Varian is extremely ambitious, extremely persistent, and has a tough attitude, and will not listen to any opinions.
Benedictus realized that he could not be persuaded, so he had no choice but to leave, completely despairing of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Returning to the Cathedral of Light, Benedictus thought for a long time and finally made up his mind.
Having to find some way to protect the one hundred thousand innocent soldiers, Benedictus entered a basement and found an orb of the Black Dragon Legion.
With the injection of magic power, the orb lit up little by little, and a majestic voice sounded:
"Archbishop Benedictus, have you thought this through?"
Benedictus gritted his teeth and looked very ugly, but he still nodded resolutely:
"Yes, I need your help."
The king's anger turned into beauty because of his own ambition.
When everything was ready, King Varian led the expedition in person.
On this day, the people of Stormwind City took to the streets, shouting Varian's name to bid farewell to the great king.
King Varian on the horse was in high spirits, smiling and waving to the people.
It is the responsibility and the greatest ideal of every king to open up new territories and drive out foreigners.
Facing this unprecedented Mingjun, many people burst into tears, and many even passed out from excitement, never waking up again due to excessive hunger.
Varian, a great king destined to go down in history, is on the road to greatness.
Thousands of sails lined the port of Stormwind City, and the people watched as the king led the soldiers to board the ship. In their hearts, the Kingdom of Stormwind was about to usher in another victory.
However, can a battle with all the national strength really create a new world?
Most people don't know all this. The news they come into contact with every day is only continuous victories and good news, which is not enough to distinguish the situation of the kingdom.
Brilliant victories one after another have brought about increasingly difficult times. In Stormwind City, even some noble families have difficulty feeding themselves, and the entire kingdom is shrouded in hunger.
However, under the encouragement of the Dove of Peace, the people of the Kingdom of Storm felt unprecedented pride and pride, and were grateful that they lived in such a great era.
Compared with the dull and boring era of the Black Dragon Princess's reign, this is the life that the people of Stormwind Kingdom long for.
Varian personally led an army of 50,000 people, departed from the port of Stormwind City, landed in Southsea Town, and joined the 50,000 troops exiled here.
Before setting off, Varian took time to pay homage to Thoradin's Wall.
Thoradin's Wall is the greatest miracle in the Hillbrad Hills. Hundreds of years ago, humans built this huge wall to resist the threat of the northern trolls.
Later, the trolls were defeated by the high elves and humans, and this ancient city wall lost its function. It has not been repaired for many years, and the city wall is mottled and dilapidated.
The land on both sides of the city wall originally belonged to humans, but the invasion of the orcs changed everything. The once glorious kingdom turned into ruins, the city was burned, and countless people were massacred.
Looking at this ancient city wall, stroking the mottled marks of swords, spears, axes and axes, Varian burst into tears and swore loudly under this city wall where the blood of his ancestors was flowing:
"The glory of my ancestors will be repeated in my hands. I swear that in my lifetime, mankind will become the master of this land again, at all costs, for the Alliance and for Azeroth."
Robbie stood on the top of Thoradin's city wall, looking at the high-spirited King Varian with a somewhat complicated mood.
Human nature is difficult to judge by ordinary standards of good and evil. No king is born stupid, only incompetent and deceived.
In a complicated situation, who is more skilled and who has better luck.
Unfortunately, luck is not on Varian's side, and he must find a way to save the situation and reduce losses.
Robbie made up his mind and floated down from the city wall like a big bird, slowly landing in front of King Varian.
"Alert, there is an assassin."
Many guards surrounded Varian, and Varian asked anxiously:
"Who are you?"
Robby stepped on the void, like a god, and made a majestic voice:
"King of Stormwind City, I can listen to the voices of all the dead souls in the world, and I specifically warn you that the Undercity has laid a trap long ago, just waiting for you to fall into the trap."
Varian frowned slightly, relaxed a little, and asked:
"You are the general of the Scourge Legion? How do you expect me to trust you?"
Robbie's lips raised a smile: "Your Majesty the King, I will prove to you that in the villa of Grand Duke Alpha, you met a high elf woman by chance."
Varian was surprised, how could anyone hear this, but then he felt relieved and sneered:
"There were many guards around me that day. Isn't it surprising that someone was spying on me?"
Robbie calmly replied: "Do you know the true identity of that woman?"
Varian was stunned, bit his lip, and couldn't answer for a long time.
After that night, Varian missed the mysterious woman very much. The hazy figure tormented him, scratching his heart and liver, and he just wanted to see her one more time.
Unfortunately, the beauty has left, leaving only a letter and an appointment with King Varian to meet in the Undercity.
Robbie sighed and said:
"Stupid king, that woman is Sylvanas Windrunner. She used magic and language to confuse you and asked you to take back the Undercity for her. The condition is that these 100,000 innocent soldiers will be used to bribe Varimassa.
"
"No way, you are lying."
The beauty he longed for turned out to be the ruthless, rotten Queen of Darkness. Varian felt so insulted that he picked up his sword and struck with it.
Robbie didn't move, letting the sword strike.
A strange thing happened. The next moment, Varian found the sword in Robbie's hand, the tip of the sword pointed at his throat, and all the guards around him were subdued.
Varian's face turned pale, feeling that his life was threatened.
Robbie said coldly: "Varian, it would be easy for me to kill you, but it is meaningless. I just hope you are smarter and don't fall into the trap of Thrall and Sylvanas."
After that, Robbie returned the sword to Varian and left.
Do your best and obey fate. Faced with the tragedy that is destined to happen, Robbie can only do this.
Varian was in shock. Recalling what Robbie had said, he felt more and more that it might be the truth.
"Perhaps the person I met that night was really Sylvanas. No wonder she is proficient in music and knows how to march and form formations. Compared with her, I am just a child!"
Along the way, Varian kept thinking and was in a dilemma.
"Are we going to withdraw like this? After plundering the people's food rations in Stormwind City, countless families were separated and thrown into desperate situations. As a result, I returned in vain and became the laughing stock of the people. How will future generations view me? I'm afraid they will evaluate me as incompetent.
The clown."
Varian was unwilling to give in. When he returned to Nanhai Town, looking at the endless camp with countless flags fluttering in the wind, Varian suddenly felt confident.
"I am the great King Varian. I have such a powerful army, so there is nothing to be afraid of. I cut through thorns, look at everything, and have the courage to overcome all difficulties.
"Now that I know the conspiracy of Thrall and Sylvanas, and there are traps in the Undercity, I just have to use them to find out how Varimathras can stop my great cause."
Varian was determined, and a hundred thousand troops marched towards the Undercity.