"Impossible, what kind of insidious magic is this?"
The powerless Varian was horrified. The three thousand soldiers who had invaded the Undercity were now lambs to be slaughtered.
Varimathras, the fear lord floating in the air, said slowly:
"It's just a simple plague. I put a special plague in all the water sources in Tirisfal Glades. After the attack, people temporarily lose their resistance. Your army of 100,000 is finished. Azera is just backward.
How can Sri Lankan civilization be the enemy of our Burning Legion?"
"...Your Majesty the King, you are too naive. The Burning Legion is many levels of civilization higher than ours..."
Archbishop Benedictus's earnest persuasion echoed in Varian's ears, and he finally understood how stupid and arrogant he was.
Thinking of Thoradin's Wall again, Robbie's warning to him made him even more ashamed.
"Why didn't you tell me that the Burning Legion was causing trouble in the water source?" Varian complained in his heart.
As everyone knows, the Burning Legion has a variety of methods. If one plan fails, another will follow, making it difficult for people to guard against.
Thrall came over, picked up Varian's sword, and said with a ferocious smile:
"Stupid Varian, you actually want to be an enemy of the Burning Legion. Look at your miserable appearance. If I eat you here, who will know?"
With that said, the sword was aimed at Varian's neck, about to cut it off.
"Stop it, Sal."
Varimathras yelled loudly, kicked Thrall away, and smiled at Varian: "King of mankind, are you willing to accept my distribution of the spoils?"
Varian was trembling with fear, reluctantly got up, and knelt in front of Varimathras:
"I do!"
Varimathras smiled sinisterly and said:
"That's right. An alliance leader who is willing to cooperate with us can continuously bring souls to the legion. Just as I promised, you will become a great king."
Varimathras selected thirty royal guards and took the antidote to the plague for them. Then he said to Jaina: "Beautiful lady, send this great king back to Stormwind City. His triumphant return will surely
It will inspire the people of Stormwind to come and die willingly."
Jaina smiled flatteringly and came to Varian:
"Look, Your Majesty the King, I can always be on the side of the winner. I hope you can learn to be smarter. I will send you back to Elwynn Forest. Congratulations on your great victory in the Undercity. You will get the Storm
The people of the Kingdom warmly support and support us.”
The teleported light flickered, and King Varian and his thirty guards disappeared.
Thrall struggled to get up. Varimathras' kick was very annoying. Thrall, who was grinning, showed a flattering smile:
"Dear Varimathras, your wish has been fulfilled. Can you return the Undercity to us?"
Varimathras yawned and said slowly:
"I feel a little tired and very bored. This journey should be over. As you wish, the Undercity will be returned to the tribe, but it must be Ms. Sylvanas. I hope that the person who lives in this city
Still the Forsaken, not the filthy Orcs."
Sal's disappointed expression flashed past, and he nodded hastily: "Of course, your wishes will be fulfilled."
At this moment, a panic came from the royal area of the Undercity, and Sylvanas, with her hair disheveled and her face covered in dust, rushed in with some Forgotten People.
Looking at this embarrassed look, he seemed to be running for his life.
Varimathras flapped his wings and said displeasedly:
"Sylvanas, I have warned you long ago, don't panic when encountering anything. As a leader, you must remain calm at all times."
Sylvanas panicked and said:
"Something bad happened. Our loot was robbed. A large group of black dragons almost covered the sky. They used strange magic to teleport away a hundred thousand alliance troops."
"What, the Black Dragon Legion?"
Varimathras was so frightened that he almost fell from the air and opened the legion portal in a panic:
"Kil'jaeden came to me to discuss something important. I must leave as soon as possible. I will leave the rest of the matter to you. Thrall, don't forget, the tribe still owes me one hundred thousand souls."
Varimathras escaped, and Jaina opened the portal almost at the same time. Thrall hurriedly led the Horde's army away, leaving only a few Forsaken.
Fortunately, the Black Dragon Legion only rescued 100,000 Alliance troops, disappeared without a trace, and had no intention of occupying the Undercity.
This was a stronghold of the Dove of Peace in Elwynn Forest. Archbishop Benedictus hunted Jaina and burned it down.
Varian walked out of the ruins and looked at the sky of Elwynn Forest with mixed feelings.
A hundred thousand troops went out in force, but all ended up being used as rations for the tribe, and only thirty came back. This was such a shame, and Varian felt like his heart was twisting in a knife.
Varian saw a familiar figure floating quietly in the air with his hands behind his back, looking up at the white clouds. He was the envoy of the Moon God.
As if he had seen a savior, Varian hurried over and knelt on the ground, hugging the leg of the divine messenger and crying: "Master divine messenger, save me."
The envoy turned around and said helplessly:
"Varian, do you know? The Moon God is very disappointed with you. I thought you could replace Thrall, the savior, and become a real leader to serve the Moon God, but look what you have done?"
Varian looked downcast and asked, "What should I do?"
The angel waved his hand and said: "Go back, you are still the king of Stormwind City and the leader of the alliance. Your rule is still rock-solid and unshakable, waiting for the will of the Moon God."
Varian suddenly showed hope, which proved that Luna had not given up on him.
The figure of the divine envoy disappeared, and Varian regained his courage and headed towards Stormwind City under the protection of his guards.
Elwynn Forest is close to Stormwind City and was originally a wealthy and prosperous place.
However, due to the continuous expropriation and expropriation of the Kingdom of Stormwind, countless people went bankrupt, their wives and children were separated, and their families were destroyed. The prosperity of the past has long since disappeared.
Varian passed by a village. With heavy taxes, the dove of peace not only took away the last grain of food from the people's homes, but also didn't spare the property in the house.
Each room was empty and empty with only four walls, and the windows and doors had been torn down.
Varian was resting in a large room. A guard brought a bowl of water. Seeing His Majesty the King's frown, the guard advised:
"Your Majesty the King, your health is important. This is just a small failure. It does not affect your greatness at all. The people are still full of love for you."
Varian sighed: "But I failed the people after all."
There was a commotion outside the door, followed by the guards shouting loudly.
Varian frowned slightly and walked out unhappily. When he saw the situation outside, his legs became weak with fear.
The whole house has been surrounded. On the surrounding low walls and on the big trees, there are people in ragged clothes and unkempt hair and dirty faces everywhere. They are as thin as skin and bones. Many of them can no longer stand up and are lying on all fours like wild beasts.
.
The thin and withered common people only had a pair of eyes that shone with cold light, like beasts that had been hungry for a long time when they encountered food. They grinned, revealing their withered yellow teeth, and drooled continuously.