The female palace officials are very naughty, especially the one named Nedori, who is simply a savage little tabby cat.
I don’t know when she started to show her temper. At first she only looked down upon the servants, then she ignored the palace guards. Now, even King Terenas has to endure her.
abuse.
But King Terenas dared not speak out in anger.
"This is really unreasonable. There is simply no royal law. Where is the dignity of the royal family..." King Terenas was so angry that his beard almost fluttered, but he could only complain in his heart.
The two guards sitting on the ground at the door glanced into the palace, then turned back and continued to close their eyes to conserve their strength. As long as the female officers did not physically torture the king, they would not pay attention.
There is only one reason for this.
hunger.
The palace was not so miserable that they had to drink soaked water for a living, but it could only maintain the minimum food supply.
Basically on the edge between starving to death and not starving to death.
When there is enough food, men are stronger than women.
However, in the tragic situation of food shortage, women have the advantage of being born with smaller appetites. The men are so hungry that they are dizzy, their limbs are limp, and they have no strength to walk.
They still had the energy to be naughty and occasionally tease the poor old king.
Terenas was furious, and after a while he got dressed.
Times have changed, and he can't rely on the service of the palace ladies to burn incense without fighting.
Let's just take the skin off of them. What can we do? Take them to jail and torture them?
The Knights of the Silver Hand are no longer stationed in the city. The only ones in the palace who can handle weapons are probably these female officials, if scissors can be considered weapons.
The old king went to the throne room to handle political affairs as usual. The throne room, which was originally bustling with people, was now empty of people.
All fools know that the end of Lordaeron is coming, and well-connected nobles have fled to the Kyrgyz Kingdom, Ironforge, Stormwind Kingdom, Kul Tiras, or to seek refuge in Quel'Thalas in the north.
Some returned to their own territory to stick to their homeland, live and die with their people, and go through the national calamity together, which was regarded as their last meager contribution to Lordaeron.
Kilwinter was one of the few nobles who took the initiative to stay and assist the king. He was an old court mage.
"It's still a matter of food!" King Terenas sighed: "Have you received any reply from the Kingdom of Stormwind, Kul Tiras, and Ironforge? Are they willing to provide food? Preferably meat."
Kilwinter shook his head bitterly: "They all responded. If they help the people of Lordaeron, they are willing to provide food. If it is to provide for the orcs, they refuse to lend a helping hand. The Kingdom of Stormwind and Kul Tiras are also in trouble.
.”
"No, food can only be given to orcs. Does anyone want to see sentient creatures starve? As for the people of Lordaeron." King Terenas paused: "Becoming an undead is actually a good choice.
It’s just that it won’t work if you don’t work, you must let Silver Hands supervise you.”
Kilwinter could only respond with a wry smile: "Your Majesty, the Sunstriders sent envoys to make territorial demands on us? They want Stratholme."
"Asshole, these hypocrites dare to ask for territory." King Terenas slammed the table: "The high elves are shameless and take advantage of the opportunity to add insult to injury. No, not an inch of land can be lost."
Stratholme is a strategic town, the northern gateway of Lordaeron, guarding the chokepoint leading to the Ghostlands. It is garrisoned by the brave and capable Baron Rivendell to prevent Zul'Aman's trolls from invading south.
The old mage had deep wrinkles and a look of helplessness on his face, and asked: "Your Majesty, why are you so obsessed with the orcs?"
"Today's situation is already too difficult to get off. I just want to be a king who has a beginning and an end."
King Terenas has deep wrinkles and a bad complexion. He is thin, old and frail. In such a miserable era, the king also does not have enough to eat.
"You are just afraid of death, and you want to beg the orcs for forgiveness." Kilwinter said loudly.
"I have thought about death, but I have never been afraid of death. Ever since I made the decision to establish an orc shelter, I have never considered it for myself. I have already put life and death aside."
King Terenas is persistent and stubborn, like his stubborn beard, and his dim eyes tremble slightly:
"It's just that I have to consider my son Arthas. Considering that I have served the orcs for many years, I hope the orcs can leave him a piece of land, even if it is just a small place like Deathstroke Town."
"Your Majesty the King, do you hope that the orcs will let His Highness go? You are wrong. You are absolutely wrong. Your Majesty, the orcs have never been grateful. They only have interests in their eyes and victory at all costs. They do not have even the slightest bit of kindness. They
They are just a bunch of beasts.”
Over the years, there have been countless similar quarrels. Kilwinter knew that he could not persuade the king, so he helplessly suggested:
"If you really want to consider His Highness the Prince, you might as well flee and go to the Kingdom of Stormwind or Camlidor."
King Terenas had a complicated expression. He thought about it for a long time and finally nodded:
"That's right. I also know that orcs are unreliable. Kilwinter, do you really think I'm a fool? That's wrong. It's just bad luck and bad luck."
King Terenas had enough reason to complain, and the old mage Kilwinter also knew the reason.
This was a huge gamble on the fate of the country. King Terenas just lost the bet and was about to lose everything.
During the Second Orc War and the Siege of Lordaeron, King Terenas witnessed firsthand how powerful the orcs were in combat. If he could master such a majestic and victorious force, it would not be difficult to unify the human kingdom.
From this moment on, ambition grew in the heart of King Terenas, taking root little by little, growing into a giant tree in the sky, dominating his entire being.
Human beings are often ruined by their own ambitions.
When the orc shelter was first established, Kilwinter once settled an account for the king.
"One orc can eat as much as six human men, which is equivalent to hundreds of thousands more mouths in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. The war has caused Lordaeron to lose a generation of young people. In less than ten years, the kingdom will collapse and there will be countless hungry people.
"
Terenas just smiled and didn't take it to heart. He had his own ideas.
Fight to feed war.
Many places in the Eastern Kingdom are occupied by evil alien races, such as the forest trolls all over the place, especially Zul'Aman in the Land of Ghosts, which is a headache for the high elves and is also a serious problem for Lordaeron.
Terenas really wants to attack these alien races. If the orc army succeeds, it will shock the entire human alliance, and the other major countries will definitely raise their hands to surrender.
After that, the orcs can cultivate the land themselves, or graze to feed themselves.
Terenas believes that all that is needed is initial investment, and the difficulties are only temporary. The people of the Kingdom of Lordaeron only need to hold on for a while and it will be over.
Unexpectedly, the orcs became weak, and the plan of using war to support war failed.
Kilwinter came to visit again at this time, and he brought out a special poison.
"If mixed into the food of the orcs, they will die soon, like some common disease. We can attribute the death of the orcs to the plague. Your Majesty, this will not affect your reputation."
When King Terenas hesitated, Medivh, who had met Orgrimmar, also arrived.