Zuluhid rode a warg at the front of the team. As a noble chief, his own safety was very important.
"Uther."
Zuluhid saw Uther who was under strict protection at a glance.
Uther the Lightbringer, the great hero of mankind, whenever he charges in person, he must be surrounded by paladins, all of whom are his confidants and are willing to sacrifice themselves to protect him at any time.
Often after a battle, all his bodyguards would be dead.
Uther was unscathed, his hair was not messed up, and his armor was still as new as ever after many years of fighting.
As soon as he saw Zuluhid, Uther hurried over on horseback, showing a flattering smile.
Although he was defeated, Zuluhid still looked contemptuously and aloof in front of Uther.
"I have defeated that good-for-nothing Prestor, and once again proved that the orcs are the best race in Azeroth. For the sake of your coming from afar, I will leave you with a few enemies so that you will not be unable to face them when you return.
Your king, don’t let me look down on you, Uther, go ahead and fight bravely.”
The remaining remnants of the army had been wiped out by the ogres. Not far away, smoke and dust were billowing, a rumbling sound was heard, and the huge ogres ran and the earth shook.
Uther is not a fool and already understands the situation of the orcs.
But he did not dare to expose Zuluhid's lies, and said respectfully and obediently:
"Dear Warchief, the Knights of the Silver Hand are ready. For Azeroth and the noble orcs, we are willing to sacrifice our lives at any time."
Zuluhid didn't have time to say anything, and led the exhausted battle supervisors to bypass the Knights of the Silver Hand and flee in the direction of Grim Batol.
Facing the menacing ogre, the young paladin of the Silver Hand was frightened and turned pale.
In the war with the orcs, this famous knight order suffered heavy losses. It was once known as the meat warehouse of the orcs. Almost all the veterans died in the battle, and now most of them are recruits.
The ogre ran fast, but not as fast as the paladin's horse. When a general saw the ogre approaching fiercely and overwhelmingly in number, he whispered advice.
"Lord Uther, there are too many ogres. We are no match. It is better to make plans to retreat as soon as possible. I am willing to stay behind."
Uther yelled angrily: "Trash, we Paladins never retreat. Anyone who dares to retreat will be killed without mercy."
Along the way, the Paladins were eaten a lot by orcs, and most of the soldiers were resentful and had low morale.
But Uther had a way. His armor bloomed with golden light, expanded along the ground, and soon enveloped the entire knights.
Under the holy light, death comes.
This is Uther's unique skill, the aura of courage, that gave countless young men to the orcs to eat.
The hearts of the Paladins are full of courage. They forget about sacrifice and fear, and their fighting spirit is high.
At this moment, the ogres were already chasing after them, and they were more numerous than Uther's paladins.
This group of terrifying creatures that are more than three meters tall have hard cortex and thick fat. Many ogres have developed bone shells to protect their bodies like armor.
The ogre leader Magsol raised his hand and stopped the team. He was surprised when he saw the fighting spirit of the paladins.
"I am the leader Magthor. I came to protect Alterac on the order of Lord Prestor. All humans have been properly settled. We have no intention of becoming enemies of humans. Please get out of the way. The Dragonmaw clan must
die."
Uther raised his war hammer and shouted loudly.
"Ogres, you dare to be enemies with the orcs, which means you are enemies with the entire Azeroth. Brave paladins, charge forward for the Holy Light."
Enveloped by the holy light and full of courage, the paladin bravely attacked the ogre.
This was a one-sided massacre. Facing a tall and strong creature like the ogre, a head-on confrontation was almost as close as death.
The war hammer that exhausted all its strength hit the ogre, but the opponent only staggered slightly.
Then, a terrifying big hand, as big as a cattail leaf fan, grabbed the tiny human beings and then slammed them to the ground.
The ogre's weapons are huge, and when they are turned around, they can break bones and tendons if they are not careful.
Broken limbs and broken arms flew everywhere, and blood flowed into rivers. The paladins fought bravely against the ogres, clinging to the ogres' footsteps, sacrificing their young lives for the safety of the Dragonmaw clan.
Unfortunately, bravery is meaningless, and not long after, this team of Paladins was completely wiped out.
Only Uther, the Lightbringer, retreated at the beginning of the battle and had long since disappeared after the battle ended.
"What a bunch of useless trash, idiots. It's your own fault if you die. You're young."
After escaping to a safe place, Uther slowed down his horse and let the horse rest freely, thinking for a while.
Zuluhid was defeated, and it was all the fault of Lord Prestor, who betrayed the Alliance.
This was a disastrous defeat, and we must find a way to explain it to King Terenas.
Lordaeron.
Uther came back, and his robe was stained red with blood. It looked like he had experienced a tragic battle.
"Your Majesty the King, something bad happened. Lord Prestor betrayed. He betrayed the people of Alterac to the ogres and ambushed the Dragonmaw clan."
Terenas suddenly stood up from the throne, veins popping out of his forehead.
"Presto ruined my big business, and I wasted my trust in him."
Terenas paced back and forth anxiously. In his plan, the Dragonmaw clan's occupation of Alterac was the first step.
Then Terenas would release the orcs from the shelter, and Orgrim Doomhammer would become their leader and join forces with the Dragonmaw clan in Alterac.
In this way, the pressure on Lordaeron will be greatly reduced, and there will no longer be any need to worry about food in the shelter.
In order for the plan to succeed, Terenas secretly released Orgrim who was imprisoned in the Undercity.
Unfortunately, everything is irreversible now. With Prestor's betrayal, Lordaeron still has to bear the consumption of the orcs in the shelter alone.
"Presto!"
Terenas' thin face was full of hatred, and his eyes were full of hatred.
"I thought he was a smart man, but he turned out to be a fool. He must pay the price."
Uther said in embarrassment: "Prestor has the support of ogres, we are no match."
Terenas sneered:
"Uther, have you forgotten? Azeroth is in order, and Prestor is not the first. History has told us that anyone who challenges order will only die."
Uther pondered for a moment and understood what the so-called order was.
"Yes, Prestor is challenging the patience of Guardian Medivh."
The plan against Alterac was approved by Guardian Medivh. The death of the Dragonmaw Orcs in Alterac alone was enough to make Medivh furious.
Terenas warned:
"Uther, you should immediately summarize the details of this war. I will send the court mage to send the materials to Karazhan. I have a hunch that Presto's head will be hung at the door of Lordaeron. I will do it for him.
Prepare for a lavish funeral."
Uther hated Prestor at all and hurried down to prepare.
A few days later, the court mage brought Medivh's reply.
The content of the reply was very brief.
"Terenas, I want to see your sincerity within three days. If you fail to do so, Menethil's royal inheritance will be cut off."