The man in black robe narrowed his eyes slightly and nodded: "What a good name, the call of all spirits, one day everyone will know it."
Blackmoore's eyes were bright and he gritted his teeth and said: "With the Call of All Souls, there is no need to be afraid of Medivh. Let's start with Durnholde and kill all these beasts that are causing harm to us."
"Don't be impatient, things will happen step by step." The man in black robe said calmly.
"Please give me some advice, sir." Blackmore trusted the man in black robe very much.
The man in black robe looked at the towering mountains in the distance and said with a solemn expression: "There is no shortage of resisters in this world. Many of them are stronger than Medivh, but they all failed in the end and were slandered as the destroyer of the world. Their end was miserable.
, Blackmore, strength is not the only way to win, more wisdom is needed."
Blackmore looked very unwilling. He thought of his father again and said depressingly:
"You are right, justice never lies in the human heart, but only in power. Just like my father, he did the right thing, but Terenas is the king, and he represents justice, even if he did the wrong thing
, and no one dares to say that he is wrong, because he is the king, so he is always great and always right."
The man in black robe said with his hands behind his back: "Yes, because Terenas has the right to speak, he established the orc shelter. All the people of Lordaeron are suffering and being squeezed to death, but they have to praise the king.
Great. Even if you have great strength and save all people from fire and water, they will call you a villain and a traitor."
Blackmoore felt short of breath, and pressure came from all directions, making him unable to breathe:
"People's hearts are the most useless thing, sir, what should I do?"
The man in black robes suddenly shook his sleeves: "It's very simple. Terenas has to pay the price for his mistakes. If he feeds the orcs, he will die at the hands of the orcs!"
Blackmoore's eyes flickered: "You mean to use orcs to overthrow the rule of King Terenas? Yes, in this way we occupy the hearts of justice, we are the party of fairness and justice, Terenas will be the vicious destroyer of the world,
It’s not that I haven’t thought about it, but what’s the difference between doing this and Terenas?”
The man in black robe said calmly: "We are different from Terenas. We only use orcs, such as Durnholde. There are only three thousand orcs left, and the rest are all made into hard meat jerky."
"Three thousand orcs?"
Blackmoore was shocked. There were a total of thirty-eight thousand orcs in Durnholde Asylum.
The man in black robe suppressed his hatred and said in a hoarse voice: "In order to ensure loyalty, use the secret medicine of the undead to condense these three thousand orcs and turn them into soldiers with low intelligence to avoid future troubles."
Blackmoore's eyes shot out with hatred: "We should have done this a long time ago, so what's next?"
The man in black robe held his head high and said: "Next, we have to occupy the moral high ground. It's actually very easy. We just need to let the two most powerful orcs in the world be your two dogs, and you will be behind the scenes and control everything."
These two orcs, one being Grom Hellscream, led the Warsong clan to escape in the wilderness.
The other one is Orgrimmar. Doomhammer, who is working to rescue the orcs in the shelter.
Unfortunately, he could not solve the food problem, and most of the orcs he rescued starved to death.
Durnholde Asylum.
One dark night, the door of the shelter opened quietly, and an inconspicuous carriage disappeared into the darkness.
The next day, the guards discovered that the top official of the shelter and his family members were missing.
The asylum needs a warden, and the candidates are all gathered together, each with a sad look on his face, as if attending his own funeral.
It's still the same rule as before, draw lots.
The candidates all know that this is a dead end. In less than a month, they will be impeached by the Dove of Peace, and then the whole family will be fed to the orcs.
There is also another option, which is to escape like the previous warden.
At this desperate moment, Blackmore took the initiative to stand up and said in a loud voice:
"Sirs, I am just a small lieutenant and I am not qualified to compete for the position of warden. Now the dove of peace is eyeing us and is about to attack our Durnhold asylum. Someone must do something. I think there is no better way than
I am more suitable for this position."
A senior officer looked at Blackmore suspiciously:
"I got the news that King Terenas sent the Knights of the Silver Hand, and the target is your territory. If I were you, I would have escaped long ago."
If Lordaeron hadn't been filled with hungry people, the people were in dire straits, and it was difficult for the king's orders to be conveyed to the frontiers, Blackmoore would have been deprived of his position long ago.
Blackmoore smiled and said: "Yes, I am going to die anyway, why not let me die in the position of warden, which can be regarded as using my remaining energy."
Everyone was talking about it, but no one wanted to take this position anyway. Blackmore was willing to die, so he simply accepted it.
Therefore, everyone voted unanimously to appoint Blackmore as warden.
At the beginning of taking office, Blackmore did something that others wanted to do but did not dare to do, and led his cronies to attack the Dove of Peace's camp.
The Dove of Peace is stationed near Nanhai Town. Apart from eating, drinking and having fun every day, this group of aristocratic children also snatch men and women, and occasionally go to Durnholde Asylum to cause trouble.
Blackmoore launched an attack one night and successfully captured them all and fed them all to the orcs.
Next, Blackmoore selected three thousand of the strongest orcs from the shelter, and used the special undead secret medicine invented by the man in black robe to transform them into half-orcs and half-corpse monsters.
With the help of these monsters, Blackmore built a huge tent near the shelter.
Orcs were driven into the tent every day, but no orcs were seen coming out.
The number of orcs in Durnholde Asylum is dwindling.
There was no airtight wall, and the news quickly spread to Lordaeron.
Anachronos was shocked when he got the news. Blackmore was so bold that he hurried to see the king:
"Your Majesty, something bad happened. Blackmoore somehow became the warden of Durnholde Asylum. The Dove of Peace camp was raided, and thirty thousand orcs were massacred."
"What, thirty thousand orcs?"
Terenas stood up abruptly, his body swaying and almost falling, his face pale:
"I can't help it. I'm really pissed off. Blackmoore, this damn destroyer, I should have killed him long ago. Thirty thousand innocent lives. My heart hurts."
During the siege of Lordaeron, one hundred thousand soldiers and civilians died due to Uther's wrong judgment, and Terenas had never been so sad.
"Where is Tirion Fordring?" Terenas yelled.
Fording stood out from the crowd:
"Your Majesty the King, I have started to rectify the Knights of the Silver Hand. Uther, this loser, has made a mess of the Silver Hand. The horses are so hungry that they are only skin and bones. Most of the knights' armors are damaged and their weapons are tattered. I need
A large amount of money will be used to restore the Silver Hand's combat effectiveness. If all goes well, Blackmore can be conquered in a month."
"What, in one month, all the orcs in Lordaeron have to be killed. Can you afford this responsibility?" Terenas was anxious.
Fording said calmly: "If I have enough money, I can reduce the time to half a month."
"I only give you one week. I'll give you whatever you want." Terenas's eyes were red, and he wanted to fight to the Hillsbrad Hills immediately.
A gray-haired veteran reminded: "Your Majesty, the treasury is empty and we can't get out a single copper coin."