Saurfang stood up from the bed, feeling full of strength.
After swinging the battle ax vigorously a few times, Saurfang smiled and became stronger than before.
The Holy Light quietly changed his physique.
Uther breathed heavily, and the wrinkles on his brow deepened. Aging had made his physique worse, and he said feebly:
"Warchief, are you feeling better?"
Saurfang smiled proudly: "Yes, Uther, you did a good job, I must reward you."
Uther was overjoyed and said flatteringly: "This is what I should do. The chief does not need to take it to heart."
Saurfang shook his head and said resolutely: "We orcs always repay kindness. You saved my life, let me think about how to reward you."
Uther hurriedly knelt on the ground, ready to thank him.
"Etrigg, how do you think we should thank Uther?" Saurfang asked.
Eitrigg touched his chin, thought for a while and said:
"Great Chief, Uther has made such a great contribution, and his family should be given the highest honor. Uther himself should also be promoted and rewarded."
Saurfang smiled sinisterly: "Just what I want, someone comes and eats Uther's whole family."
Uther's face turned pale with fright, and he hurriedly kowtowed: "Great Chief, please spare my life, please let my family go."
Saurfang smiled ferociously and said: "Uther, have you forgotten that being eaten by us is the supreme honor? You should feel proud and proud."
"No, no, those are all lies to deceive the people, please." Uther grabbed Saurfang's pants and cried like a child.
Saurfang kicked Uther away, rushed up and stepped on his head:
"Tear Uther naked and nail him at the city gate for the people to see. Since you saved my life, this is the reward you deserve."
"Great Chief, no, please spare me."
Several orcs rushed over, and without any explanation, they punched and kicked Uther until he was almost alive.
Uther was unwilling to give in and asked: "I have helped the orcs countless times and saved your life. Why do you do this to me?"
Eitrigg felt insulted and became furious. He bit Uther's shoulder and tore off a large piece of flesh.
"Uther, you make me so angry. You even use the low morals of humans to demand the orcs. This is an insult to the orcs."
It is the moral standard of mankind to repay kindness.
Repaying kindness with evil is the glorious tradition of the orcs.
In the early years, someone once told Uther the story of how Durotan and Orgrim were rescued by the Draenei when they were children and later destroyed the Draenei city.
Uther didn't feel anything was wrong at first. It wasn't until it happened to him that he realized that he was as stupid as the Draenei.
The orcs carried the dying Uther and nailed his mechanical limbs to the city wall.
Uther was naked, with disheveled hair, and his head lowered weakly, like a suffering martyr.
People were coming and going at the city gate, pointing at Uther and talking about it.
Every once in a while, an orc would pour a basin of sewage on Uther's head, and his body would be covered with filth.
What's even more frightening is that the Holy Light protects Uther and prevents him from wishing to die.
The once arrogant Lightbringer Uther ended up like this.
After recovering, King Saurfang, who was eager to make great achievements, summoned his generals and prepared to massacre the people of Tirisfal Glades.
The courier delivered Blackmoore's letter, which contained only one line:
"If you hurt a common person, I will make you regret coming to Azeroth."
How could Saurfang be afraid of Blackmoore? The corners of his mouth were slightly raised in a mocking look, but he soon stopped laughing.
There are two lines of signatures below, not Blackmore's.
Orgrim. Doomhammer.
Grom Hellscream.
Saurfang has worked with these two famous chiefs, and knows their special handwriting like earthworms crawling over it. Among the orcs, this is a rare and authentic calligraphy.
Did they fall into the hands of Blackmoore, or work for Blackmoore?
These two legendary orc chiefs far surpass Saurfang in terms of strength and prestige.
Saurfang's back felt cold and endless fear welled up. Without saying a word, he handed the letter to Eitrigg.
Eitrigg took the letter, his eyes widened, and his hands couldn't help trembling:
"Great Chief, there is something strange about this matter. You cannot believe it entirely, nor can you not believe it."
Saurfang turned pale and gasped:
"Etrigg, go investigate immediately and let the people of Tirisfal Glades go for the time being."
Eitrigg calmed down and thought about it, and suddenly his eyes lit up:
"Great Chief, Blackmore does not allow harm to the common people, but he did not mention the nobles."
Saurfang was stunned and laughed:
"Yes, there are many nobles in Lordaeron. It's time to conquer them, starting with the Agamand family."
Saurfang led people into the Agamand family manor, and the acting patriarch Devlin Agamand hurriedly greeted them out.
"There is an old saying among us orcs, thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river. Old Devlin, do you still remember how you treated me back then?" Saurfang looked ferocious.
Devlin was confused. He was the one who saved King Saurfang from the villagers, and he had served him seriously over the years without slacking off at all.
In order to please Saurfang, his daughter and son-in-law were eaten by him, and he even killed his own brother with his own hands.
Saurfang grabbed Devlin's collar: "Old man, have you forgotten? Today, I will make you pay with blood."
Devlin cried and said: "Great Chief, ask yourself, I have never been sorry to you."
Saurfang slapped Devlin in the face, sending him flying far away:
"Damn old man, you still don't know your fault. You saved my life, so you deserve to be punished. I will make you regret living in this world, Eitrigg, I will leave it all to you."
Eitrigg smiled sinisterly: "Don't worry, I will let him suffer to death."
The orcs occupied the Agamand Manor and drove the Agamand family to a small forest.
In front of Devlin, the orcs processed the family alive into hard dried meat, and their miserable howls echoed in Tirisfal Glades for a long time.
A long time later, when people passed by this forest, they could occasionally hear the screams of the Agamand people, so this forest was named the Weeping Forest.
Devlin knelt on the ground, looked at his hands, and cried with regret:
"What have I done? I am as stupid as Terenas and Uther. Why should I save a beast? Yes, orcs are beasts."
Eitrigg tortured Devlin for seven days and nights, and when he breathed his last breath, his body weighed less than ten pounds.
After the destruction of Agamand Manor, Lordaeron began the largest population migration in its history.
A large number of people and nobles passed through the Silverpine Forest and entered the Hillsbrad Hills to seek refuge with Blackmoore.
Interestingly, some nobles and common people were brainwashed by the Dove of Peace and had illusions about the orcs. Saurfang responded to their naivety with killing and fear.
At the entrance to the Royal Palace of Lordaeron, the headquarters of the Dove of Peace.
As a loyal lackey of the orcs, the Dove of Peace believes that it is safe.
One day, Saurfang led his troops into the Dove of Peace headquarters, tore three Dove of Peace officials to pieces in public, and ate them.
"Starting from today, this place needs to be renamed." Saurfang said gloomily.
"Please give me a name from the great chief." A surviving Song of Peace official asked anxiously.
"It's called the Warchief's dining hall." Saurfang licked his lips.