The Return

"What?! Say that again?!"

The last time Uther had flown into a rage like this was ten years ago, during the Battle of Wintergrasp. Now, though, he was showing such emotion in front of a mere foot soldier. It was all because of the news the soldier had brought.

The soldier belonged to Turalyon's army, and at that very moment, he was carrying Turalyon's token to report everything that had happened in Lordaeron City to Uther.

When he learned that his prized student had betrayed the kingdom and his faith, and had personally murdered his father and king, the Paladin who had locked away his emotions seemed to be back at Wintergrasp. But this time, Uther was not the man he had been back then. As the leader of the Silver Hand, he had enough strength to accomplish what he had failed to do before.

"Kurdath, send the order at once. The entire Silver Hand is to assemble. The auxiliaries will stay behind and continue resisting the Undead Scourge advancing south. All the Silver Hand Paladins will come with me to support Turalyon and stop Arthas from entering Tirisfal Glades!"

"I'll deliver the order right away. But Uther, should we really leave no Paladins behind in Andorhal? I'm a little worried about Maiev—"

"Kurdath, Maiev is an excellent warrior. I trust him. With him in Andorhal, the town will be fine."

Just as Uther was about to leave the town hall, an armored warrior rushed inside.

"Lord Uther, is the news true?"

"What news? Maiev, why aren't you on the walls resisting the Undead Scourge? What are you doing in the town hall?"

Seeing how anxious Maiev looked, Uther glanced at Kurdath to tell him to continue delivering the order. Then he turned to Maiev and asked.

"You haven't heard,