While Jaina went to meet Thrall, Sylvanas secretly found Garrosh.
After the disastrous defeat at the Wrath Gate, Garrosh fled to Dorath. This disastrous defeat hit him hard, and he was so depressed that he almost gave up the fight for the position of warchief.
Fortunately, Doras did not give up on him and believed that Garrosh had great investment value.
"Garrosh, you have to understand that you have noble blood flowing in your body. A few failures are nothing. The so-called savior Thrall was chased by the Scourge and was in a state of embarrassment. After he succeeded the warchief
After the throne, there are more failures than victories. The rise of great men does not rely on victory after victory, but on persistence and the spirit of never giving up."
Doras's persuasion allowed Garrosh to regain his confidence. The road to kingship is paved with bones. The death of tens of thousands of orcs is nothing.
But now that Thrall has the initiative, he needs a good opportunity to rise again.
The arrival of Sylvanas gave Garrosh an opportunity.
After hearing Sylvanas' introduction to the news about the video hall, Garrosh had some doubts, but he could afford to lose. He thought this was a good opportunity and said loudly:
"Thall is just a coward. He can no longer afford to lose and will never dare to advance. Only I, Garrosh, am qualified to become the chief of the tribe and the Lich King. I am determined to do so."
Doras's huge financial backing is Garrosh's confidence guarantee.
Sylvanas was very unhappy that Garrosh wanted to take the throne of the Lich King, but she didn't show it and secretly noted it.
Sylvanas tactfully changed the subject: "We need the alliance's cooperation. I heard that Fordring has rushed to Stormwind City, hoping to persuade King Varian."
Stormwind City Port.
Although there were many guards around him to protect him, King Varian was still confused and looked towards the port anxiously.
The leader of the Silver Crusade and the spokesperson of the Holy Light, he defeated the Lich King Arthas twice. Tirion Fordring, the greatest hero in the world, came to visit Stormwind City.
King Varian didn't know how to deal with this situation, so he could only follow the arrangements of his subordinates and personally came to the port of Stormwind City to welcome Fordring's arrival.
Ship after ship sailed into the port of Stormwind City, and a large group of officers and soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition came ashore. Each of them had bright armor and full of energy. They were all the elite of the Silver Northern Expedition.
There were a thousand soldiers of the Silver Northern Expedition. Varian was shocked. There were a lot of people!
There were only a hundred royal guards beside Varian, but then he thought again, after all, Tirion Fordring is a great hero and a human, so he should be fine.
Tirion Fordring looked at King Varian in the distance and remembered Thrall's visit the day before. He changed his previous arrogance and domineering attitude, said a few good words, and enthusiastically proposed to cooperate with Fordring.
This made Fording feel the warmth of spring. He was instinctively afraid of the orcs in his heart, but as long as the orcs gave him a little warmth, he would be extremely happy.
So Fording threw down his glass and agreed to cooperate with Thrall.
Fording came to Varian, and one of his subordinates took out a footstool. Fording deliberately stood on the footstool and looked down at the king of Stormwind City. He was wearing a thick gray fur coat, which was special.
Conspicuous.
"Who is the king of Stormwind? Do you know what I am wearing?"
Fording's rudeness made Varian very unhappy, but he still asked politely: "This leather coat is quite unique. Please tell Sir Fording its origin."
Fording said proudly: "This leather coat is unique in the world. It is made from the fur on the chests of a hundred walrus leaders, and their souls are sealed in the leather coat using black magic."
Varian's heart sank after hearing this. They all said that Fording was a bright and just man. Unexpectedly, his hands were stained with the blood of innocent people, and he was simply a ruthless butcher.
Fording looked at Varian maliciously and said fiercely:
"But this leather jacket is not finished yet. It needs some special leather for lining."
Fording's domineering behavior made Varian unbearable and he angrily shouted:
"That's enough, Fording, what are you doing in Stormwind City? If you have nothing to do, please go back. You are not welcome in Stormwind City."
Fording grabbed the Ashbringer from behind and pointed the tip of his sword at King Varian unceremoniously:
"Azeroth is now facing life and death. The Argent Crusade and the Horde are fighting bloody battles with the Scourge in Northrend. As the king of Stormwind City and the leader of the Alliance, you are greedy for pleasure and not enterprising. I represent Azeroth.
All living creatures seek justice from you."
"justice?"
Varian was about to retort, but he saw the guards around him leaving him one after another, and a thousand silver Northern Expeditionary Army soldiers gathered around him. Varian was instantly left alone.
"Wait, Fording, we can discuss it." Varian said in a low voice.
Fording raised the Ashbringer, making a gesture of cutting it down, and threatened loudly:
"Varian, you traitor to humanity, I will personally peel off your skin, line this leather coat of mine, and seal your soul in it. This is the consequences of opposing the orcs. Dare to resist."
All orcs deserve to die."
Varian was so frightened that his whole body trembled, his legs couldn't help but become weak, and he knelt on the ground and begged.
At this moment, a voice came from a nearby large ship:
"Fording, don't do anything yet, I have something to say."
I saw Thrall walking off the boat, followed by a large group of orc guards.
Fording immediately bowed his head and looked at Thrall like a pug.
Sal opened his mouth and said with a ferocious smile:
"Varian, do you know? Whenever we orcs face difficulties, a human king will stand up and help us out of trouble. Now Orgrimmar is seriously lacking in food, and hungry orcs cannot save Azeroth.
, begging for the support of the Kingdom of Stormwind.”
A document was delivered to Varian. Varian hurriedly took it and read the contents on the document. He was so frightened that he almost screamed.
This is a king's decree, claiming that orcs have sacrificed everything to save the world, and humans must sacrifice blood and flesh to be qualified to survive in this world.
In the name of the king, the people of the Kingdom of Stormwind are ordered to pay a flesh and blood tax. Every two people must contribute one person as tax. They must be between fifteen and sixty years old. Anyone who disobeys the order is equivalent to treason.
Varian's hands were trembling and his mind was buzzing. He didn't know whether he should sign this royal order.
Sal comforted him:
"Your Majesty, you don't have to feel any psychological pressure. Back then, King Terenas was worried that we orcs wouldn't have enough to eat, so he acquiesced in allowing us to plunder the people of Lordaeron. History is fair, and Terenas is still a great man.
king."
Varian's mind went blank, and he didn't understand a word of Thrall's words. He instinctively picked up the seal, stamped the king's decree, and signed his name.
Sal read the decree carefully and nodded with satisfaction:
"Very good, Varian. You are still the king of Stormwind City. Let us start collecting the flesh and blood tax from Stormwind City. Believe me, we will definitely gain the enthusiastic support of the people, for the sake of Azeroth."