In his daze, King Varian felt like he was tied up tightly, dragged all the way and thrown into the basement. A guard asked:
"Should this traitor be sent to Stormwind Prison?"
Varian was shocked, why did he become a traitor?
After kicking Varian hard, General Marcus said in disgust:
"Forget it, if you send it to Stormwind City Prison, it will only be made into hard jerky by the jailer. Why should you give it to others? Brothers haven't eaten for several days. They are so hungry that their chests are pressed against their backs. Let's drink broth tonight."
The soldier said in surprise: "General Renyi, my brothers are all dizzy with hunger. How many of them are there already, how dare they pretend to be the great King Varian?"
General Marcus said with admiration:
"Yes, our king is incomparably great and brilliant, illuminating each of us. His radiance is comparable to that of the sun and the moon, but there are always people pretending to be him and tarnishing the reputation of the king. It is really an unforgivable crime. Forget it.
Get up, this is already the forty-ninth one."
It turned out to be a misunderstanding.
Varian gradually regained consciousness and was about to discern something. He had enough evidence to prove that he was the real king of Stormwind City.
Before Varian could say anything, the soldier skillfully opened Varian's mouth. Varian only felt a cold sensation at the base of his tongue, followed by a sharp pain.
The tongue was cut out!
Varian almost fainted from the pain. He was completely dumbfounded and speechless.
Marcus nodded: "Well done, to prevent him from yelling, I'll ask the priest to help him stop the bleeding. We have to feed this man for three days, but we can't just die like this."
Not long after, a priest entered the basement and helped Varian stop the bleeding. The tongue was given as a thank you, and the priest left with a smile on his face.
"Damn General Marcus, why do you treat your king like this?"
Varian felt this hatred and lay weakly in the moldy haystack, despairing of all thoughts.
Time passed quickly, and as night fell, Varian was dragged out.
In a large room, there were more than fifty soldiers gathered, all of them skinny and skinny, shaking when they walked. They were drooling as they looked at Varian.
A large pot of water was boiled in the center of the big room, and General Marcus said seriously:
"Praise the great King Varian for bringing us a rich and happy life. Without King Varian, we would have been wiped out by the orcs long ago."
The soldiers lowered their heads and said devoutly together:
"Praise be to the great King Varian."
General Marcus pointed at Varian and said:
"This is a shameless villain who dares to impersonate the great King Varian and blaspheme the Kingdom of Stormwind. Today we will eat his flesh and blood. This is what he deserves."
A soldier with a giant ax stepped forward and chopped off Varian's arms. A priest stepped forward to stop the bleeding and threw his arms into a pot to cook.
This little meat was not enough for everyone, so the soldiers poured in some wheat bran, bark, grass roots, etc. and made a large pot of soup.
The Kingdom of Stormwind is so poor that the guards of Stormwind City have long been out of food and are not even willing to eat Varian in one go.
Each of the poor soldiers was only given a small piece of meat and ate it with grass roots and bark. They all looked satisfied.
After dinner, the soldiers dispersed, leaving only General Marcus in the room.
Marcus looked at Varian condescendingly and said coldly:
"During the reign of the Black Dragon Princess and Duke Bolvar, we could at least have enough to eat. A great king, look what he has brought to us?"
"It turns out he knows everything, and he did it on purpose!"
Varian, who lost his arms, whimpered and was speechless. Marcus squatted down and looked at him: "I don't know what happened, but your suffering has just begun, and you owe this."
Early the next morning, in the dark basement, bursts of cheers suddenly came to Varian's ears.
Sounds came in from the windows overhead. Soldiers ran around and shouted happily:
"The Undercity is victorious, and the great King Varian is back."
"King Varian killed millions of Burning Legions in the Undercity, defeated Gal'jaeden with one punch, repelled the invasion of the Burning Legion, and saved Azeroth."
"Quick, get ready to meet King Varian."
Varian woke up from his sleep. He was clearly lying in the basement waiting to die. Why was there a welcome ceremony?
The soldiers were walking around in such a busy manner that no one noticed the prisoners in the basement.
Seeing that the door to the basement was ajar, Varian struggled to stand up, carefully avoiding the patrolling soldiers, climbed to a nearby tower, and leaned against the wall, breathing heavily.
Not long after, a rumbling salute sounded, and a large group of soldiers in shining armor opened the way ahead, with countless flags fluttering.
There was a man sitting upright on a tall horse with brightly colored fur, wearing a set of golden armor. Varian was shocked when he saw this man.
It turned out to be exactly the same as myself.
The king on horseback wore a confident smile and waved frequently to the soldiers and people on both sides. The people cheered like mountains and tsunamis.
"Fake, he is fake."
Varian shouted in his heart, but unfortunately he couldn't make a sound. When the king's guard of honor passed by, Varian bit his lip and jumped off the tower regardless of his own safety.
Unfortunately, Varian fell right in front of the new king. Although he was badly beaten, he still managed to raise his head.
The moment he looked at Varian on the horse, chaotic memories flooded into his mind.
"It turns out that we are all fake and impostors. The real Varian has died long ago."
Varian finally closed his eyes, thinking he was dead.
During the grand ceremony to welcome the king's victorious return, a murderer who lost both arms jumped from the tower and almost startled the king's horse.
The guards quickly stepped forward and dragged away the assassin who suffered broken bones and tendons. The episode quickly passed.
In his daze, Varian heard the sounds of quarrels in his ears, one of which was the voice of an angel:
"I promised that I would find Varian. Why do you want to find a replacement in the parallel world? You know the consequences of interfering with the parallel world too much."
Another voice was very unfamiliar and said coldly:
"It's all your fault for being incompetent. You lost the king of Stormwind City. The Alliance must have a leader to provide food and protection for the orcs. This guy is useless. Heal his injuries and send him back. I hope he can
Fix excessive interference with parallel worlds."
Although he didn't understand what happened, Varian knew he would survive.
Varian woke up from a coma. Although he had just recovered from a serious illness and his whole body was weak, his body was intact and chaotic memories appeared in his mind.
There is no orc invasion in this world, nor are there any Scourge or Forsaken.
Varian is the sixth son of King Lion. Although he only has the right to inherit the throne of the sixth king and basically has no hope of inheriting the throne, he is still a pampered prince.
A serious illness left him in a coma for a long time. Fortunately, Archbishop Benedictus prayed to the Holy Light and cured his illness.
That brief experience of being a king, with the ferocious-looking orcs and the rotting Forsaken, seemed like a dream. Varian couldn't figure out what was going on, and he was glad that he was still alive.
It is better to be a good citizen in prosperous times than a king in troubled times.
A few days later, Varian recovered well and was able to walk in the garden, when he was suddenly summoned by King Lion.