King Terenas, now the Lich King King, floated in mid-air, followed closely by Eitrigg and Saurfang, now Undead.
"I need more soldiers, more Scourge."
Eitrigg cautiously said, "My Lich King, the Orcs camp is just ahead; they are the best material for forging Undead."
"Orcs!"
A look of struggle appeared on King Terenas's face, but it quickly disappeared, and he burst into hearty laughter:
"Indeed, the Undead created by the Orcs are much stronger. Lead the way; I desperately need a powerful army."
Behind Terenas, a long shadow stretched out.
Eitrigg noticed that they were countless Orcs Restless Souls, each one baring its teeth and seemingly enduring immense pain, and he immediately gasped.
Upon learning that King Terenas had become the Lich King and that Saurfang had been reduced to a mindless zombie, the Orcs camp was in an uproar.
Some Orcs brandished weapons, ready to fight, while others seized the opportunity to flee.
Many more knelt on the ground and wept bitterly.
"Damn Saurfang, why did you rescue us from the Internment Camp? Ever since we followed you, you piece of trash, we've never had a proper meal. We should have stayed in the Internment Camp instead."
Terenas floated above the Orcs Camp, waving her long sleeves, and the Power of Death surged forth, covering the Orcs camp.
As the Power of Death invaded, the Orcs clutched their heads, screaming and bleeding from their seven orifices, their flesh peeling away and their bones protruding.
Most Orcs turned into Ghouls, but a few powerful Orcs, after passing the first test, transformed into high-level Undead such as Undead warriors and Abominations.
After enduring horrific torture, the Orcs lost their self-awareness and became mindless zombies, forming neat rows.
"Useless trash, pledge allegiance to the great Lich King!" Eitrigg shouted.
"We pledge allegiance to the great Lich King." The Undead soldiers all knelt on the ground.
Terenas laughed loudly, his laughter carrying a sense of desolation and loneliness, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.
The people of Lordaeron took to the streets to witness firsthand how many Orcs had been turned into Undead, sparking a great deal of discussion.
"Is that King Terenas? How terrifying!" someone exclaimed, pointing to the sky in horror.
Terenas straightened his posture, making himself visible to more people, ready to receive their worship.
"A King in a latrine, huh?" someone scoffed.
"My God, what did he do to the Orcs?" A woman pointed at the Orcs had turned into Undead, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"No! The kind and benevolent Orcs have turned into this! My heart aches!" Someone pounded their chest and glared hatefully at Terenas in the sky.
"Great Orcs should not suffer such torment, Terenas! You are a sinner of Lordaeron, utterly wicked!" someone shouted, meeting Terenas's gaze without fear.
"Holy Light above, we beg you to unleash your endless wrath, punish these damned sinners, and save the poor Orcs." Several women knelt on the ground in prayer.
Several children threw stones at Terenas in the air.
Terenas frowned, looking puzzled.
Despite Blackmoore's warning, Saurfang the Great dared not slaughter the people of Tirisfal Glades.
However, the savage Orcs soldiers ravaged the people of Lordaeron, often tearing Orcs apart and eating them.
Why do they still support the Orcs?
Terenas couldn't understand it; the answer was so close, yet he just couldn't grasp it.
"Eitrigg, why is that?"
Eitrigg laughed, "My Lich King, the people are incapable of independent thought. Those who could discern right from wrong would have already fled Lordaeron."
Terenas closed his eyes, sighed, and said, "I don't want to deal with unarmed civilians. You'd better think of something."
"That's easy."
Eitrigg commanded a squad of Undead soldiers, weapons in hand, and aimed them at the chattering crowd.
Anyone who dares to insult the great Lich King deserves to die.
The crowd fell silent, heads bowed. The women kneeling on the ground quickly got up, and the children were held in the arms of adults, their mouths tightly covered.
Eitrigg raised his hands and said, "Come, recite with me, praise the great Lich King."
"Praise be to the great Lich King," the people murmured.
Eitrigg glared and roared, "Whoever speaks the softest, I will kill him and feed his flesh to the Undead."
Praise be to the great Lich King.
The shouts were deafening, echoing throughout Lordaeron.
"Karazhan! "Medivh slammed his fist on the table, shouting at the top of his lungs.
"Moroes, tell me, why has a Lich King appeared in Lordaeron?"
Butler Moroes bowed deeply:
"Guardian, this was not expected. Who could have imagined that the remnants of Terenas and Tirion Fordring's souls, fused together, would become the terrifying Lich King?"
Medivh squinted and said fiercely:
"Things have spiraled out of control. If left unchecked, the Lich King will surpass my power. It seems I have no choice but to intervene."
Medivh entered the Booty Bay and took out a sharp scythe.
Moroes was startled and asked in surprise, "Guardian, are you really going to use this weapon?"
Medivh gently stroked the sharp blade of the scythe:
"The Scythe of Elune, one of my most prized possessions, today marks the end of the Kingdom of Lordaeron. This land will forever belong to the Orcs."
Medivh, wielding the Scythe of Elune, floated above Karazhan.
Powerful magic converged, forming a massive storm that swirled around Medivh.
Countless Spatial Rifts flickered in the sky, as immense magical power from unknown worlds continuously surged into the storm.
Medivh roared, and all his magic power converged into his body.
"The Spellstealer Wyrm has eaten its fill and is in dire need of laying eggs; the people of Lordaeron will be the perfect breeding ground."
With a whoosh, Medivh vanished, teleporting directly to the skies above Lordaeron.
Terenas, who was receiving praise from the people, suddenly opened his eyes. Not far away, Medivh power, was charging towards him.
Terenas initially showed a fearful expression, the last vestige of fear of Medivh remaining within him, but he quickly became fearless and met Medivh head-on.
"Medivh, Guardian of Azeroth, I knew you would come."
Medivh's sinister face revealed a mocking expression as he pointed at the Undead Orcs:
"Terenas, Tirion Fordring, you're both smart men. I really don't understand why you would do something so stupid."
Terenas shrugged. "I don't know, maybe it's just a case of things reaching their extreme and then reversing."
"What a perfect example of things reaching their extreme and then reversing! Tonight will be the last night for the Kingdom of Lordaeron."
Medivh brandished the Scythe of Elune, and a huge white wolf's head appeared behind him.
"Full Moon, Starfire."
Medivh's voice was deep as he unleashed a surge of starlight that crashed down upon King Terenas.
King Terenas remained unmoved and did not even cast a spell in resistance.
This terrible blow was actually a test; Medivh hadn't used his full strength.
Seeing that King Terenas remained unmoved, Medivh sensed something was wrong.
The power of the Starsurge struck squarely, leaving King Terenas unharmed, while hundreds of Orcs Undead fell with groans, turning to dust.
"Damn it, what have you done?" Medivh asked fearfully.
Terenas opened his arms and said, "My life is tied to the Undead army; any harm you do to me will be transferred to them."