Dalaran, the magic empire famous in Azeroth, is a shining pearl in the magic crown.
However, for the orcs, Dalaran is their own back garden, where they can come and leave whenever they want.
Those miraculous magics and spells that destroy heaven and earth seem to be ineffective when encountering orcs.
In the two orc wars, Dalaran played no role other than making money and shouting.
All this has something to do with the Great Magister Antonidas.
Archmage Antonidas sees the long term better than anyone else. He witnessed with his own eyes the tragic massacre of the Draenei who mastered interstellar travel technology. How can humans with agricultural civilization defeat the orcs?
It's just that Antonidas did it very covertly, which was different from Uther and Fording's simple and rough flattery.
In the eyes of the people, he is still the respected great mage.
It's a pity that he couldn't hide it from the higher-ups. Uther knew Antonidas very well.
Dalaran not only studies magic, but also psychology, sociology, etc. Antonidas has set up a group to study techniques for communicating with orcs.
Antonidas is the absolute authority when it comes to communicating with orcs.
Uther hesitated for a long time and said uneasily:
"Antonidas is old, capable, and has a high self-esteem. I can't win over him."
Anachronos smiled faintly: "It doesn't matter, I have the handle on him, and he will come from Dalaran with just one letter."
Uther was shocked. The robot hand touched his chin habitually, trying to figure out the true identity of Anachronos.
As expected, just as Anachronos expected, Antonidas sent just a letter directly to Lordaeron, looking at Anachronos with a look full of flattery and flattery.
Antonidas readily agreed to Uther's request and vowed that as long as he took action, there was no orc he could not convince.
An army of five thousand people set off from Lordaeron and headed straight for Silverpine Forest, with Antonidas accompanying Uther.
The army hadn't gone very far when there were orcs blocking the way ahead.
Antonidas went to negotiate and came back not long after:
"The orcs are willing to give way, they just need food for fifty people."
Uther smiled nonchalantly and said, "Give it to them!"
After walking a few steps, more orcs came to block the way.
"The orcs need a hundred battle axes, otherwise they will not leave." Antonidas reported to Uther.
Uther didn't even raise his eyebrows: "It's not a big deal, just give it to them."
The army moved forward again, and more orcs blocked the road.
Antonidas sighed tiredly and went to negotiate with the orcs.
"Sir Uther, the orcs have said that they will not leave without five hundred sets of armor."
Uther didn't take it to heart: "My army is going on an expedition, why don't I need five hundred sets of armor to give them."
"Sir Uther, the orcs have said that he has not eaten meat for several months and needs two hundred horses as a tooth sacrifice."
"Lord Uther, the orcs promised that as long as they give them a thousand sets of clothes, they will make way."
"Holy Light, the orcs are going too far. They actually need two thousand sets of armor, otherwise they won't give way."
"Sir Uther, it's not my fault. The orcs have sacrificed everything to save Azeroth. They won't leave unless you leave them food and supplies."
"This job is too difficult. Do you know how much saliva I spent? I relied on psychic magic to convince the orcs. The orcs said that only two thousand soldiers would cook the hot pot."
...
The army finally entered the Silver Pine Forest, and Uther suddenly discovered that there were only two hundred personal guards left around him.
Not to mention the weapons, armors and horses, even the orcs had stripped off their clothes. They were all naked and covered with leaves.
Naked and bare-handed, how do you fight this battle?
Uther was furious, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he held the soldier's shoulder:
"Great Mage Antonidas, thank you for your hard work. Help open the portal back to Lordaeron."
Antonidas opened the portal and shrugged innocently:
"Sir Uther, it's not my fault. I have tried my best. You should understand the nature of the orcs. They are like an abyss that cannot be filled. The good news is that we have successfully armed an army of orcs who will serve the people of Lordaeron.
Bring disaster."
"Orcs are kind and kind... these damn beasts." Uther couldn't help but cursed.
Looking at the nearby Serbocher Asylum, Uther shook his head and sighed:
"This battle is not a crime of war, nor is it the fault of the orcs. It is God's failure to bless Lordaeron. All of this is the arrangement of the Holy Light."
Uther fled back to Lordaeron in despair, and has been shutting himself up since then, refusing to see guests.
The eleventh year of the Dark Portal, the winter of this year was extremely cold.
Blackmoore broke through the defenses of Serbocher's Camp, and the defenders resisted for ten minutes before retreating through the back door.
A total of twelve thousand orcs were made into hard meat jerky.
The people of Silver Pine Forest breathed a sigh of relief, and a long-lost smile appeared on their faces.
They no longer have to bear heavy taxes, and no one will force them to hand over their last grain of food to feed the orcs.
Blackmoore's move was unexpected. He did not take the opportunity to occupy Silverpine Forest, nor continued his march. Instead, he retreated directly to Hillsbrad Hills.
The news reached Lordaeron, and King Terenas, who had recovered, fell down again in anger.
King Terenas called the tragedy in Silverpine Forest a national tragedy. There had never been such a tragedy in the history of Lordaeron, and the whole country mourned.
The Dove of Peace was filled with righteous indignation, as if she were mourning her concubine, and called on the people to unite and fight Blackmore to the death.
It turns out that tens of thousands of people spontaneously organized themselves and entered the Silver Pine Forest to attack Blackmoore.
If Blackmoore hadn't escaped quickly, it would have been difficult to deal with it.
It's a pity that the people have no armor, weapons, or food. They have reached their limit as far as Silver Pine Forest.
During the retreat, they were intercepted and killed by countless wandering orcs. Only a few of them escaped back to Tirisfal Glades, and the rest became winter food for the orcs.
The Palace of Lordaeron.
King Terenas was lying on the bed, and in the brazier, the magic gem was burning, bringing spring-like warmth.
Nowadays, food is the most expensive in Lordaeron. Even the king cannot have enough to eat. Magic gems and the like can be wasted at will.
Anachronos sat opposite the king and said worriedly:
"Your Majesty, Blackmore has taken in a large number of hungry people and armed them. The number of human soldiers has exceeded three thousand."
When he thought of Blackmoore, a thorn in his side, Terenas felt angry in his heart, his condition worsened a bit, and he coughed a few times and asked:
"Blackmoore, where did he get the weapons and equipment?"
Anachronos said helplessly: "The two armies of Fordring and Uther were defeated. Countless weapons, equipment, horses and baggage were lost, and somehow fell into the hands of Blackmoore."
Terenas was so furious that he almost died. He gritted his teeth and said:
"Fording is so ambitious and Uther is useless. I'm so disappointed. Little Blackmoore has turned out to be a climate change. What should I do?"
Anachronos already had countermeasures in mind and suggested: "Your Majesty, the two expeditions against Blackmoore failed because of the obstruction of the orcs."
"I will never allow harm to the orcs, this is the bottom line." Terenas stared angrily.
Anachronos shook his head and smiled:
"Your Majesty the King, you have misunderstood. My suggestion is to select a respected orc and help him unite the orcs."