Tirion Fordring received the king's order and rushed to Lordaeron from Hearthglen to serve as the temporary leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand.
This is an excellent opportunity.
Even if Uther recovers from his injuries, his strength will definitely not be as strong as before after being replaced with mechanical limbs.
As long as he performs well enough, Fording can remove the temporary title.
Of course, it is not enough to just perform well and make contributions. All success is not accidental, but is reserved for those who are prepared.
Fording is ready.
Terenas personally summoned Fordring, and the two had a secret conversation in the study, with no one else around.
"A few days ago, Uther introduced me to four merchants. They told me that Edras Blackmoore of Hillsbrad Hills massacred an orc village."
"It doesn't make sense."
Fording was furious and his face was distorted:
"Your Majesty the King, such a villain must be severely punished. I will lead the knights of the Silver Hand and bring this Blackmore to you. I will make him regret living in this world."
Terenas nodded happily, very satisfied with Fording's attitude:
"Just yesterday, four businessmen came to see me again and said that the missing prince and princess were rescued by Blackmore."
Fording heard some subtext, saying that if you want to inflict a crime, there is no excuse for it.
Blackmoore is just a small lord, what ability does he have to save people from the powerful court wizards and guards.
Fording is so smart, he bowed and said:
"Your Majesty the King, I will definitely rescue the princess and the prince."
Terenas smiled faintly: "There are many orcs in Durnholde Asylum. Just let them get this honor. There is no need to bring them back to see me."
Fording understood: "Your Majesty, please rest assured that we will fulfill our mission."
Terenas clasped his hands behind his back and looked out the window: "Fording, do you know why I care about the orcs?"
"Because orcs are kind and kind." Fording said.
Terenas smiled and shook his head gently: "From the first time I saw you, I knew that you and I are the same kind of people. There are no outsiders here, so you might as well speak freely."
Fording lowered his head deeply, somewhat confused about the king's thoughts, and did not express any opinion.
Terenas laughed: "Fording, there are very few smart people in this world. Not everyone can see through the truth behind this. Uther is one. He has helped me a lot, and you can see better than me."
Uther needs to be more thorough, and I have a hunch that you will be Uther's successor."
After hearing this, Fording was secretly happy. With the support of the king, his position was stable. He pretended to be worried and said:
"No matter how virtuous or capable my subordinates are, they are just trying to find the way by feeling the stones in the fog."
Terenas smiled slightly: "Not many people know how to touch stones. Let me ask you, how do you think orcs should be treated?"
Fording hesitated for a moment, knowing that if he didn't speak his mind, he would lose the king's support, and whispered:
"The orcs are ferocious and barbaric, but they represent Azeroth and are supported by the moon god Elune, the Burning Legion, and the Legion of Light. To be enemies with the orcs is to overestimate your capabilities."
Terenas let out a long breath: "Foolish people can never understand me. Look at those ministers and lords. They only care about their immediate interests but cannot see the key. I have devoted all my strength in the kingdom to feed the orcs.
It’s just to allow humans to survive in the cracks.”
Fording's heart skipped a beat, knowing that success or failure depended on this one move. He had to take a gamble for the sake of his future, and whispered:
"Your Majesty the King, your understanding is wrong! Such an outcome will only lead to the destruction of Lordaeron and the extinction of mankind."
"What did you say?" Terenas' face darkened and he asked displeasedly.
Fording raised his head and looked directly into the king's eyes: "The Burning Legion and the Holy Light Legion like the orcs because they think the orcs are excellent, but if humans defeat the orcs, it will prove that we are better than the orcs, and the orcs will be
His Majesty the King should understand the principles of elimination and survival of the fittest."
"Nonsense!" Terenas roared viciously.
Fording remained calm: "Has His Majesty the King forgotten the Draenei? Prophet Velen has the same idea as you, and he adopts a tolerant attitude towards the orcs. So what is the result?"
"You, you..."
Terenas stood up and pointed at Fordring, too angry to speak.
Fording took a step forward and said aggressively:
"Your Majesty the King, after you made the wrong decision to establish a shelter for orcs, you had a way to turn back. Unfortunately, you cherished your reputation and were afraid of being said to be a coward by future generations, so you fell deeper and deeper into it. Am I right?"
Terenas was heartbroken and sat down slumped, his face pale.
Fording became more and more proud, and laughed and said: "Look, sitting on this throne is a human on the surface, but in fact it is an orc. You and I have to be the loyal dogs of the orcs, wagging our tails to the orcs for mercy, because of our merits
, after the orcs exterminate humans, they may be able to reward us with some leftovers."
Terenas burst into anger: "Fording, don't forget, I am still the king of Lordaeron, and you are just the lord of Hearthglen."
Fording raised his eyebrows: "So what, I do a better job than you in pleasing the orcs. As early as the war with the orcs, I had an irreversible high-level relationship with the orcs."
Terenas raised his head suddenly. No wonder the war with the orcs was so difficult back then.
Uther, Fordring and others are secretly helping the orcs win.
"You are a traitor to humanity!" Terenas gradually lost his cool.
Fording smiled happily: "Your Majesty the King, when the orcs come back and become the masters of Lordaeron, Uther can't count on him. If you want to survive, you have to rely on me."
Terenas was stunned, and then he realized that he had made another mistake.
Once some people seize an opportunity, they will try their best to grasp it tightly, just like a piranha biting its prey, even if it involves personal danger.
Fording is undoubtedly this kind of person.
Terenas remained silent, but his attitude had softened and he had lost the strength of the king.
Fording, who had succeeded in his conspiracy, smiled proudly and said: "Your Majesty the King, please rest assured that I will definitely become a qualified leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand, even better than Uther."
After Fording left, thunderous roars rang out in the study.
Hillsbrad Foothills, Blackmoore's territory.
In the hidden mountain col, Blackmoore closed his eyes and carefully experienced the power of the elements.
The man in black robe looked on.
In just a few days, with the help of the man in black robe, Blackmore, who originally had no qualifications, was able to communicate with the elements.
Combined with Dalaran's mage magic, a unique set of spellcasting techniques was created.
The perfect combination of violent elemental magic and mage magic that focuses on spellcasting skills has achieved unexpected results.
Taking a deep breath, Blackmoore suddenly opened his eyes, and the light of the elements lit up in his eyes.
"ah!"
With a loud roar, Blackmore cast a spell on the hill in front of him, and countless elemental powers spurted out.
In just two seconds, Blackmore cast sixteen spells, the rocky hills melted, and the lava flowed freely.
"Such a powerful force, even Medivh can't stop it!"
Blackmore was confident, and except for feeling a little upset in his chest, there was nothing unusual.
The man in black robe admired his research results and said in a low-key voice:
"Choose a name!"
Blackmore's eyes narrowed slightly: "It's called, The Call of All Souls."