Chapter One Hundred and Thirteen: Beating the Bright Dead Uther Middle and Lower
In the dark night, Uther wore unique armor, and his behavior and gait were different.
This specially made armor is the symbol of Uther, and it comes with an aura of courage with a wide range of skills.
When it shines with golden light on the battlefield, even the most timid and fearful soldiers will become more confident, not afraid of sacrifice and death, and bravely fight the enemy in life and death.
He is the great bringer of light.
Bravery and belief inspire soldiers to move forward bravely, and in many cases this is correct.
but........
"You are committing murder, Uther. Your aura of courage will only make the soldiers die in vain. The only advantage of the orcs is their melee combat ability. In addition, their endurance is very poor and they are not suitable for high-speed marching.
Their long-range capabilities are not accurate, and they don’t know how to coordinate their troops. Don’t you know how to use their strengths and avoid their weaknesses? Idiot, what you do is equivalent to sending military rations to the orcs.”
Baron Rivendell's merciless accusations still echo in Uther's ears to this day.
It's a pity that the arrogant Uther could listen to the mere Baron Rivendell and still go his own way. This is his belief, his responsibility, and the reason why he is respected by thousands of people.
If we follow Baron Rivendell's strategy of clearing the field and luring the enemy deep, or defeating the orcs in mobile battles, who will remember Uther the Lightbringer, and who will care about this old man who is approaching his twilight years.
Probably because of a little selfishness deep in his heart, Uther successfully brought a generation of young people from Lordaeron into the mouths of the orcs, winning him countless glory and glory.
In exchange for countless young lives in Lordaeron, the miserable howls of the dead souls and the blood-stained glory.
Almost all the veterans were dead, and the ignorant recruits threw themselves into the battlefield, with trembling legs, and died under the aura of Uther's courage.
Generals who have been on the battlefield know very well that there is a huge physical difference between humans and orcs.
In particular, the explosive power of the orcs is even more terrifying. Even a handful of top paladins like Tirion Fordring are only at the same level as an orc veteran. Orcs are just massacred unilaterally in front of ordinary soldiers.
, this is not an enemy that can be defeated with courage.
Privately, some people call Uther "the Light Dead."
At that time, Uther didn't realize that he was wrong, until one day...
Uther has always been strange. He is as bright as a full moon on the battlefield, and his aura of courage improves morale so significantly, but those heroes among the orcs, the most powerful and brave warriors, such as Grom.
Hellscream, Orgrimmar, Doomhammer, etc. have never given him any trouble.
Once, Uther encountered a red-eyed orc general on the battlefield. He was much taller and stronger than ordinary orcs, and he stood out among a group of strong orcs.
After the orc enters a violent state, his eyes become temporarily congested and red, but the orc can remain in a violent state.
The red-eyed orcs came towards Uther, but were stopped by an orc veteran:
"Don't kill him. Without Uther, who would feed us? Hahaha, Uther, the Light Dead."
Uther realized that he was wrong, but it was too late.
In that war, mankind was an out-and-out loser on the battlefield.
Uther needs to bear a lot of responsibility.
He is Uther, the despairing Light Dead, the eater of orcs.
"I'm just doing my duty again."
Uther often comforted himself by cooperating with the orcs and watching the people being slaughtered.
.......
Carrying the heavy Earthshaker Standing Hammer, Lightbringer Uther arrived in front of the palace of Lordaeron.
He placed the Earthshaker on the ground, and the ground trembled as usual.
"Terenas."
Uther's loud shout echoed in the palace. This time, he wanted the king to come out to greet him in person.
Instead of seeing the old and feeble king, Uther saw a strong orc walking out carrying an ugly green axe. The orc hooked his hand at Uther and showed a mocking evil smile.
"Hehehe, Lightbringer Uther, this will be your burial place, your pitiful and humble soul will wail in pain here, and your miserable corpse will become the rats' dinner."
Uther suddenly felt something, thinking about how stupid he had been. The orcs used this simple taunt to attract human soldiers into hand-to-hand combat that they were not good at.
"An orc? Are you the remnant of Orgrimmar who opposed Thrall, the savior?"
Uther picked up the war hammer on the ground and was ready to fight.
"Haha, Thrall is just my defeated general. I, Leonardo. Ax of Violence, will definitely replace Thrall and become the new leader of the orcs, leading the orcs to a glorious future. And you, poor paladin Uther
You are just an inconspicuous stepping stone on my way to the top. If I kill you, my heroic name will spread to all the orcs."
Robbie is very into the play, and he profoundly expresses the urgent mood of an orc warrior who is eager to make a name for himself.
"So, you are the Holy Light Orc?" Uther said with a contemptuous smile: "Give up your unrealistic fantasies. You have no idea what kind of power the savior Thrall has."
"It's just a meager elemental power. Do you think my Ax of Violence will take it seriously?"
Uther's mockery became even stronger: "Stupid orcs, what you see is just the surface. Thrall has been recognized by the northern gods. He is about to gain unrivaled power and become the savior of Azeroth.
"
Northern gods? What is that? Even a time traveler like me doesn’t know?
Something's wrong, something's wrong, Robbie thought carefully.
Could the so-called northern gods be...the Lich King Ner'zhul?
During this time, Ner'zhul was tortured by Kil'jaeden until only his soul was left, sealed in a solid piece of ice, and became the first generation Lich King. It is said that he has extremely terrifying spiritual power and can summon all those who are willing.
Dark souls who listen to his voice.
Could it be that Thrall was the one who really listened, not Kel'Thuzad.
Ner'zhul, race, orcs.
Whether it is equal cooperation or malicious temptation, as long as the other party needs to be given knowledge and power, even if Ner'zhul's head is stepped on by ten thousand kodo beasts, he will only choose orcs of the same race.
A human archmage of unknown origin, what is that and can it be eaten?
"The messengers of the northern gods have arrived, but you will only be crushed into powder."
Uther continued to use words to undermine his opponent's confidence.
During the rise of the Lich King, the orcs used humans as sacrifices and summoned the demons of the Burning Legion. Robbie recalled some records. Jaina once defended the orcs, saying that it was only the actions of some clans.
The so-called messengers of the gods can only be the Dread Lords of the Burning Legion.
"That's the devil, the stupid Lightbringer." Robbie couldn't stop being angry and said sternly.
"So what? No one cares about the process of picking the fruits of victory. People only care about the results."
"For Thrall, the savior."
Uther, the orc eater, shouted slogans. He raised his war hammer and hit Robbie with all his strength. (To be continued)