Uther got angry again and said, "Your so-called treatment is to let the orcs fend for themselves. Don't you know that they are in a state of weakness?"
Presto explained calmly: "I have a solution. As long as the blood of the abyss lord is diluted and given a specific dose, the orcs will be able to get out of their weakness and not go crazy."
"You are treating the noble orcs as slaves." Uther gritted his teeth with hatred, and his whole body was shaking with anger: "The orcs have created a glorious civilization, and you treat them like this. Holy light, Azeroth will never tolerate it.
Will you allow such bad things to happen, Your Majesty the King?"
King Terenas said resolutely: "Just hearing that the orcs are suffering makes my heart feel like a knife. Lord Prestor, I respect you, but there is absolutely no room for negotiation on this matter."
Presto snorted coldly:
"Your Majesty, Lordaeron is already at the end of its rope. If we don't find a way, you and your people will starve to death. Do you want to just watch Lordaeron's country be destroyed?"
Uther jumped on the table and shouted: "I would rather all humans die than allow the orcs to suffer even the slightest injustice. This is my belief, and I am willing to block everything."
King Terenas' face darkened and he murmured: "I will find a way to get through this difficulty. First, let the orcs be fed. This is the top priority. As for the people, there must be other ways out."
"It is unreasonable and ridiculous for a human king to love orcs more than his own people."
Lord Prestor walked away.
Terenas turned to look at Robbie: "Dear envoy, you have also seen that I have great respect for Lord Presto and provided good suggestions on how to deal with the Kingdom of Alterac, but I really
I can’t understand why he hates the orcs so much. All people with lofty ideals in Azeroth should realize the kindness and kindness of the orcs.”
Robbie asked in disbelief: "I can't understand why you are so obsessed with orcs."
Terenas looked puzzled: "Why do you ask such a stupid question? You must have misunderstood the orcs. They are so noble and kind. There is no race in Azeroth that can be compared with the orcs. As for the lowliness
No human being is worthy of being used as food for orcs.”
"You are human too!" Robbie reminded.
Terenas said sadly: "I am ashamed of my identity as a human being."
Robbie said word by word: "You are truly a disgrace to mankind."
Unexpectedly, neither Terenas nor Uther was angry. As long as they did not insult the orcs, their attacks were tolerable.
King Terenas shrugged and said helplessly: "Dear envoy, I suggest you stay in Lordaeron for a while and make contact with the orcs. I believe that soon you will like me and fall in love with this group of advanced creatures.
They are really excellent.”
The words didn't make sense, and Robbie didn't want to get entangled with him, so he left with Krasus.
"Incredible, Terenas is such a stubborn old man." Robbie found it difficult to understand.
"Krassus, what do you think about this matter? Do you support the orcs?"
Crassus hesitated for a long time and said in embarrassment:
"If I am full of respect for the orcs at this time, it is really strange to think about it. All living things are easily affected by the atmosphere. The Dalaran mage is particularly afraid of the orcs. Everyone is saying how good the orcs are.
, a few outliers will suffer verbal and written criticism from everyone.”
"But, who can influence the almighty King Terenas?" Robbie wondered.
"This is because of historical origins." came the rich voice, it was Lord Presto.
Lord Presto, also known as Deathwing, said as he walked:
"The Menethil family is not native to Lordaeron. With the help of the guardian Aegwynn, they rose from a fisherman to a king. This makes them always feel insecure in their hearts, just like those who suddenly gained a large amount of wealth.
The nouveau riche, because their foundation is still shallow and the origin of their position as king is unknown, is naturally at odds with the people."
Robbie understood a little bit: "In other words, they are always on guard against the people."
Prestor's eyes were complicated: "Lordaeron is a cursed royal city. The previous kings of the Menethil family were cursed and did not end well. This made the royal family's rule unstable and basically in a state of self-control by each lord.
After Terenas' father became the king, he strengthened the royal power. Bloodshed and sacrifice were inevitable in the process. The king rejected the people from his heart and regarded them as savage beasts. When the powerful orcs appeared, he finally had spiritual sustenance.
.”
Sighing, Presto added: "The above are just objective reasons. Subjectively, King Terenas has a weird temperament and is different from ordinary people, and the national fortune of Lordaeron is not good."
Compared to King Terenas' weird temperament, Uther's behavior is easier to explain. It must be the guidance of the Holy Light.
"The destiny of the country?" Robbie thought to himself.
"Sir, can you help me?" A girl's voice came out. Following the voice, I saw a young girl approaching. Although her clothes were gorgeous, they were shabby because they hadn't been washed for many days. She was about fifteen years old.
He was six years old, very tall, but unfortunately he was skinny and skinny, and his blond hair was as dry as thatch, as if it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
Presto gave her a distressed look, took out a small piece of cake and sent it to her.
The girl devoured the cake hungrily. She seemed to have thought of something. She swallowed and left a small portion of the cake. She seemed to have made up her mind and suddenly said loudly.
"Sir, you are a noble, right? Are you willing to marry me?"
"What?"
Presto was not prepared and looked a little flustered.
"Take my brother and I out of this devil's cave. I can do anything you want. My brother is still growing and is sleepy from hunger. Please."
The girl grabbed the hem of Presto's clothes and begged, and Robbie asked with his eyes.
Prestor lowered his voice and introduced: "Calia Menethil, the princess of Lordaeron, is guilty of evil!"
She is Arthas' sister. It seems that the palace of Lordaeron is also full of hunger.
Calia is still a child, and although she is about to become a beauty, Deathwing will not marry a human woman and harden his heart to get rid of her entanglement.
Robbie thought for a while and asked, "Can you do magic?"
Calia lowered her head and said disappointedly: "The Dalaran mage said that my talent is very poor."
"It doesn't matter. I'll teach you an improved magic that even people with weak talents can do it."
Robbie took out a blank magic scroll, jotted down a magic spell, and handed it to Calia.
"The food creation technique, this magic is somewhat special. Only you can perform it. Remember to keep it secret and don't tell anyone."
The Menethil family's special bloodline allows them to resist the curse from the Undercity. This food-making technique was improved based on their family's bloodline.
Caliya tried to cast the spell, and it succeeded, and her eyes finally showed the hope of living.
After bowing respectfully to Robbie, Caliya left happily.
Presto murmured: "If you treat your children like this, it's no wonder that you treat the people viciously."
Crassus finally plucked up the courage, took a step forward and said:
"Lord Presto, I have something important to ask you."