me."
"To love you is to devour you; it's an ancient Orcs tradition. Come, my little darling."
The sharp Battle Axe struck, Orcs woman's blood splattered everywhere.
High Saurfang the Great achieved his goal of becoming the Orcs Warchief. After taking over the Internment Camp, he did not rush into action but first established his own faction.
On this day, a soldier reported that the Orcs Veteran Eitrigg was requesting an audience.
Saurfang the Great scratched his head and said impatiently:
"Eitrigg? Never heard of him. Never seen him."
The soldier said, "Warchief, there's something strange about Eitrigg. He's holding the head of a female Orcs, saying she's his wife, and he's crying very sadly."
Saurfang's eyes darted around, and suddenly he was struck by a thought:
"Alright, bring him to see me."
Upon seeing Saurfang, Eitrigg prostrated himself on the ground, tears and snot streaming down his face.
"Warchief, please do me justice!"
Saurfang waved his hand. "Stand up and speak."
Eitrigg remained kneeling on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and said:
"Warchief, my beloved wife and I lived a secluded life in Hearthglen, avoiding any human presence. That damned Tirion Fordring raided my homeland with his army, forcing my wife to stay with him or he would kill me. To survive, my wife endured this humiliation. For the past year, I have been like a walking corpse, suffering terribly."
Saurfang slammed his fist on the table in anger:
"That damned Tirion Fordring, how dare he humiliate our sisters! If he weren't already dead, I would never have let him get away with this."
I'm already crying my eyes out while watching Eitrigg:
"I heard Tirion Fordring was dead, and I thought my suffering was over, but the High Elves came and cruelly murdered my wife. I beg the Warchief to avenge me! I am willing to serve you, even as your slave, for the sake of revenge!"
Saurfang was deeply moved.
Firstly, Tirion Fordring's deep affection for his wife reminded him of Nagrand's deceased wife.
Secondly, the Orcs would inevitably have to fight the High Elves sooner or later to seize control of Lake Darrowmere, Eitrigg's experience provided a good excuse.
Saurfang helped Eitrigg up and said firmly:
"Eitrigg, your business is my business, the business of all Orcs. We will make them pay for the blood debt owed by humans and High Elves."
Eitrigg was extremely grateful.
After a brief conversation, Saurfang was surprised to discover that Eitrigg was knowledgeable in battle formations and had a deep understanding of military strategy, making him a rare and valuable military talent.
It's important to know that the Orcs suffered heavy losses in their wars against humans.
As the saying goes, it's easy to find a thousand soldiers but hard to find a good general. Eitrigg is exactly the kind of talent that Saurfang craves.
The two chatted amiably, almost forgetting the time, until they grew hungry, at which point Saurfang offered Eitrigg a drink.
Having witnessed Eitrigg's talent, Saurfang appointed him as an advisor.
After a few rounds of drinks, Eitrigg lowered his voice and said:
"Warchief, Lordaeron will belong to the Orcs sooner or later. I advise Warchief to make a decision as soon as possible. Humans change their minds very quickly. If King Terenas is prepared, there will likely be many difficulties."
Saurfang laughed heartily, "Eitrigg, rest assured, King Terenas is nothing but a senile old fool. I fooled him completely with a broken cannibalistic Ogre artifact. Now that Lordaeron is weak, what can it use to fight me?"
Eitrigg shook his head. "Warchief, what I fear most is King Terenas escaping and then rallying allies to attack us."
Saurfang took a slight breath.
King Terenas was not without precedent for fleeing.
As long as he doesn't die, he can escape abroad and raise his voice in protest.
Even if the Orcs conquer Lordaeron, they will still face attacks from humans, Dwarves, High Elves, dragging them into a quagmire of war.
Saurfang's eyes darted around. "I'm worried about Medivh; I can't figure out what he's thinking."
Eitrigg, already prepared, laughed:
"That's simple. Capture Terenas but don't kill him yet. Use every means to humiliate him. Medivh is a germaphobe; he will never honor a disgraced King."
In the dead of night, the sound of armor rubbing together suddenly echoed through the streets of Lordaeron.
Terenas awoke with a start to find the Royal Palace teeming with Orcs.
Two Orcs soldiers grabbed Terenas from his bed, dragged him by his right foot, and carried him to the Throne Room.
Terenas, his head bleeding profusely from being banged on the ground, howled and screamed in agony as he stared in astonishment at Saurfang the Great on the throne.
"You swore an oath!" Terenas cried, questioning him.
Saurfang laughed heartily, then put on a stern face and said, "I haven't broken my oath. My oath stated: to be forever loyal to the great King Terenas. And you are nothing but a piece of trash, the most incompetent, the most foolish King, utterly devoid of any greatness, you idiot! Everything you've done today is your own fault."
Terenas then realized he had been tricked; the oath had concealed a trap. He closed his eyes and awaited his death.
Saurfang pointed at King Terenas's nose and sneered, "Do you want to die? Poor Terenas, I won't let you die. I'll throw him into the latrine for all the people of Lordaeron to see. You should have expected this day to come when you built the Orcs internment camp; this is your retribution."
Karazhan.
Medivh learned that Saurfang had stormed the Royal Palace Lordaeron and hesitated whether to intervene.
When Medivh heard that King Terenas had been thrown into a latrine, a fact known to all in Lordaeron, Medivh shook his head in disgust and decided to wait and see.