When Varian was young, Stormwind City was captured by the orcs, and the entire kingdom was under the iron heel of the orcs. Regent Anduin Lothar took Varian and fled to the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
At that time, young Varian met Uther, the Lightbringer.
I thought Uther was a great paladin, but his series of mistakes led to a generation of young people in Lordaeron being fed to the orcs.
Many people have doubts about Uther's commanding ability, but he is favored by the Holy Light. He is the spokesperson of the Holy Light and has an extraordinary status. The opinions of others cannot shake his position.
Varian clearly remembered the night when the orcs surrounded Lordaeron. Everyone believed that Lordaeron was bound to perish. That was the moment when mankind was closest to destruction.
When everyone was depressed, only Uther's face was red and he smiled happily.
Uther stood on the top of the city of Lordaeron, pointing at the orc camp that could not be seen below, and proudly confided his heart to the young Varian:
"Only the orcs are a great race. The hope of Azeroth is that humans are just the afterglow of the sunset. I made the right choice and fed them to the orcs."
Varian still clearly remembers that in the bright or dark firelight, Uther's triumphant expression was clearly that of a demon.
The great "Lightbringer" Uther turned out to be an accomplice of the orcs, which had a great impact on Varian.
In the days that followed, whenever he faced orcs, Varian's timidity, compromises, worries, and timidity were all related to this conversation.
He didn't know how many orc allies were hidden among humans.
"Uther?" Varian recalled the boy's shadow, and after the initial surprise, he mocked: "What, you crawled out of the abyss of hell just to rescue Thrall?"
Uther glared at Varian: "The orcs have saved Azeroth time and time again. Thrall is so kind and kind. You shouldn't treat him like this. You are destroying Azeroth."
Varian chuckled and said: "Really, Uther, your time has long passed. Maybe you are willing to replace Thrall and then be torn to pieces by him alive and eaten."
Uther yelled angrily: "Shut up, I will never allow you to slander the great savior like this. The kindness of the orcs is well known, even if you are King Varian."
Varian shook his head and said: "What a pity, Uther, you don't have the final say here."
Uther smiled faintly and whispered confidently: "What if we add them?"
There was a rumbling sound from the earth, and an elite cavalry appeared on the horizon. Although there were only a thousand cavalry, they were all tall and well-equipped, and were filled with a strong aura of holy light.
"Knights of the Silver Hand." Varian took a breath.
When facing the orcs, the Knights of the Silver Hand are the army.
But in the human civil war, this fearful knighthood is undoubtedly the strongest elite in history. Lordaeron does not know how many people died tragically under the iron heel of the Silver Hand. It is simply Lordaeron's nightmare.
Not only Uther, the long-destroyed Knights of the Silver Hand have also returned from hell.
The three dragon kings who were watching looked solemn and became more and more uneasy. Jaina stopped eating and drinking, her eyes rolled around, and Kalecgos hid under the table.
Uther waved his hand and said proudly:
"Varian, you should know that I gave an entire generation of young people in Lordaeron to the orcs as military rations. The population exceeds one million, and now they are all loyal to me. Although I only brought a thousand elites, but the killing
It's easy to defeat your 20,000-strong army, so why are you fighting me?"
Varian was so frightened that his teeth chattered. He was very aware of the combat power of the Knights of the Silver Hand, and he already had the idea of retreating.
The Emerald Nightmare, floating in the palace above Mount Hyjal.
A voice sounded: "Uther and the Silver Hand have returned from hell. This is obviously the work of the Shadow Kingdom. The boundary between life and death has been broken. Is Azeroth really doomed?"
Another voice said: "I haven't lost hope yet, but it's just not enough. I need to test it further."
At this moment, Robbie and Vanessa are guests in the Emerald Nightmare Palace, listening to the conversation between two shadows hidden in the dark.
The identities of these two people are easy to guess. Deathwing and Xavius are not here in real form, but they are keeping a close eye on Varian at all times.
Robbie said calmly: "The Knights of the Silver Hand are not difficult to deal with. They have a weakness. Once we eliminate them, we can test them further."
Behind Varian, a sudden voice sounded, and he didn't know it was the soldier.
"Uther, the Bringer of Light, I remember that it was King Saurfang who chopped off your head."
Uther was so angry that he frowned and said loudly:
"Nonsense, a blatant lie. Everyone knows that I was killed in a sneak attack by the insidious Lich King Arthas. Who is spreading rumors? If you have the ability to stand up."
The voice sounded again: "Uther, King Saurfang is right behind you. The opportunity to prove your courage has come. How will you choose?"
Uther was so frightened that he turned around and saw not far away, a troop of orc wolf cavalry approaching, only about fifty cavalry. The leader was a very young general who looked exactly like Saurfang.
The young orc general rode a black wolf, brandished a battle ax, and roared: "You little Silver Hand, go to hell, you bunch of losers."
The Wolf Warriors were very fast, and fifty knights quickly rushed into the battle formation of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Although the Knights of the Silver Hand had a thousand people, they were instinctively afraid of the orcs and did not dare to fight with them.
, the soldiers’ first thought was to escape.
The fifty mounted war wolves roared together. The Silver Hand's horses were frightened and ran wildly, throwing off the knights on their backs. The weight of the Silver Hand's armor was too heavy and they could not escape without the horses, so they were quickly slaughtered.
Almost exhausted.
The young orc general arrived in front of Uther in a few steps. Uther was so frightened that his hands and feet were weak. The war hammer in his hand weighed more than a thousand gold, and he was unable to resist. He could only kneel on the ground and beg:
"Don't kill me, spare me."
The Red Dragon Queen whispered: "It's the Scourge Legion."
These fifty wolf cavalry are the new undead made from the souls and bodies of orcs sent by Robbie from Icecrown Citadel, with the purpose of helping Varian rescue the siege.
"Uther, who sent you here?" After the Silver Hand was destroyed, Varian once again gained confidence and threatened loudly.
Uther opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
His face suddenly became distorted, his eyes bulged, he grabbed his neck hard, and soon fell to the ground, no longer breathing.
When Uther fell, the dead Silver Hand soldiers, their fallen horses, weapons and armors all turned into a ball of black gas and disappeared without a trace.
"What a terrifying power this is!" Varian was stunned in shock.
"Weird!"
Seeing this scene, Robbie was very confused.
Judging from the brief resurrection of Archimonde and the return of the Knights of the Silver Hand led by Uther, the person behind the scenes is most likely the Shadow Kingdom in charge of the souls after death.
But why should we directly silence Uther and prevent him from speaking?