"I will never allow the Orcs to be killed."
Deep within his consciousness, Terenas screamed at the top of his lungs.
"I knew you wouldn't agree, and actually, I didn't agree either." The shadowy figure's voice betrayed a sense of helplessness.
Terenas was stunned, finally realizing who the shadowy figure in her subconscious was.
"Tirion Fordring, is that you?" King Terenas asked eagerly.
At that time, only Tirion Fordring's head remained, biting onto King Terenas's nose.
"It is me, yet it is not me. Tirion Fordring, who cared deeply for the Orcs, is dead. What remains is only a remnant soul Corruption by darkness. Terenas, you will become one with me."
Terenas cried out, "No, I have unfinished business. My whole life has been for the Orcs. They need me. For the Orcs, I must live!"
"Is this what you truly think, King Terenas? Sadly, you will, like me, sink into eternal darkness."
All around, the Restless Souls of the people of Lordaeron, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, slowly approached King Terenas.
Terenas roared in fury, "You dared to kill the King! This is treason! You will be cast into the Maw and live in eternal torment!"
The Restless Souls laughed.
They split their mouths open, revealing terrifying sharp teeth, with two fangs sticking out.
Its face became grotesque, and its skin turned an unhealthy green.
"Orcs!"
Terenas froze, and no matter what, he dared not shout at the Orcs.
The Orcs Restless Souls rushed forward, tearing at King Terenas's soul.
Terenas was tormented by endless pain emanating from her soul.
"No! Why are you treating me like this? I've been feeding so many Orcs."
The shadowy figure chuckled, "Give up the struggle, Terenas. You will become like me, losing yourself and becoming nothing but a dark remnant soul."
After a long while, Terenas's soul ceased its struggle, and endless dark power surged forth, permeating his remnant soul.
Tirion Fordring's remnant soul was drawn in and merged with Terenas's remnant soul.
"Turning back is liberation." A voice rang out.
A terrifying dark power surged into the sky, shrouding Lordaeron in a cloud of death.
In King Terenas's bedchamber, Saurfang the Great awoke from a nightmare, his heart filled with unease.
"Where is Eitrigg?"
The guards hurriedly summoned Eitrigg, Saurfang, pale-faced, barely managed to maintain his composure.
"I ordered you to investigate Blackmoore, what was the result?" Saurfang asked.
Eitrigg put on a shrewd expression. "Reporting to the Warchief, the investigation is complete. Blackmoore enslaved three thousand Orcs, and our men have successfully infiltrated. Those Orcs are all coerced, hoping the Warchief will rescue them. They will immediately turn against us once our Orcs army arrives."
Saurfang breathed a long sigh of relief, relieved. "I knew it. No noble Orcs would willingly serve humans. How's the investigation into the whereabouts of the two chieftains going?"
Eitrigg is a smart man.
A smart person doesn't just do things well, but makes their boss happy.
Artistic embellishment is indispensable in this process.
The people of Eitrigg never entered Hillsbrad Foothills, yet they could describe things in a vivid and convincing way, pleasing the Warchief.
"Reporting to the Warchief, according to our intelligence, the Warsong Clan is still living in the wilderness. Orgrim Doomhammer are unknown, but someone saw him in Silverpine Forest a few days ago."
Saurfang was completely relieved and laughed heartily, "Blackmoore does have some cleverness; he almost fooled me."
After a pause, Saurfang said, "Hillsbrad Foothills is too far away. As soon as we set off, Blackmoore will definitely escape. It's not worth the trouble of such a long expedition."
"What does the Warchief mean?" Eitrigg asked, feigning ignorance.
Saurfang pointed to the northern part of Tirisfal Glades and said, "The High Elves occupy Lake Darrowmere, that's our real threat. Defeat Sylvanas, rescue more Orcs from the Internment Camps, then head north to conquer Stratholme, and capture Zul'Aman and Silvermoon City. Then we'll have nothing to worry about."
Eitrigg exclaimed, "Warchief, you are wise and mighty, your achievements are unparalleled! You rescued the Orcs from peril! You are the greatest Warchief in Draenor's history. To Warchief is a blessing I Eitrigg, have earned in my past life!"
Saurfang listened with satisfaction, smiling but saying nothing.
A guard reported from the doorway, "Warchief, something terrible has happened! Terenas is in trouble!"
Saurfang scoffed, laughing, "Terenas is dead? That stubborn old man, it's not easy for him to have lived this long."
"He's not dead, but something's wrong with him. Warchief, you should go and see for yourself." The guard didn't know how to describe it.
Saurfang was taken aback, sensing that something was amiss, and went to investigate with Eitrigg.
The night was clear, and above the latrine floated a figure with a tall hat and wide belt, his hair and beard all white, his eyes bright and piercing, exuding an imposing aura without anger.
It was King Terenas.
Saurfang laughed heartily, "King Terenas, what's this? Your soul has escaped? It's a pity Gul'dan isn't here, otherwise you'd be in for a rough time."
Tirion Fordring merged with the remnant soul of Terenas, using the appearance and identity of King Terenas, after all, he was a King.
"Submit to me, Saurfang," King Terenas said coldly.
"To make me submit to a King in a latrine? Utterly ridiculous! Don't you know we Orcs would rather die than submit?"
Saurfang plotted to find a Warlock among the Orcs and then continue to tormenting King Terenas.
"Is that so? I'd like to see the Orcs' courage."
Terenas's eyes shot out two dark beams of light, which burrowed into Saurfang's body like venomous snakes.
"Ah!"
Saurfang let out a bloodcurdling scream and hurriedly knelt on the ground, kowtowing and begging for mercy:
"Spare me! I don't want to die. I'm willing to be your Servant and serve you forever."
"The dead need no loyalty." Terenas exhaled a chilling breath that seeped into Saurfang's body.
Saurfang's gaze went blank for a moment, the light in his eyes disappeared, and large black spots appeared on his body.
After a struggle, Saurfang knelt on the ground. "I pledge my allegiance to the great Lich King, Terenas, Tirion, Menethil, and Sylvanas."
Eitrigg, trembling with fear, forced himself to feign ecstasy upon hearing the Lich King's true name.
"Tirion Fordring, is that you? It's me Eitrigg!"
The Lich King, floating in the air, wore a thoughtful expression, and it took him a long time to remember:
"Eitrigg, I remember now, we met in Hearthglen."
"Yes, we've met." Eitrigg quickly tried to establish a connection. "Didn't you set up Aini and me?"
Aini, a voluptuous female Orcs, used to do manual labor in Tirion Fordring's house.
Later, through Tirion Fordring's matchmaking, Aini and Eitrigg got together.
Terenas asked curiously, "How is Aini?"
Eitrigg glanced at Saurfang, who had turned into Undead, and burst into tears.
Terenas waved his hand and said, "He's become a walking corpse and has been punished. From today onwards, you'll follow me."
Eitrigg was overjoyed and followed Terenas, who had become the Lich King, bowing and scraping as he said:
"To be able to serve the Lich King is a blessing I Eitrigg, have earned in my past life."