Sylvanas's trick was nothing. She used the scent of flowers to cover up her rotten smell, and then installed a charm circle in the villa.
After all, Sylvanas has lived for hundreds of years and has seen a lot. Varian is just a baby in her eyes. With the addition of music and verbal instigation, she successfully made King Varian fall into the trap.
A person's wisdom is limited after all.
King Varian was blindly confident, thinking he had found a path to a great king.
If it really succeeds, all the Eastern Kingdoms will plant the flag of the Alliance, and at the same time, they can also bring back beauties.
After the two talked happily all night, Varian was very confident and took action immediately.
First of all, we must solve the problem of unknown teachers.
It is not appropriate to attack the Undercity in the name of destroying the Burning Legion. After all, Varimathras was once a subordinate of Sylvanas.
After careful consideration by the think tank, it was finally decided to whitewash the Duke of Beauval.
Therefore, with the award from King Varian, Duke Bolvar was portrayed as a hero fighting against the Scourge. At the critical moment when the Alliance and the Horde were about to destroy Arthas, he was attacked by the plague of the Royal Apothecary Society of the Undercity.
Val and Delanoche were both killed.
Originally, Bolvar was portrayed as a heinous sinner.
Now suddenly a hero, Varian didn't care about the people's reaction.
There are just a few more corpses at the gate of Stormwind City.
When the Duke of Bolvar was promoted as a villain, some righteous people stood up to oppose it. Unfortunately, their voices were useless, and Varian ordered them to be hanged on the gallows.
As a result, a small group of smart people saw the direction of the trend and criticized Bolvar harshly, fabricating many groundless accusations against him and winning the support of King Varian.
When the Duke of Beauval was cleared, these people were naturally sent to the gallows.
Under the high-pressure rule of the Dove of Peace, Stormwind City's daily changes were not affected. With the reason to avenge the Duke of Bolvar, the Stormwind Kingdom began another round of expropriation and expropriation.
An army of 100,000 went out to fight, and the amount of food consumed every day was astronomical.
The treasury of the Kingdom of Stormwind has been empty for a long time. Several northern expeditions have failed, and the people have been overwhelmed by the continuous exploitation.
But King Varian doesn't care about the life and death of ordinary people. He only thinks about being famous in history, making great achievements, and becoming a great king respected by all generations, and he will do it at any cost.
Under Varian's order, the Dove of Peace took coercive measures. Countless people handed over the last grain of food in their homes, and the whole family held hands and hanged themselves.
Before the war even started, the Kingdom of Stormwind had already fallen into chaos, with countless refugees, hungry people everywhere, fields barren, and many towns and cities empty of houses.
But even so, they still couldn't raise enough military rations.
With Varian's acquiescence, the Dove of Peace adopted the most cruel method.
They turned people's corpses into hard meat jerky and used it as military rations.
People in one village after another were massacred, and the names of the people and the villages were ticked off, as if they had never existed in this world.
Since the last time he contradicted the king, Archbishop Benedictus has become a marginalized figure and is not qualified to participate in the center of power in Stormwind City.
Benedictus is already old and plans to stay away from political affairs and spend the last years of his life peacefully.
But in recent days, more and more people have entered Stormwind Cathedral to pray. In the confessional room of the church, people were finally able to express their hatred and curse King Varian.
One of the most polite words is:
"May King Varian's soul never rest in peace."
Benedictus was shocked and realized that something big had happened in the Kingdom of Stormwind.
"King Varian, what exactly are you going to do?"
Regardless of his own safety, Benedictus hurried to Storm Barrier.
At first, Benedictus was very polite and advised:
"Your Majesty, the Undercity is the territory of the tribe. Varimathras's betrayal is an internal matter of the tribe. The Alliance has no right to interfere."
King Varian didn't want to answer, but Benedictus was so respected that he could only respond casually:
"Archbishop, Varimathras is the fear lord of the Burning Legion. Everyone has the responsibility to protect Azeroth when the Legion invades. This time the Alliance and the Horde will work together to resist the Burning Legion. We cannot sit idly by."
Benedictus was slightly angry: "Your Majesty the King, are you bullying the old and incompetent? I am very aware of your ambitions."
Varian stood up, glared at the Archbishop, and said loudly:
"Since you understand everything, you should support my actions. In the battle of Undercity, we will conquer Lordaeron, and then the army will march towards Silvermoon City. The Sunreaver family will become the masters of Silvermoon City again. The high elves
He will also return to the league."
Benedictus looked tired and said patiently:
"Your Majesty the King, you are too naive. The Burning Legion is many levels of civilization higher than ours. We are still fighting with spears and shields. They are already able to travel among the stars. There are too many methods that we don't know about. I suspect that the Undercity has already
It has been laid out as a trap, waiting for you to fall into it. We cannot take this risk."
Varian was shocked after hearing this. What Benedictus said was not unreasonable. He was touched in his heart and asked doubtfully:
"Archbishop, are you asking me to give up? This is absolutely impossible. Now the tribe has suffered heavy losses and new soldiers have not been recruited yet. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."
Benedictus had no choice but to persuade him earnestly:
"Your Majesty the King, if you really want to conquer the Undercity, sending five thousand soldiers is enough. Don't use all our wealth to gamble."
Varian walked back and forth beside the throne, struggling internally:
"No, absolutely not. Five thousand soldiers may be able to defeat Varimathras, but they cannot drive out the tribe. What if Thrall comes to snatch my loot?"
Benedictus sighed, his expression full of loneliness, and he felt a little older:
"Your Majesty the King, you know what Thrall is like. This is a conspiracy. Besides, the Kingdom of Stormwind is weak and cannot support this war. It is better to give up and recuperate."
Varian blushed and yelled angrily:
"Are you trying to persuade me to give up and give up the good opportunity to make great achievements and become a mediocre king? Everything involves risks. If we are as timid as you, when will we be able to defeat the evil tribe and unify Azeroth?"
Benedictus shook his head and almost cried: "Your Majesty, please open your eyes and have mercy on the people."
Varian snorted coldly: "To achieve something, you have to make sacrifices. The suffering for a while is for the foundation of thousands of generations. History will remember my greatness."
Then he yelled to encourage himself:
"I am Varian, I am the Son of Destiny. This war will definitely be won. I will become as great a human emperor as Thoradin. No one can stop my determination."
Benedictus fell silent, feeling bursts of sadness in his heart.
History has proven countless times that greatness is built on the suffering of the people. It is the misfortune of all people to live in the same era as a great emperor.
Varian is arbitrary, and even if he succeeds by luck, the people will still suffer.