"The orcs are pressing closer and closer, look at me now, there is nothing left." The tall Dathrohan huddled up into a ball, like a pitiful little old man, whimpering.
Fording didn't know how to comfort his old friend. He originally thought that he was miserable enough, but he didn't expect that his old friend was even more miserable than himself. God reincarnated and retribution came, and finally it was his turn.
This moment of grief made Fording suddenly realize something, as if he had been enlightened, and he murmured to himself.
"Lordaeron went crazy the day King Terenas built an orc shelter without knowing what he was capable of. The Knights of the Silver Hand, officials and people everywhere have fallen into a state of extreme madness."
Fording was pacing back and forth in the tent, thinking about something and trying to capture the thoughts that appeared in that moment.
"May the soul of King Terenas never rest in peace." Dathrohan complained.
Fording shook his head, his tone calm and wise.
"King Terenas is at fault, but none of us can escape responsibility. In addition to remaining silent, the paladins of the Silver Hand asked the king to treat the orcs well, although everyone knew in their hearts that this was wrong. No one
To persuade the king to kill all the orcs, King Terenas made such a decision under huge pressure from public opinion. It is understandable. What makes us so indifferent."
"It's the Holy Light!"
Fording raised his head. At this moment, he figured it out and all the questions had answers.
"Are you doubting the Holy Light?"
Dathrohan looked at Fording in surprise. Even in this desperate moment, he never doubted the Holy Light.
"I have no idea."
Fording said honestly that pain made him grow, and sadness made him gain wisdom. There was a sense of enlightenment in his eyes:
"I just want to understand that if you want to survive in this troubled world, you must lose everything. Lose everything before you can gain everything. The first thing we lose is conscience and faith, give up caring for our relatives, and give up friendship among friends. We are
Cursed people, all the good things in the world are not available to us, so we desperately strive for opportunities to survive, and are even crazier than others."
"Oh my God, are you going to go crazy too?"
Dathrohan looked up at old Fording, and his old friend gradually became a stranger in his eyes.
"Take me to see Uther, I have something to say to him." Fording's eyes flashed with cold light.
Inside the magnificent tent of Lightbringer.
Uther listened to Fording's report quietly, his expression getting uglier and uglier. Regarding the kidnapping incident that occurred in Hearthglen, Fording looked shocked, jumped up, and denounced loudly:
"Holy Light, I can't believe that such a bad thing happened in Lordaeron, right on your territory. You are committing a crime. You have desecrated the Holy Light. Your choice has put you in a situation of no return.
, you are destroying Azeroth, do you know what to do? Fordring."
Fording was well prepared for Uther's scolding. He spoke calmly without being humble or arrogant.
"Dear Messenger of Light, I, Fording, am willing to personally apologize to Salden Gate for the crimes I have committed!"
"Apologise, how can you apologize to Thrall?" Uther mocked contemptuously.
"I will kill my favorite wife Calandra with my own hands, make her into a pot of minced meat, and apologize to the savior Thrall. Is this sincerity enough? If not, I can also add my son Tyran.
"
"you!"
Uther was shocked. He didn't expect Fording to make such a decision.
Originally, Uther wanted to smash Fordring's head with a hammer and then lead his troops to level Hearthglen.
Now, Uther has changed his mind.
He could see that Fording had become a madman, a crazy enough guy.
Uther didn't want to make an enemy of the madman.
"Fording, even so, I still cannot forgive your crime. I will remove your Holy Light. You have been exiled. Fording, after you apologize to Thrall, leave here and never come back."
.......
Hearthglen!
A shower in the early morning washed away the dirty sky, and the sun filled the earth.
Last night, Uther devoutly knelt at the feet of the savior Thrall, and reported to him the evil deeds of little Barthiras. After learning the tragic experience of his most trusted military advisor, Thrall was so angry that he was so angry that he even went to the toilet.
Thrall opened his mouth dozens of times, kicked several of his ribs, and ate two of Uther's followers to calm Thrall's anger.
Although little Barthras showed surprising strength, Uther was not worried.
He brought a total of 1,500 fully armed paladins.
There are also 600 strong orcs, led by Saurfang, the symbol of glory of the orcs and the king of sneak attacks.
Thrall was riding a tall warg, leading Grom Hellscream, an old dog, and personally supervising the battle from behind.
Uther stood on the high platform that had been built, looking at the young faces below, and began to deliver a mobilization speech in front of the station, with cadence and plausibility:
"We have always managed this country with justice and faith. Fairness and justice are the principles of our Paladins. No powerful evil can escape the sanction of our Paladins."
"The orcs are a great and respectable race. They are so kind and benevolent, full of love for humans, and are the eternal friends of the Silver Hand. We love the orcs, and the orcs also love us. Now, one of the noble orcs
The great orc strategist Eitrigg, the great orc strategist, suffered inhuman torture in Hearthglen. This is an unforgivable crime. We must rescue him personally..."
There was a small commotion below. Several savage orcs pulled a female knight off her horse, swung their battle axes, chopped the man and the horse into pieces, and feasted happily on the spot.
Thrall looked at the evil deeds of his subordinates coldly and said nothing. He was observing Uther's reaction.
Uther was stunned for a moment and shouted loudly:
"This is a sacrifice that should be made for Azeroth. The orcs are destined to save the world of Azeroth. Feeding the orcs is the most important thing. Young paladins, don't be sad for your colleagues. They have made great achievements.
Make your due contribution, this is a great contribution, and the Holy Light will remember you."
Since Uther said so, the orcs were naturally not polite. They picked up their battle axes, grinned ferociously, and happily rushed towards the Silver Hand array. Under the pig's trotter-like flag, they chopped down the Paladins one after another.
.
Soon there was resistance.
"Don't resist, this is a great honor, this is a glorious sacrifice, this is for Azeroth."
Uther shouted loudly and personally led the guards to suppress the resistance.
The neat array quickly collapsed. Some paladins were desperately resisting, while more chose to flee for their lives.
Not long after, only Uther and less than a hundred guards were left among the fifteen hundred paladins.
Thrall came over and slapped Uther hard in the mouth.
"Is this the Silver Hand that you are so proud of? You let me down so much, Uther, don't tell me that the Silver Hand is not even qualified to become the orcs' military rations. You know what will happen to you."
"Dear savior." Uther said humbly, his face turned pale with fear: "Please rest assured, I will personally capture all these traitors and make them willingly become the orcs' military food."
Thrall smiled coldly and said confidently: "Now, it's time to watch the performance of our orcs, destroying Hearthglen." (To be continued)