Saurfang stood up from the bed, feeling a surge of power coursing through his body.
With a few powerful swings of his Battle Axe, Saurfang laughed, appearing even stronger than before.
The Holy Light subtly altered his physique.
Uther, panting heavily, his brow furrowed deeper; aging had weakened his constitution, and he spoke weakly:
"Warchief, are you feeling better?"
Saurfang smiled smugly, "Excellent, Uther, you did very well, I will definitely reward you."
Uther was overjoyed and said ingratiatingly, "It's all I should do, Warchief, please don't take it to heart."
Saurfang shook his head and said firmly, "We Orcs always repay kindness. You saved my life; let me think about how to reward you."
Uther quickly knelt on the ground, ready to express his gratitude.
"Eitrigg, how do you think we should thank Uther?" Saurfang asked.
Eitrigg stroked his chin, thought for a moment, and said:
"Warchief, Uther has rendered such service that his family should be bestowed with the highest honors, and Uther himself deserves promotion and reward."
Saurfang grinned maliciously. "Just what I wanted. Men, devour Uther's entire family."
Uther turned pale with fright and hurriedly kowtowed, pleading, "Warchief, spare my life! Please spare my family!"
Saurfang sneered, "Uther, have you forgotten that being eaten by us is the highest honor? You should feel proud and arrogant."
"No, no, those are all lies to deceive the people, please!" Uther grabbed Saurfang's trousers and cried like a child.
Saurfang kicked Uther away and charged forward, stomping on his head.
"Strip Uther naked, nail him to the city gate, and let the people see him. Since you saved my life, this is the reward you deserve."
"Warchief, please, please spare me!"
Several Orcs rushed over and, without saying a word, began to beat Uther mercilessly until he was on the verge of death.
Uther, unwilling to accept this, demanded, "I've helped the Orcs countless times and saved your life, why are you doing this to me?"
Feeling insulted, Eitrigg flew into a rage and bit Uther's shoulder, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.
"Uther, you have infuriated me! How dare you demand so much of Orcs by using the base moral standards of humans? This is an insult to Orcs."
Repaying kindness is a fundamental human moral standard.
Repaying kindness with enmity is a glorious tradition of the Orcs.
In his early years, someone told Uther the story of how Durotan and Orgrim were saved by the Draenei as children and later destroyed Draenei city.
Uther didn't initially realize anything was wrong, until it happened to him, and then he understood that he was just as foolish as the Draenei.
The Orcs carried the dying Uther and nailed his mechanical limbs to the city wall.
Uther was naked, his hair disheveled, and he bowed his head weakly, like a suffering martyr.
People came and went at the city gate, pointing and whispering about Uther.
Every so often, Orcs would throw a bucket of dirty water on Uther's head, leaving him covered in filth.
Even more terrifying, the Holy Light protected Uther, preventing him from dying.
The once invincible Lightbringer Uther has fallen to this state.
After recovering, Saurfang the Great, eager to make a name for himself, summoned his generals and prepared to slaughter the people of Tirisfal Glades.
The messenger brought Blackmoore's letter, which contained only one line:
If you harm even one of your people, I will make you regret ever coming to Azeroth.
How could Saurfang be afraid of Blackmoore? A mocking smile appeared on his lips, but he quickly stopped laughing.
There are two lines of signatures below, not Blackmoore's.
Orgrim Doomhammer.
Grom Hellscream.
Saurfang had worked with these two renowned chieftains and was familiar with their distinctive handwriting, which resembled earthworms crawling across the surface—a rare and authentic example of calligraphy among Orcs.
Did they fall into Blackmoore's hands, or work for Blackmoore?
These two legendary Orcs chieftains far surpassed Saurfang in both strength and prestige.
Saurfang felt a chill run down his spine, an overwhelming fear welling up within him. Without a word, he handed the letter to Eitrigg.
Eitrigg took the letter, his eyes widening in disbelief, his hands trembling uncontrollably.
"Warchief, something strange is going on here. We can't believe it completely, but we can't completely dismiss it either."
Saurfang was pale and panting heavily.
"Eitrigg, investigate immediately and spare the people of Tirisfal Glades for now."
Eitrigg calmed down and thought for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up:
"Warchief, Blackmoore forbids harming commoners, but he didn't mention nobles."
Saurfang was taken aback, then laughed heartily:
"Indeed, Lordaeron has many nobles. It's time to plunder them, starting with the Agamand Family."
Saurfang led his men into the Agamand Family manor, where Acting Patriarch Davelin Agamand hurriedly went out to greet them.
"We Orcs have an old saying: 'Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river.' You old bastard Daefrin, do you still remember how you treated me back then?" Saurfang's face was contorted with rage.
Daefrin was baffled. He was the one who had rescued Saurfang the Great from the villagers, and he had served him diligently all these years without the slightest slackening.
To curry favor with Saurfang, he devoured his daughter and son-in-law, and even killed his own brother.
Saurfang grabbed Daeffin by the collar. "Old man, have you forgotten? Today, I'll make you pay for your crimes in blood."
Davelin said tearfully, "Warchief, ask yourself honestly, I have never wronged you."
Saurfang slapped Dafferin across the face, sending him flying a considerable distance.
"Damn old man, you still don't know you're wrong? You saved my life, so you deserve to be punished. I'll make you regret ever being born. Eitrigg, it's all yours now."
Eitrigg grinned maliciously, "Don't worry, I'll make him suffer to death."
The Orcs occupied Agamand Manor and drove the Agamand family to a grove of trees.
In front of Daefrin, the Orcs processed the family alive into Tough Jerky, their pitiful howls echoing long afterward in Tirisfal Glades.
Long afterward, when people passed through this forest, they would occasionally hear the screams of the Agamand people, and the forest came to be known as the Weeping Woods.
Davelin knelt on the ground, looked at his hands, and wept bitterly in remorse.
"What have I done? I'm just as foolish as Terenas and Uther. Why did I save a beast? Yes, Orcs are beasts."
Eitrigg tortured Dafferin for seven days and seven nights, and when he breathed his last, he weighed less than ten pounds.
Following the destruction of Agamand Manor, Lordaeron embarked on the largest human migration in its history.
Large numbers of commoners and nobles traveled through Silverpine Forest into Hillsbrad Foothills to seek refuge with Blackmoore.
Interestingly, some nobles and commoners were brainwashed by the Peace Dove and harbored illusions about the Orcs, to which Saurfang responded with slaughter and fear.
At the entrance to the Royal Palace Lordaeron, the headquarters of the Peace Dove.
As a loyal henchman of the Orcs, the Peace Dove believed herself to be safe.
One day, Saurfang led his troops into the headquarters of the Peace Dove, where he publicly tore three Peace Dove officials to pieces and ate them.
"Starting today, this place needs to be renamed," Saurfang said grimly.
"Please bestow a name upon us, Warchief," a surviving official of the Peace Song asked nervously.
"Let's call it, the Warchief's Canteen," Saurfang said, licking his lips.