Terenas snapped and said, "How dare you ask me to cede territory as a betrothal gift? This is absolutely impossible."
Fording laughed: "Others who cede territory are traitors, but you are the king, and the king is not a traitor."
Terenas gritted his teeth: "Fording, you should know the importance of Stratholme. Only with the existence of this military fortress can the safety of the Darrowmere region be guaranteed. The shores of Lake Darrowmere are the most important places in the kingdom."
Granary, if Stratholme is lost, Lordaeron will fall into famine."
Fording said nonchalantly: "Anyway, there is a great famine now, so I will simply use the Darrowmere area as a betrothal gift."
Terenas saw through Fording's conspiracy, and the so-called betrothal gift was just a lie.
He was no longer satisfied with Hearthglen and wanted to acquire a large piece of land and become king on his own.
"This is unreasonable, Fording. I will deprive you of your position in the Knights of the Silver Hand and relieve you of your command right now."
Fording spread his hands nonchalantly: "King Terenas, the orcs are waiting to be rescued. Without me, the orcs would have been killed by Blackmoore. Can you shoulder this responsibility?"
Terenas was so angry that his face was livid: "Lordaeron is full of powerful generals, and it will be the same without you."
Fording nodded: "Yes, there are many famous generals in Lordaeron who can lead troops to fight. I am only at the bottom, but I am the only one who cares about the orcs. You have no choice."
Terenas was shaking with anger, but he had to admit that Fording was right.
Now, Uther is receiving treatment in Ironforge. If it were another general, he would not sacrifice his life for the orcs.
Fording ate King Terenas until he was very hungry and smiled proudly:
"Think about it, Your Majesty the King, which is more important, the orcs or the Darrowmere region? You must have the answer in your mind."
King Terenas was breathing rapidly, almost losing his breath, and slowly sat back on the throne:
"You are right, the orcs are more important than anything else. Okay, Fording, I will send someone to Silvermoon City to propose marriage to Sylvanas on your behalf."
Fording was beaming with joy: "Happy, Your Majesty the King, as long as Sylvanas agrees, I will send troops immediately."
King Terenas sent an envoy, prepared generous gifts, and entered Silvermoon City to propose Fordring's hand in marriage.
No one knows how the envoy negotiated with the high elves so eloquently, but the result was satisfactory and Sylvanas agreed.
Sylvanas Windrunner said this:
"I met Tirion Fordring in the early years. I was moved by his heroic spirit and decided that he would be my lifelong partner. But because of the racial differences, I could only hide this love deeply in my heart. I
I hope my man will be an unparalleled hero. If he can defeat the evil Blackmoore, the day he triumphs will be our wedding day."
Fording was overjoyed, and he fulfilled his promise, and the army marched towards Hillsbrad Hills.
In the history of Lordaeron, such a large-scale expedition is rare.
Fording personally led the main force of the Knights of the Silver Hand, a total of five thousand elite paladins.
They also drew troops from the Lordaeron City Defense Army and the Tirisfal Glades Standing Army, plus the private armed forces of local lords, totaling more than 70,000 people.
Fording was not satisfied and recruited more than 100,000 farmers from various places to form the reserve army and logistics troops.
The army, numbering half a million, set out from Tirisfal Glades, preparing to pass through Silverpine Forest and enter Hillsbrad Foothills.
In the Kingdom of Gilneas, King Genn Greymane received the news and was so frightened that he couldn't sleep well all night.
King Greymane believed that Fordring's apparent purpose of conquering Blackmoore was to destroy the Kingdom of Gilneas.
The Kingdom of Gilneas is on alert, ready to fight Fordring to the death.
The silver pine forest is full of colorful fallen leaves, and the autumn wind brings the last touch of warmth.
Fording was riding a white mammoth, enjoying the beautiful scenery along the road with ease.
Fording had his own purpose in sending out troops on such a massive scale.
One is to show one's majesty and increase political chips for oneself.
Secondly, Fording had long been eyeing the position of the King of Lordaeron. He only wanted to kill Blackmore before going to Karazhan to see Medivh himself.
Fordring was determined to prove to Medivh that he was more suitable to be king than Terenas.
Once he becomes king, he can realize his ideal and turn Lordaeron into a country of orcs.
Becoming the king of Lordaeron and marrying Sylvanas, Fording reached the pinnacle of his life.
As soon as the army entered the Silver Pine Forest, they encountered a group of refugees.
Fording took the lead and successfully eliminated dozens of refugees, achieving a great victory in the first battle.
In the Palace of Lordaeron, Terenas was so angry at Fording that he became ill and could only handle government affairs in front of his bed.
A close minister read aloud the battle report sent from the front line in front of the sick bed:
"Silver Pine Forest, Fording led the Silver Hand to kill five million rebels, and has sent the leader of the thieves to Lordaeron to ask for rewards."
Terenas was so angry that he laughed out loud: "Five million? All the people in Lordaeron have become traitors, and it's not enough for this amount, damn Fordring."
The nearby minister closed the information and replied: "Your Majesty the King, according to the information, Fording killed a total of thirty-five refugees. They were all hungry people who were insignificant and could not stand firmly."
Terenas waved his hand and said feebly: "Forget it, as long as Blackmoore can be killed successfully, Fording will give him whatever he wants."
In the mountains on the back of the Ambermere area of ​​Silverpine Forest, there are more than ten families of escaped orcs living in seclusion.
On this day, seven orc children went out to play and accidentally got lost and came to the main road.
The oldest orc child was nine years old and the youngest was only five. They had never seen such a wide road, so they played on the road.
Suddenly, there was a rumbling sound, and the Silver Hand's vanguard troops arrived.
The knights all wore helmets and armor, and even the horses were covered in thick armor. The orc children were frightened and stood blankly in the middle of the road.
The paladins stopped in front of the seven children. The young paladin at the front said:
"Seven orc children, why don't you just rush over?"
An officer cursed fiercely: "Are you crazy? Don't you know how much His Majesty the King loves the orcs? If we accidentally hurt them, we will all die."
The young paladin added: "I will dismount and take them away, making sure not to hurt them."
The officer shook his head: "We must be cautious about this matter. If we scare these children, we cannot afford it. We will report it to Lord Fording immediately."
Fording was still immersed in the victory he had won not long ago. The killing made him feel good. There were reports from scouts and the road was blocked.
"Who dares to stop my army? I'm so tired of living."
Fording led his cronies to check and were stunned when they saw seven orc children.
The seven children held hands and looked at Fording on the white mammoth in horror. Tears welled up in their eyes and they were about to cry.
Fording stared at the seven children, and suddenly, endless fear surged into his heart.
He recalled the first time he fought against the orcs. Because he underestimated the enemy, the team fell into a circle surrounded by the orcs.
Orcs are tall and powerful.
The Holy Light left Fording inexplicably, and his comrades around him fell one by one.
In order to survive, Fording fell among the dead and pretended to be dead. He witnessed the orcs biting the corpses of his comrades. From that moment on, Fording was frightened to death.
Fording did not remember how to escape, but from then on, the fear of orcs appeared from time to time, torturing his heart.