The enemy was inexplicably replaced by the Scourge Legion, which aroused discussion among the soldiers.
In a powerful world like Azeroth, the opinions of ordinary soldiers have no effect and no one will take them to heart. For the generals who lead the troops, this result is not bad.
Does it matter whether the enemy is the Orcs or the Scourge? Some of them need a good reputation, and some need glory and power. It doesn't matter who the enemy is.
As night fell, the king's dinner was held as scheduled, and all commanders were invited.
Stormwind Fortress has been tidied up again and looks almost brand new. A large number of flower petals have been sprinkled, and the air is filled with fresh breath. King Varian is in the upper seat, and the commanders from all walks of life are seated respectively.
A large amount of delicacies were served, and King Varian made a toast first, saying in a measured tone:
"Whenever the kingdom faces life and death, a real hero will inevitably appear. Stormwind City was suddenly invaded by the Scourge, and countless people were ruthlessly slaughtered. Fortunately, heroes from all walks of life fought bravely and drove away the evil Scourge.
Legion, I am here to thank you all for your generous help. Thank you for your hard work and letting us drink this glass of wine."
After taking a swig, King Varian said to Garrick:
"Marshal Garrick, at the most critical moment, it was you who raised troops in Elwynn Forest to deliver the edict to various places. You have made the greatest contribution. What reward do you want?"
Garrick stood up and said in a low voice:
"Your Majesty the King, I am just an ordinary soldier. I have fulfilled my responsibilities for the kingdom. I am old. Years of fighting have left countless hidden wounds on my body. Please allow me to be discharged and return to the fields to be an ordinary farmer.
."
Varian was taken aback and asked: "Marshal, the Scourge is raging and plotting to destroy Azeroth. It's time for Stormwind City to hire people. Why do you want to shirk it?"
Garrick smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Your Majesty, I know that my abilities are not enough to serve as a marshal. There are many talents in the Kingdom of Stormwind. Please accept my request."
Varian's expression changed slightly, and he didn't know how to answer. With an unhappy look on his face, he turned to look at Captain Grayson in the West Wilds: "General, the Kingdom of Stormwind needs an experienced admiral to rebuild its navy. General, please don't do it."
decline."
Captain Grayson stood up and said humbly: "Your Majesty the King, I am just a vulgar pirate and cannot be an admiral. I promised Marshal Gryan Stroman that once the matter in Stormwind City is over, I will return to
Wild West.”
Varian's expression was very ugly, and he was slightly angry:
"Would you rather be a captain in the Westfall People's Army than serve me, the greatest king?"
Captain Grayson bowed and saluted: "Please, His Majesty the King, grant my wish."
Marshal Garrick and Captain Grayson are the leaders of the coalition. They are not rewarded, which gives others hope.
Especially Bailey Grubb from Night Town, he was secretly happy. He was the next one in order, and he was the marshal of Stormwind City.
Unexpectedly, Varian seemed to be really angry. He put down his wine glass and walked out of the back door without saying a word. Everyone looked at each other, wondering what happened.
Varian entered the study. Medivh was talking to Thrall. Varian asked sincerely:
"Lord Guardian, both Garrick and Grayson are unwilling to accept the reward. Do we need to change our plan?"
Thrall just smiled contemptuously without saying a word. Medivh showed an expression of hatred for steel and reprimanded loudly:
"Varian, do you need me to teach you how to be a qualified king? The first thing a king must do is to eradicate all potential threats. They are trying to retreat. In fact, they want more. Don't be fooled by them.
deceived by lies.”
"No, no, that's not the case." Varian argued, "I feel their sincerity."
Medivh was so angry that his beard fluttered:
"Varian, you are so stupid. Maybe they are thinking of retiring now, but people will change. Once their subordinates are greedy for power and lift them to a superior position, they will not be able to help themselves.
The mission of the human king is to eradicate all elites and strangle them in the cradle, so that you can consolidate your power."
Varian was a little confused and asked:
"If we do this, there will definitely be no generals available in Stormwind City."
Sal stood up and said with a smile:
"Varian, let me teach you. Orcs have always respected strength. We have an underground arena in Orgrimmar. I particularly recommend the use of duels to resolve disputes. Life and death fights are staged in the arena every day. Do you know
What’s the deep meaning behind this?”
Varian shook his head in confusion.
Sal proudly explained:
"I send my confidants to keep an eye on the arena at all times and score the winners. Once there are powerful orcs who may threaten my position, I will send them to the battlefield where they will die and let them die. This way, my chief
The position is extremely stable.”
Varian suddenly realized that it was no wonder that most of the strongest monsters were the descendants of those heroes, and it was difficult for ordinary orc soldiers to produce outstanding generals.
It's not that it's hard for ordinary soldiers to become masters, but they are brutally killed as soon as they show up.
Medivh said coldly: "Varian, all the kings are doing similar things, even the night elves who claim to be independent from the world, for ten thousand years, an extremely long time, do you really believe it?
No night elf better than Malfurion and Tyrande was born?"
Varian was persuaded and bowed his head to accept the education sincerely, but still had a look of intolerance on his face.
Five hundred swordsmen and axemen were waiting in ambush in Stormwind Fortress. They just waited for the king to throw a cup as a signal, and then they immediately rushed out and chopped the commanders into pieces.
Medivh thought for a while and took out a small bottle filled with a transparent mysterious liquid.
"Okay, the plan can be changed slightly. It is not suitable to see blood in Stormwind Fortress tonight. This is the chaos potion. During the second round of toasts, mix it into the wine of those commanders. What will they become? Haha, even me
I don’t know, this will make you feel better."
Thrall came over, patted Varian on the shoulder and said:
"Varian, you have to remember that the king's betrayal of his subjects is not called betrayal, it can only be called a wise decision."
Walls have ears, and the conversation between the three of them happened to be overheard by a patrolling guard.
This guard happened to be a good friend of Garrick. He was shocked when he heard this. He hurried to the banquet hall and called Garrick secretly.
Garrick learned of Varian's plot and escaped from Stormwind Keep alone without having time to inform everyone.
Not long after this, Garrick Padfoot once again became a wanted criminal in the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Varian returned to the banquet hall and promised everyone various rewards with a sincere face. Bailey Grubb got his wish and became the marshal of Stormwind City.
In the second round of toasts, the commanders drank the wine they had collected for a long time with great satisfaction. As soon as the fragrant wine entered their stomachs, the commanders felt dizzy.
Captain Grayson gritted his teeth and looked at Varian angrily. All the flesh and blood fell off his body, his bones were shattered, and he became a transparent dead soul.
Bailey Grubb held his head in pain, and with a burst of flesh and blood, he turned into a huge wild boar.