Terenas didn't care about the empty treasury and roared loudly:
"If the treasury is empty, I will tax you. If you can't get the money, I will sell the people into slavery. Anyway, they are all a bunch of useless trash. Sooner or later they will become food for the orcs."
The old minister sighed: "Your Majesty, whether it is taxing or selling slaves, it takes time. Please give me three months."
"I only give you three days." Terenas roared fiercely with a ferocious face.
Even Fording couldn't stand Terenas' domineering attitude and said loudly:
"Your Majesty, if you have any brains, you should know that three days is not enough."
Terenas was most afraid of others saying that he had made mistakes, so he roared madly:
"What, you said I have no brains? I am the greatest king in human history, and all my decisions are correct."
The old minister lowered his head and thought for a while: "Your Majesty, there is no need to tax or sell slaves. I have a way to raise enough money in three days."
"Speak quickly!"
Thinking of the brutal massacre by the orcs, Terenas scratched his head and lived like a year.
The veteran bowed deeply: "There are many burial objects in the tomb of the late king. The gold coins alone are enough to fill the palace of Lordaeron."
Terenas was stunned after hearing this.
Digging graves has always been frowned upon.
Especially for a son to dig his father's grave, it is simply treason.
I thought Terenas would get angry, but the veteran was already prepared to die.
Unexpectedly, King Terenas looked calm:
"My father is a loser, and all my ancestors are losers. For the sake of the orcs, I dug all their graves and took out their burial objects."
There was an uproar in the court, and everyone simply couldn't believe their ears.
For the sake of the orcs, King Terenas dared to challenge all etiquette and risk the disapproval of the world.
Fordring felt the determination of King Terenas, and at the same time realized that he had fallen deeply into the quagmire and was about to suffer disaster.
Hillsbrad Hills, Anaclos and the four of them were traveling upstream along the Whitewater River.
Anachronos asked as he walked: "Everyone, who is the most powerful prophet in the history of Azeroth?"
Neither Red nor Thrall were speechless, and Prophet Velen could not help showing a proud look:
"Although the Draenei are from the planet Argus, they were once a member of the Alliance. Who else could be better known as the strongest prophet?"
Red seized the opportunity and mocked: "You're not good. You couldn't even predict that the Draenei would be massacred by the orcs."
Viren was choked to the point of speechlessness, and after a long while he said: "The so-called prophet is omnipotent in small things, but powerless when it comes to big things."
Anachronos shook his head: "Azeroth, the strongest prophet under the stars can only be Edras Blackmoore."
Reid was confused and asked strangely: "Blackmoore? How can he be a prophet?"
Anaclos looked at Thrall and smiled: "In the story Thrall made up, when did Blackmore pick up Thrall?"
Reid touched his chin and said: "It should be the second year of the Dark Portal."
Anachronos nodded:
"In the second year of the Dark Portal, the orcs had just ended the war with the Kingdom of Stormwind, and the war was not going well. Many races in Azeroth were completely unfamiliar with the orcs. As a low-level officer in Lordaeron, Blackmore
At that moment, it was predicted that the orcs would sweep the world.
Lu, was defeated and imprisoned in a shelter. That's why he adopted Thrall, with the purpose of training him to be a leader to lead the tribe to fight against the Alliance. Blackmoore used his powerful prophecy ability to defeat all the enemies in the next ten years.
The direction of history, Velen, can you do it?"
Viren shook his head: "It can't be done."
After hearing this, Reid laughed and patted Sal on the shoulder: "The story you made up has too many flaws."
Sal smiled naively and shrugged: "It doesn't matter if there are flaws, as long as there are enough people who believe it."
Anaclos carefully observed the traces in the river: "Blackmoore's prophecy ability was too incredible, so he made a correction in this world, and changed it to the eleventh year of the Dark Portal. Blackmoore met Sasha as an infant.
Er, but Thrall was obviously born in the first year of the Dark Portal."
Velen asked in surprise: "You mean, the power of time and space?"
"That's right, someone sent Thrall from the Dark Portal to the present. I want to see who did it."
Ripples appeared in Anachronos's eyes, and traces that were incompatible with this time and space were clearly presented in his eyes.
The four of them went all the way to the upper reaches of the Baishui River, and the traces were submerged into a white boulder and disappeared.
Anaclos stroked the white boulder and said in surprise: "There used to be a rift in time and space here, and a strange atmosphere remained."
Viren and the other three all looked puzzled.
"I thought it was the Eternal Dragon, but judging from the breath, it was not the Eternal Dragon."
Anachronos smiled mysteriously: "Things are getting more and more interesting."
Every time an orc is rescued, there is one more mouth to eat.
Outside the dilapidated tent, scouts were patrolling around, and a group of orcs gathered around the campfire, looking at the stew in the pot with joy.
Orgrim Doomhammer leaned against the edge of the tent with his hammer in his arms, his long gray hair disheveled, and his thoughts drifting away randomly.
Seven years after the Dark Portal, Orgrim escaped from the Undercity and began working to save the orcs in the shelter.
There was some resistance at first, but things soon became smoother and more and more orcs were freed.
But then he discovered a problem, the orcs needed to eat.
Orgrim's method was to snatch it from the hands of humans. Just like in the war, entire villages would massacre humans to satisfy the orcs' appetites.
However, Orgrim found that things became difficult, and humans were prepared, often not getting a grain of food for months.
The terrible hunger forced Orgrimmar to use the ancient traditions of the orcs and adopt the method of survival of the fittest.
Orcs need to go through layers of screening before they are qualified to become soldiers of Orgrimmar. Those who fail will be eaten as food.
Orgrim only kept five hundred orcs around him, and once he fell into famine, he would go to the shelter to rescue the orcs.
Four years have passed, and the orcs around Orgrim have changed one after another. He has lost count of how many orcs he has turned into hard meat.
Only then did Orgrim understand why he could successfully escape from the Undercity and take away his famous weapon Doomhammer.
Cunning humans, they did not dare to kill the orcs in the shelter, so they took help from Orgrim.
It’s no wonder that the Orgrim Liberation Asylum went extremely smoothly, encountering minimal resistance and barely being welcomed.
Calculating this, in a few years, the asylum in Lordaeron will become history, and the orcs will be slaughtered by Orgrim.
Orgrim regarded the lives of the orcs as nothing, and did not care about them, but he was not willing to be used by others.
He decided to learn from the Warsong clan and enter the wilderness to survive.
Over the years, the unyielding Warsong clan traveled through the wilderness and was tortured terribly.
Orgrim was worried that he would not be able to endure this kind of suffering.
While I was hesitating, suddenly, an alarm sounded.
A scout ran towards the tent and panted and reported to Orgrim:
"Great Chief, it's bad, we are surrounded."
Orgrim was stunned. Now, all the shelters in Lordaeron are looking forward to his arrival. How can they send troops to annihilate them?
"Tell me slowly, which army is it? Under what banner?" Orgrim asked.