Velen, Anachronos, Thrall, and Red rode griffins and rushed to Lordaeron.
Along the way, I saw large areas of the world being desolate and people dragging their families into exile.
Occasionally, you can see the Knights of the Silver Hand driving away people like cattle and not allowing them to escape.
Anachronos couldn't help but lamented: "King Terenas is fatuous, causing the people of Lordaeron to suffer. Such miserable days will continue for many years."
Velen smiled lightly and said: "The common people brought this on themselves, just like the Draenei. They believed in me and deserved to wander among the stars."
Red said fiercely: "This land, and even this planet, will belong to the orcs sooner or later. We orcs are the bravest."
Anachronos glanced at him and pointed to the last Thrall:
"When Thrall brutally oppressed the orcs, which orc dared to resist? Isn't he as honest as a pig? He let himself be slaughtered."
Red was unconvinced and argued: "How can it be the same? We orcs are famous for our bravery in battle."
Anachronos mocked: "It is easier to die bravely and be killed by the enemy on the battlefield, or to die against Thrall, but the latter is the real courage."
Viren didn't want to argue about this and changed the subject:
"Although King Terenas is old and feeble, he thinks very highly of himself. It is not easy to meet him."
Anaclos said calmly: "It doesn't matter, I just need to find someone to introduce me to you."
"who?"
"Lightbringer, Uther."
The four of them dressed up as businessmen, claimed to be from the Kingdom of Stormwind, took out a lot of gold coins, and bribed the people around Uther.
He gave Uther a generous gift and finally had the opportunity to meet him.
In a luxurious manor near Brill, the four of them waited for a long time. Uther came in wearing pajamas, smelling of makeup and powder, and yawning.
"I'm very busy. Azeroth is waiting for me to save you. I just defeated the Lord of the Void and Sargeras came to kill me again. I'll give you five minutes."
Anachronos hurriedly presented a great gift, a simple golden mask.
The golden mask with bared teeth is an ancient artifact that has been passed down for thousands of years, a relic of an ancient troll empire.
When Uther saw the mask, he stopped yawning. His eyes were bright and he carefully stroked the patterns on the mask:
"Okay, okay, okay!"
Uther shook his head and said:
"Look at this pattern, it is very similar to the style of the night elves. If I read correctly, this should be a relic of the ancient dark trolls. The night elves deny that they are derived from the dark trolls, claiming that they were created by the moon god Elune.
Yes, all the ruins of the Dark Troll have been destroyed. There are very few things left in the world, and each one is priceless."
Anachronos smiled and said: "Lord Uther has really good eyesight. This is a mask worn by a dark troll chief. If we trace the source, it is likely to be Tyrande's ancestor."
Uther laughed: "This is a relic of Tyrande's ancestors. This is really a good thing. If you four have any requests, just ask."
Anachronos bowed deeply: "We want to see King Terenas, and we hope Lord Uther can introduce him to him."
Uther deliberately looked embarrassed, stroking his beard and said:
"I think you all should know that King Terenas is unparalleled in his greatness. Even if he destroys the Titans of the Dark Empire, his achievements cannot be compared to one ten thousandth of King Terenas. His Majesty the King works every day for Azeroth.
I am overworked and have to work more than 100,000 hours a day, so I really can’t spare any time.”
Sal couldn't help it and asked: "There are only twenty-four hours in a day, how can it be possible to work one hundred thousand hours?"
Uther glared and asked:
"Don't you know about the Bronze Dragon? King Terenas has too many things to deal with. He needs to rely on the power of the Bronze Dragon to extend the time."
Anachronos was so sophisticated that he saw Uther's evasion at a glance and said sincerely:
"As long as I can meet King Terenas, I will thank you again."
The greedy look on Uther's face flashed across his face, he put down his golden mask and muttered:
"Your Excellency has spent a lot of money. It is not difficult to meet King Terenas. What His Majesty the King wants is very simple, and that is sincerity."
"How can we show sincerity?" Anachronos asked curiously.
Uther smiled faintly: "Back then, there was a poor widow in Lordaeron who was so poor that she only had two coins left. She donated these two coins and was summoned by King Terenas."
Anachronos understood it as soon as he heard it and smiled: "So sincerity means giving all the family property. Unfortunately, my property cannot be contained in Lordaeron."
Uther was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Lordaeron is a vast land, and it can hold a lot of property. Why, are you richer than the entire Kingdom of Stormwind?"
Anachronos smiled and said: "Compared to my family property, the entire Kingdom of Stormwind is just a drop in the bucket. Uther, you are too greedy. Look what is this?"
A letter was handed to Uther. After Uther opened the letter, his expression changed drastically.
Uther, the Messenger of Light, seems to be upright and upright, but he has done countless dirty things in secret.
The letter listed several major events that would be extremely harmful to Lordaeron. If King Terenas knew about it, he would be cut into pieces.
Anachronos, the descendant of Nozdormu, holds the secrets of almost all the important people through the power of time.
Uther shot out flames from his hands, burning the letter completely.
"You want to threaten me? It's a pity that you came to the wrong place. This is my territory, my manor, come here."
A group of paladins in gorgeous armor appeared at the door. Uther pointed at the four of them:
"These four people are demons sent by the Burning Legion. They are plotting to destroy Azeroth. Kill them all immediately."
Prophet Velen stood up and said loudly:
"The use of Holy Light is prohibited here."
As soon as he finished speaking, Uther felt that the holy light in his body disappeared. A heavy feeling suddenly came over him. His legs could not support the weight of his body and he sat directly on the ground.
Looking at the Paladins at the door, they all fell to the ground, crushed by their own armor.
The Holy Light gives Paladins powerful strength, allowing them to wear heavy armor and be as flexible as ordinary people.
But once the Holy Light is lost, the muscles originally blessed by the Holy Light collapse, and it becomes difficult to support the body.
However, this is not the scariest thing.
After losing the Holy Light, Uther saw countless dead souls surrounding him, biting his flesh and blood.
"Give me back my life, Uther."
"Uther, if you feed us to the orcs, I will tear you apart."
"Your soul will never rest in peace, Uther."
Uther covered his face and kept screaming, with blood and tears flowing from his eyes.
Anachronos came to Uther and punched him hard in the face.
"Uther, didn't you say that you had just defeated the Lord of the Void and were going to fight Sargeras again? Why is it so unhelpful?"
Uther grabbed Anachronos's legs and begged loudly: "I was wrong, please let me go, I will promise anything."
Anachronos grabbed Uther's hair and slammed his face onto the floor, causing blood to flow freely.
"Don't try to deceive me. I know everything. Lord of the Void, Sargeras, two noble ladies in Lordaeron who are famous for their beauty. You gave them nicknames. It's a pity that you are so incompetent. You are the one who was defeated.