Human emotions have their limits; when courage falters, all that remains is despair and resentment.
Especially when they learned that their courage came from coercion, the Paladins ' hearts were filled with rage.
The Paladins discussed among themselves, and a few brave ones stood up and loudly rebuked Uther.
"What have you done, Uther? You've sent us to our deaths?"
"You have no regard for soldiers' lives; you are a shameless executioner."
"Uther, you've really turned out to be this kind of person. You've disappointed me greatly."
"Knowing you're outmatched, you still make us put up a futile resistance, just so you can escape?"
"You useless wretch!" Uther roared, pointing at Arthas as he shouted.
"Do you think he'll let you go? You're all going to die anyway since you're late, so why not kill a few more Undead before you die? Wouldn't that be better than kneeling down and surrendering to die? You should feel honored to die for the great Lightbringer."
Arthas shook his head, as if he had figured something out. His brows relaxed, and he said softly:
"Uther, I have no intention of making enemies of any humans. You may all leave; I will not stop you. I only want to drive the Orcs off this continent. The Orcs are the Scourge's only enemy."
Having figured it out, Arthas had no more doubts. He rode closer to Uther, his eyes clear, his voice loud and clear, and spoke earnestly from the bottom of his heart:
"Uther, it was you who taught me the principles of chivalry: humility, Mercy, justice, sacrifice, honor, Justice, honesty, and spirit. It taught me to use my power cautiously and avoid falling into the Abyss of depravity. Thank you for your teachings, which prevented me from going mad. Now, you can leave. I will not kill you."
"Ha! Arthas, do you think I'd be grateful to you?" Uther laughed, letting out a sigh of relief, and addressed his Paladins:
"Did you hear that? He wants to drive out the Orcs! He knows perfectly well that the Orcs are the Saviors of Azeroth, and that in the Thrall Savior save the world time and time again. Arthas, you are destroying the Azeroth Continent! You are the common enemy of all living beings in Azeroth!"
Robbie smiled and asked, "Uther, are you so sure the Orcs can save Azeroth? Where does your confidence come from?"
Uther narrowed his eyes, and with a surge of courage from who-knows-where, said in a low voice:
"It's very simple. Humans are merely a lowly, inferior race, destined to be eliminated, only fit to serve as rations for the Orcs. Of course, all other races of Azeroth are shameless and lowly as well. Only the great Orcs are the sole hope for the Azeroth Continent, the only superior race qualified to live in this world."
A young Paladin approached Uther, his face contemptuous, and spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
"Pooh!"
With this example in mind, more and more Paladins came to Uther.
"Pah!" "Pah!" "Pah!"
The Paladins scorned Uther, abandoned by all, laughed maniacally:
"Look at you, how ignorant and shameless you are! You have no idea what kind of power you are about to face. You are destined to die a humiliating death in the raging flames. Long live the great Orcs!"
Uther's warhorse "Steadfast" suddenly leaped up, forcefully throwing the Paladin off its back.
Caught off guard Uther immediately tripped and fell face-first into the mud.
The warhorse "Steadfast" followed the example of the other Paladins, spitting on Uther before rearing up and walking away, ashamed to have such a master.
Robbie was stunned; it was hard to imagine that a horse could distinguish between good and evil.
Uther got up, sat on the ground, disheveled and wretched, still wearing a mocking expression.
Robbie and Arthas left, and the Scourge Undead retreated.
The Paladins all retreated, far from this unclean place, Andorhal soon fell Anjing.
A crow landed on the broken eaves and cawed.
Bees are working hard to collect nectar, preparing for winter.
"Haha, I survived! I survived! I didn't die!" Uther was relieved to be alive.
"Arthas, you fool! You have no idea what mistakes you've made! I, Uther, swear I will never let you get away with this, Thrall. By the way, I must pledge allegiance to the Savior Thrall; only he can stand against Arthas. I must honestly admit my mistakes, even if it means becoming Thrall's dog."
Without Robbie's Pain Suppression, Uther's Holy Light returned. Using Cleanse to remove the filth from his body, Uther stood up, head held high, regaining his confidence, feeling how bright the sun was today.
"Those who despise me, those who betray me, you will all be punished," Uther vowed silently in his heart.
"Look, isn't this the great Lightbringer Uther?" A clear, girlish voice rang out. Jaina, dressed in a light blue robe, smiled at Uther, her long golden hair shining brightly in the sunlight.
"Jaina, help me!" Uther pleaded hastily. "Please tell Thrall that I apologize for deserting Stratholme. If he forgives me, I will serve the great Savior Thrall forever."
"Uther, you know, the Savior is always magnanimous, he is so kind," Jaina said with a smile. "Thrall has long anticipated your loyalty, but you must do one thing."
Jaina's sexy red lips moved as if she were making a sound, but it was too soft for Uther to hear clearly. He had to concentrate and take a step forward to listen carefully.
A bright light flashed, and Uther's head flew up. He saw the symbol of Orcs glory, High Overlord Great King Saurfang of Ambush, and a monster with demonic horns and bat wings, the Dreadlord Tichondrius.
"I apologize for that dishonorable attack."
Saurfang the Great sheathed his Battle Axe, walked over, and picked up Uther's head.
"Uther the Lightbringer, you are no longer of use. Your only purpose is to warm Thrall's stomach with your flesh and blood. He has been craving you, bathed in Holy Light, for a long time. You will become a delicious meal."
Tichondrius approached, Dreadlord sniffed the air:
"The Holy Light is protecting Uther's soul, Saurfang; he has seen your face."
Saurfang immediately revealed his resentment. "I am the symbol of Orcs honor! This damned old man, even in death he won't rest in peace. What if he goes around spreading rumors? Wouldn't that bring shame upon us Orcs?"
"It's alright, I happen to know some dark magic," Tichondrius said proudly. "We Dreadlords are masters of the soul; leave this small matter to me."
Tichondrius approached Uther's headless corpse, extended his claws to rip open Uther's chest, and pulled out his still-beating heart. The Dreadlord spewed out a cloud of black smoke, instantly shrouding the heart in black.
"Remember, Uther, it was Arthas who killed you."
A voice came from the black heart:
"Yes, I remember. Arthas killed me."
"Arthas killed his father, King Terenas, and your old friend Gavinrad."
"Yes, I remember. Arthas killed Terenas, Gavinrad."
Tichondrius swallowed the black heart and mocked relentlessly:
"While you were alive, you were Orcs' lackey. Even after your head was chopped off and your flesh eaten by the Orcs, you still had to serve them. This was your Destiny, poor Lightbringer."