"What are you asking that waste for?" Terenas asked in surprise.
"What, you said Alsace is a waste?" Jaina was stunned for a moment. Although history has different opinions on Alsace, it is generally recognized that he is a genius.
Not everyone can become the Lich King.
Terenas said simply: "I have many children... Arthas is the most useless one. Three years ago, he should have joined the Silver Hand and become a paladin. I asked
Several of the most powerful paladins in the world came to infuse him with holy light, but nothing happened. He disappointed me so much."
"Idiot, you don't know how terrifying Arthas' holy light is." Jaina muttered, her pretty face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, and she said sternly: "Old man, I don't have time to discuss Arthas' talent with you.
Tell me quickly where he is?"
Terenas replied honestly: "I'm sorry, I don't know."
"He is your son, the heir to the throne, and you don't know his whereabouts?" Jaina obviously didn't believe it, but the magic told him that the old king was not lying.
"The heir to the throne of Lordaeron is the great Orgrim Doomhammer." Terenas said in a low voice: "Since Arthas failed to infuse the Holy Light, I have not cared about his life or death. Maybe Uther
I know his whereabouts."
"A human kingdom actually made an orc the heir to the throne." Jaina found it funny. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, who would have known that history was so absurd.
Without asking for the result, Jaina left dissatisfied. Terenas breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Alsace, my boy, it would be better if you were more courageous."
Not far away, on the streets of Lordaeron, a group of urchins sang:
"Child, when you were born, the forests of Lordaeron whispered your name, Orgrim Doomhammer..."
Jaina listened to the nursery rhyme with a complicated look on her face. She did not go to Uther. Terenas was indifferent to Arthas, and Uther would not please this good-for-nothing prince.
But there is an organization that can definitely find Alsace.
Dove of peace.
Jaina clenched her fists and looked sharply: "Arthas, you must die for Azeroth."
In Karazhan Library, Medivh was drinking tea slowly, with two envoys kneeling below him.
One of them came from Lordaeron, crying bitterly and complaining about Blackmoore's atrocities. The orcs in Durnholde had to work hard for eight hours a day. This was cruel torture for the orcs. Those who heard it shed tears. King Terenas
After hearing about it, I couldn't sleep well for several days and my heart was pounding.
Another one came from Stormwind City and accused Blackmoore of murdering Lord Chris and others, a nobleman of Stormwind City, and throwing them into an orc shelter, only to be eaten by the orcs.
Medivh raised his eyelids, his face darkened, and he asked deliberately: "I heard that the orcs are kind and kind, so how could they murder nobles?"
The messenger from Stormwind City was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, trying to argue: "Great Guardian, it is absolutely true, Sir Chris was murdered by Blackmore. Orcs are kind and kind, and they will never hurt anyone.
Sir Chris had a heart for the world and couldn't bear to see the orcs starve, so he willingly gave his own flesh and blood."
Medivh smiled and said: "In other words, Sir Chris was voluntarily eaten by the orcs. What does this have to do with Blackmore?"
The messenger from Stormwind City was speechless for a moment, and then quickly said: "No, Blackmoore is at fault. It was him. He was the one who prevented Sir Chris from being eaten by the orcs. It's not right either..."
Medivh waved his hand and said: "Forget it, Blackmoore is of some use. I heard that Orgrim tortured King Terenas again?"
Lordaeron's envoy hurriedly said: "This is an honor for His Majesty the King. We, as ministers, are all happy for him."
"Humph, it is a shame for the king to be tortured. How can he be honored? It is unreasonable."
Medivh stood up, found an experiment notebook, picked up a quill and wrote on it.
The notebook records all the absurd things that happened in Lordaeron after the Dove of Peace was established. This is an experiment on human nature to observe how twisted human beings can be.
"This is not the bottom line of Lordaeron."
Medivh quickly came to a conclusion and prepared to start the second phase of the experiment.
"You guys go down, I will deal with Blackmoore and make him pay the price." Medivh said.
The two envoys thanked them profusely and left with smiling faces. Medivh thought for a long time and called the butler Moros:
"How is that orc's training going?"
The butler bowed and said: "We taught him combat skills, taught him the ability to lead troops in war, as well as literature, music, poetry, cooking, alchemy, etc. He is worthy of being a super genius selected by the guardian.
He learned quickly and well, and by the way, his magic has already begun to show its ability, and he can rival the official mages of Dalaran."
Medivh nodded with satisfaction: "Among the orcs, those with magical talents are extremely rare. It is difficult to find one in a million. He is worthy of being the son of Gul'dan. Do you think he can replace Orgrim?"
The steward hesitated for a moment and replied: "In terms of personal strength, ten Orgrims are no match for him. But orcs attach great importance to family background. Gul'dan has a very bad reputation. We need to fabricate a prominent family background for him.
To build a reputation and make up stories, it’s best to start with the dead.”
Medivh stood up, pacing and thinking: "Among the late warchiefs of the orcs, Blackhand's reputation is not very good, not to mention Ner'zhul, Kilrogg is blind in one eye, and it seems that only Durotan can
If he is worthy enough, he is said to be the son of Durotan."
"My lord is wise," said the butler Moros.
Medivh suddenly asked: "By the way, how is his swordsmanship?"
Moros said quickly: "Although orcs traditionally use axes, he has excellent swordsmanship talent and is already an epee master."
Medivh smiled and said: "Abandoning axes and using swords means that the orcs break away from the past and accept the advanced civilization of Azeroth. A few years ago, the Iron Horse Brotherhood gave me a heavy sword, so I used this one."
Give him the sword to use."
After hearing this, the butler asked doubtfully: "The Iron Horse Brotherhood is the main force fighting the orcs. If this sword is given to him, it will definitely arouse suspicion."
"This is exactly what I want." Medivh snorted coldly: "I want to tell everyone that the era of fighting the orcs has passed, and the orcs are the masters of Azeroth."
There is an orc locked in the basement of Karazhan. He is tall, a head taller than an ordinary orc. His naked upper body is rugged and covered in scars.
Outside the door, an orc came in to clean the house. He was a handyman orc who was so busy that he was sweating profusely. When he saw the guard walking away, he whispered to the tall orc:
"Brother Ashkandi, I'm so happy, Medivh is letting you out. You will be free soon."
The tall orc named Ashkandi looked up at him and said with a normal expression: "So what if we get out of Karazhan? We are just entering another cage. What a joy."
The handyman orc sighed and said, "It would be great if I could go out. In the dark Karazhan, facing all kinds of terrible experiments, I don't know when I will die."
Ashkandi smiled faintly and said: "Aigureya, if you really want to go out, I will think of a way."