The visitor was Edras Blackmoore, a lieutenant in Lordaeron, patrolling along the Whitewater River near Tarren Mill with his servants and several soldiers.
The young Blackmoore fought bravely and made many military exploits in the war against the orcs.
Unfortunately, his father, Admiral Edlynn Blackmoore of Lordaeron, was a traitor and notorious.
Under the influence of his father, Blackmore stopped at lieutenant and could no longer be promoted.
Fortunately, his father left him an inheritance, a territory in the Hillsbrad Hills.
Although his official position is not high, he is indeed a lord who owns land, and his subordinates all call him "Lord Lord" affectionately.
Seeing the orc baby in the tub, Blackmore quickly jumped into the water, ignoring that his brand new military uniform was soaked, and hurriedly carried the baby to the shore.
Blackmore looked at the baby in his arms and showed a gentle smile:
"Holy Light, look at his eyebrows and eyebrows. They are so cute. They must be gifts given to me by Holy Light. Thank you and praise Holy Light!"
"Lord, this is an orc baby." The speaker was Tamis Foxton, Blackmore's loyal servant and Taressa's father.
"No, he is a lovely being."
Blackmore's eyes were filled with tenderness:
"In my territory, orphans are well taken care of, and the orcs are no exception. I want him and the children to grow up together, regardless of each other."
Tamis scratched his head: "Lord, if you want to keep him as a pet, I have no objection, but I don't think it's appropriate to let him grow up with the children. The orcs have killed so many of us and have never let him go.
Not a single baby."
Blackmore lamented: "Tamis, you should know that I have no children, and this orc baby makes me feel very close."
Because her father was a traitor, no girl wanted to marry Blackmore, and she was still alone.
Tamis asked in surprise: "Lord, are you thinking... This is absolutely not allowed, he is an orc."
Blackmoore has long had plans to adopt an adopted son so that he can inherit his land in the future, but he has never met a suitable one.
"Orcs!" The warm light in Blackmoore's eyes disappeared: "Yes, the nobles of Lordaeron will not agree. Although King Terenas prefers orcs, he will not let an orc inherit the position of lord, but
I still have to adopt him and train him carefully, and when I choose a suitable heir, I hope they can become good brothers."
Tamis breathed a sigh of relief: "Lord, do you plan to train him into a warrior?"
Blackmore was startled for a moment and shook his head resolutely:
"Our generation has been too traumatized by the war. The orcs have been defeated, and peace has come to Lordaeron. There is no need for bloodshed and sacrifice in the future. Just teach him some self-defense skills. I hope he can read more.
Become a profound scholar, but it is a pity that the orcs cannot learn magic, otherwise I will send him to Dalaran."
Tamis lowered his head and looked at the baby in the lord's arms: "Lord, you are so kind. We rough guys can fight well, but we can't teach a scholar. A bard came to Nanhai Town recently.
He is a good eloquent, knowledgeable and extraordinary conversationalist, so why not invite him here."
Blackmoore nodded and warned seriously: "Be sure to find out the origin of the bard, and don't be a member of a cult with unknown origins."
Tamis smiled and said: "Lord, don't worry, I have found out everything. This person once worked in the Royal Library of Lordaeron and was also a noble in the past."
Blackmoore's smile became more cordial: "Very good, let's give it a name first. It should be in the style of an orc."
Tamis had an idea: "How about calling it Goudan, which means scholar and warlock in the orc language."
"Gordan, Gul'dan, is this really okay?" Blackmoore hesitated.
"Haha, hahaha, this is so funny." Reid couldn't help laughing: "Thall, the future tribal chief, is going to be trained as a bard."
Red's laughter was too loud. Fortunately, Velen's Holy Light magic blocked the sound and the outside world could not hear it.
"I hate bards." Anachronos frowned.
Bards often sang stories about brave men slaying evil dragons and saving princesses, which affected the reputation of the dragon clan.
Red patted Thrall on the shoulder and teased: "I'm looking forward to seeing how you will grow up in this world, bard Goudan, haha."
Anaclos said with a gloomy face: "We must find a way, we can't go on like this."
"It's better for me to do it, I have a way."
Velen used Holy Light magic to transform himself into a human priest.
His beard and hair are all white, he has an extraordinary bearing, his eyes are piercing, and he wears a white robe that symbolizes holiness.
At first glance, he looks like a well-respected, venerable old man, which is very confusing.
The holy light shrouded Velen, and he was seen walking down the river, with a pair of golden wings lighting up behind him.
Because of Velen's appearance, the river turned golden, and Blackmoore and others were dumbfounded.
"Excuse me, is that the old man?" Blackmore greeted respectfully.
Viren stopped and pretended to look around. His eyes fell on baby Thrall. He was suddenly startled and said angrily:
"I am Alonsos Faol's senior brother, Denathius Faxiu. I have been enlightened by the Holy Light. A king has come to the world. I follow the guidance of the Holy Light and come to find him."
Alonsos Faol is a great man, an archbishop respected by all human kingdoms, the founder of the Paladin and the Knights of the Silver Hand.
Although they had not heard that Alonsos Faol had a senior brother, Blackmoore and the others were immediately in awe when they saw the old man's powerful holy light in front of them.
"King?" Thinking of his father who died unjustly, Blackmore shook his head and said with a bitter smile: "There is no king among us."
Velen said seriously: "With the enlightenment given by the Holy Light, the future king is now a baby."
"What, are you serious about this?"
Blackmoore looked at the baby Thrall in his arms in surprise.
Velen nodded: "He is not only a king, but also a great savior. In the future, when the Burning Legion invades, it will be him who leads the various races of Azeroth to form a coalition and repel the Burning Legion. In the tens of thousands of years,
His achievements are unparalleled in history."
"The person I took in turned out to be the future savior of Azeroth."
Blackmore was convinced of this and shrugged:
"I originally planned to train him to be a scholar, stay away from the whirlpool of war, and have a wonderful childhood. Since he has a mission, I can only leave it to you."
Viren was stunned. He didn't expect Blackmoore to hand over the baby Thrall. He rolled his eyes and said:
"According to the guidance of the Holy Light, only you can cultivate a king and a great savior?"
Blackmoore blinked and smiled:
"How could I? I'm just a small country lord, burdened with shame and unable to stand on the stage. I can't succeed."
Viren said righteously: "Your Excellency is destined to this baby. You must have confidence in yourself. If it were anyone else, he would not be able to become the king, and Azeroth might be destroyed."
Hearing that Azeroth might be destroyed, Blackmoore was frightened. He didn't dare to shirk anymore and asked hurriedly: