The coalition forces are originally in disarray. If they are cut off from supplies and people's hearts become unstable, a mutiny will soon occur.
Merry Dongfeng held Uther's hand tightly:
"Sir Uther, you are the spokesperson of the Holy Light and the leader of the Knights of the Silver Hand. Now I can only count on you to defeat Thrall, the orc scourge."
Uther's face was like a crushed bitter melon: "Merry Winterwind, you know me, I, I cannot be an enemy of the orcs."
After all, Meili Dongfeng has lived for more than three thousand years and knows that some people's nature is difficult to change and cannot be forced.
"In this case, we might as well send someone to negotiate with Sal and see what he wants."
Uther's eyes lit up: "Negotiating with orcs is my strength. Don't worry, I will fulfill my mission."
After Uther left, Merry Winterwind sat down with the three Dreadlord lieutenants to discuss.
"Don't put hope in Uther." Tichondrius said gloomily: "Uther is a coward and will only surrender to the orcs."
Merry Dongfeng nodded: "I have never counted on Uther. The orcs are the purest barbaric race I have ever seen. They have twisted morals. Since this Thrall can become the leader, he must be exceptional.
"
Mal'Ganis laughed and said: "When it comes to insidiousness and cunning, who can compare to our Dread Lord? Why don't you give Thrall to me?"
On the side, Varimathras was unconvinced and said: "Mal'Ganis, just you, be careful not to be killed by Thrall."
Malganis said fiercely: "What, are you not convinced? How about we compete."
Tichondrius stopped the quarrel between the two: "Mal'Ganis, you are the best at deceiving people. I believe you, so you might as well tell me your plan."
Mal'Ganis smiled slightly: "I brought a good thing. It was...well, Lord Kil'jaeden gave me a helmet that can control people's hearts. It's called the Abyss Helmet."
Tichondrius was worried that the origin of the helmet would be revealed, so he warned: "This name is not good, it is better to change it to the Helmet of Command."
Mal'Ganis did not dare to disobey the leader's order: "Yes, leader, I have a plan to make Thrall wear the Helm of Command on his own initiative."
Uther walked into Thrall's camp.
A strong smell of blood hit his face, making him nauseous, and Uther endured the discomfort.
Uther noticed that the tents, fences, etc. in the camp were all made of orc bones.
The weapons and armor used by orcs are also made of bones.
At the door of the tent, an orc gnawed on a dried orc arm and sneered at Uther.
Corpses were hung on shelves made of bones, and the orc chef skillfully cut off the flesh and blood.
Uther only felt a chill on his back. This place was simply an orc slaughterhouse.
Thrall's tent has a door curtain made of orc fangs.
Uther was panicked, entered Thrall's tent, and saw a throne made of orc skulls.
On the throne, Thrall was thinking when he saw Uther and smiled cruelly.
"This is not the first time we have met, Uther the Lightbringer!"
Uther felt familiar and tried to remember.
"I understand, you are one of the four merchants in Stormwind City."
Uther exclaimed, although Thrall's physical appearance has changed, his voice has not changed.
Anachronos robbed Uther's treasure house in Andorhal, so he was very impressed.
"You have a good memory, Sir Uther." Thrall stood up, poured a glass of bright red liquid, and handed it to Uther.
"This is the blood of an orc warrior, added with special herbs." Thrall said with a smile: "We orcs have an ancient tradition. By drinking the blood of your opponent, you can gain his courage."
Uther tremblingly took the cup, but refused to bring it to his mouth.
Thrall said regretfully: "Uther, I thought we were friends."
"Yes, yes, we are friends."
Uther held his breath and poured the blood from the cup into his mouth.
A fishy smell rushed straight into his nose, and his stomach churned. Uther hurriedly used holy light to suppress it, so he didn't vomit.
Sal clapped his hands and praised:
"Uther, you are indeed an amazing hero. There are very few people in Azeroth that I admire. You are one of them. Of course, you are not the one I admire the most."
"Who does the war chief admire the most?" Uther asked confusedly.
"Arthas Menethil."
Uther thought about it for a long time before he remembered that this was the name of the prince of Lordaeron.
How can a young man be admired by Sal?
Uther couldn't figure it out.
Thrall sat on the Throne of Bones: "My position has never changed, Blackmoore of Hillsbrad Hills, it's a pity that Fording and you let us down so much. Both expeditions returned without success, which caused this
Today’s situation.”
Uther cried and defended: "Warchief, this is all because of the orcs."
Thrall grinned: "So I killed the orcs for you."
It took Uther a while to breathe smoothly: "Warchief, what do you want?"
Thrall smiled lightly: "As the leader of the alliance, I will lead the alliance's army to destroy the Lich King Terenas and Blackmoore."
Uther returned to the coalition fortress anxiously and told Thrall's request.
After Merry Dongfeng heard this, he was not surprised. He was especially concerned about the relationship between Uther and Thrall:
"So you have met before, Sal is more than just a person."
Uther thought of Anachronos's terror, his face turned pale and he said:
"One of them knows many secrets, and I was coerced."
Meili Dongfeng seemed to be talking to himself, murmuring:
"Why did they target Blackmoore? If it is because Blackmoore killed orcs, Thrall obviously killed more. What is the relationship between these four and the Curse Sect?"
Uther felt uncomfortable and went down to rest.
Mal'Ganis smiled cunningly and said: "Since Thrall wants to deal with Blackmoore, I will make him unable to get what he wants, and finally collapse in despair."
After taking a cup of orc blood, Uther didn't sleep well all night, and didn't fall asleep until dawn.
When Uther woke up, it was already noon.
The charcoal in the brazier has long been extinguished, and there is a slight chill in the room that shouldn't be there.
Uther's expression darkened. He had always had someone to take care of his daily life, but now something was wrong.
"Adjutant, go to the Military Law Office to get a hundred whips, and then go to the Pioneer Camp."
No one responded.
Uther was so angry that he threw on his clothes and rushed out of the room.
The camp that used to be bustling with people was now empty and as silent as a tomb.
Uther was stunned.
Soon, the sound of chaotic footsteps was heard, and Thrall rushed in with a group of orcs.
Seeing only the lonely Uther, Thrall rushed over angrily and grabbed Uther's collar:
"Where are the people? Where have they gone?"
"I, I don't know."
Uther almost cried.
Wetland, Saldo Bridge.
A legion portal stood at the end of the bridge, and the coalition forces set up camp near the portal.
Mal'Ganis stared at the Legion Orb, admiring the furious expression on Nesar's orb, and smiled sinisterly:
"A qualified conspirator needs to anticipate the opponent's next move. What will Sal do next?"
Merry Dongfeng thought for a while and said: "With Thrall's character, he will never attack Blackmoore, let alone fight against the Lich King Terenas."
Mal'Ganis clapped his hands and praised: "Good guess."
Meili Dongfeng traced his finger along the map of Silver Pine Forest: