Facing the brutal King Saurfang, an official from the Dove of Peace took out a trembling letter and said anxiously:
"Warchief, this is Medivh's letter, please let us forward it to you."
Medivh?
Saurfang took a breath.
After becoming the warchief, Saurfang did not dare to be too presumptuous and tried to restrain himself because he was worried about Medivh's interference.
After opening the letter and taking a look at it, Saurfang said arrogantly:
"It turns out that we have to deal with Blackmoore. He is just a fly. I can swat him to death at any time. When I have time, I will take off his head."
Despite his wild words, Saurfang did not dare to actually send troops to Hillsbrad Foothills.
The signatures of Orgrim Doomhammer and Grom Hellscream have become a lingering shadow in his heart.
The results of Eitrigg's investigation must be awaited.
Hillsbrad Foothills.
With the influx of more and more people, this remote land of Lordaeron gradually became prosperous.
Villages were established one after another, and a large amount of farmland was cultivated, just waiting for the arrival of the next spring.
Blackmore adopted the method of self-cultivation, reduced taxes, and won the hearts of the people.
A large number of nobles poured in, including many talented people in military and political fields.
Blackmore's imperial heart showed ferocity, and he used both kindness and power to successfully make the rebellious nobles work for him.
The sun was shining brightly, and Blackmore and the men in black robes were lightly dressed and patrolling their territory.
Looking at the prosperous scene, Blackmore said sadly:
"Lordaeron is still groaning under the iron hooves of the orcs. I think the time has come. Why not attack Tirisfal Glades and eliminate Saurfang's tyranny?"
The man in black robe smiled and shook his head. When he saw a farmer picking up weeds in the field, he stepped forward and asked:
"What do you think of King Terenas' reign?"
The farmer raised his head, not recognizing these two men, and admired from the bottom of his heart:
"King Terenas is the destined hero, the greatest king in human history. His achievements are unparalleled. I admire him."
Blackmoore was unconvinced: "How can King Terenas still be a great king when he imposes heavy taxes on the people and takes away your last grain of food to feed the orcs?"
The farmer scratched his head and said sheepishly: "We can't figure this out, and we don't want to think about it. King Terenas is a good king, so this can't be wrong."
Forcing people to leave their homes and stay away from the homeland where they have lived for generations, how can this be the behavior of a good king?
Blackmoore could only sigh helplessly. The Menethil family had ruled Lordaeron for many years, and King Terenas had been on the throne for more than fifty years.
This terrible inertia cannot be changed by a temporary tyranny.
The two of them continued walking and saw a woman fetching water by the river, with a face as delicate as a flower.
The man in black robe stepped forward and asked: "Little girl, what do you think of the orcs?"
"The orcs are the saviors of Azeroth. They are kind and kind. I like them." The woman blurted out without thinking.
Blackmore's expression fell. The propaganda of the Secret Channel Dove of Peace was indeed powerful, forming a deep-rooted concept in the hearts of the people.
The man in black robe asked again: "So what do you think of King Saurfang?"
The woman lowered her head and said shyly: "King Saurfang is a real hero, a great hero, the idol I worship, if, if..."
"Stop talking."
Blackmore interrupted the woman angrily, turned around and left.
After a long while, Blackmore asked in confusion: "Why is this happening? It shouldn't be!"
The man in black robe smiled faintly and said: "Since ancient times, kings have weighed two aspects. The first is to establish their own prestige, and the second is to implement benevolent policies."
Blackmore was baffled: "I don't think the two are in conflict!"
The man in black robe smiled bitterly and said: "Benevolent government is difficult. No matter what you do, it is impossible to satisfy all the people. It is relatively simple to establish prestige. The people are accustomed to obeying and like to follow what others say. They rarely have their own thoughts.
King Terenas is very poor at benevolent governance, but relying on his natural faith, he is definitely a good hand at establishing authority."
Blackmore lowered his head and thought for a long time: "You mean the Holy Light?"
The man in black robe nodded: "Yes, it is relying on the Holy Light that King Terenas made himself great, so he reused Uther."
Blackmoore finally understood his weakness and murmured: "I am not a Paladin, and I do not believe in the Holy Light."
The man in black robe sighed heavily: "If we fight back to Lordaeron, the people will not regard you as king. They will fish Terenas out of the latrine, untie Uther from the city wall, and still regard you as their king."
For the sake of the Lord, you will also make up a story about enduring humiliation and suffering, but at most you are just following orders to defeat the traitors."
Blackmoore frowned: "If you can save the people of Lordaeron from suffering, it doesn't matter whether you become the king or not?"
The man in black robe lamented: "As long as Terenas is still the king, the people will not live a good life. Do you think he will learn his lesson? He will still force the people to cut meat to feed the orcs."
Blackmore closed his eyes: "I understand, the time is not yet ripe."
The man in black robe said calmly: "At least we have to wait until one of Terenas and Uther dies from the humiliation."
Terenas didn't want to die.
Even if he was trapped in a latrine, crawling with maggots, and being visited and pointed at by numerous Lordaeron people every day, he didn't want to die.
Thanks to the ghoul structure of his lower body, his vitality is extremely tenacious and he is able to survive in such harsh conditions.
However, deep in his consciousness, a little darkness gradually spread.
At first it was just a dot the size of a sesame seed, but soon it became the size of an egg, and finally it became a vague human shape.
"How will history judge you? King Terenas! You have conquered the orcs, crushed the bones of the people of Lordaeron, and squeezed out the last bit of marrow. A stupid king, a king who betrayed mankind, and was
The orcs were thrown into the latrine, look at you like this, don't you feel ashamed?"
"I am the greatest king of mankind." Terenas firmly believed.
"What you did has nothing to do with greatness." The voice continued: "You will only become the laughing stock of history. Look, countless innocent souls surround you. They are all Lordaeron who were murdered by you.
People, no king will achieve greatness by killing his own people."
Terenas was surprised to find that there were countless ghosts standing around, either withered and thin, or covered in blood, looking at him coldly.
"My greatness is unquestionable, and all my decisions are correct." Terenas resisted vigorously.
"What empty words. Look at your situation. Do you still think it's correct?" Black Shadow mocked.
Terenas bit his lip and finally broke down, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
"It's a pity that even your tears are smelly. King Terenas, you can't resist. You will only become a piece of rotten meat in the pit. By the way, I forgot to tell you that Uther, the Lightbringer, was killed by Saurfang.
He was humiliated and tortured at the gate of the city, and his remorse was very useful to me."
"Uther!"
Terenas' last hope was shattered.
"Follow the darkness, King Terenas, and I will avenge you. Everyone deserves to die, including the orcs."