The angel looked at Varian in surprise: "How do you say this?"
Varian was in high spirits and spoke righteously:
"This world has terrifying ancient gods, aloof Titan guardians, arrogant night elves, cruel trolls, and evil Qiraji. Although the Lich King has been killed, there are still many remnants of natural disasters.
, they all deserve to die, when the green-haired kobolds are everywhere, all living creatures will become food and be swept away."
The divine envoy frowned and asked, "What about us? Are we going to hide in Dalaran forever?"
Varian looked solemn and said:
"Have you forgotten the Dark Portal? As long as we escape to the Outland and temporarily close the Dark Portal, it won't be long before the green-haired kobolds all over the world will become extinct due to elemental depletion. By then, when we return from the Outland,
What will be left to us will be fertile land and clear oceans. As long as life is re-seeded, Azeroth will enter a new era."
"this!"
The divine envoy was persuaded. If it really comes true, then all the troubles in Azeroth will be solved, and the death of ordinary people and the destruction of thousands of creatures will be nothing at all.
Thrall on the side was overjoyed after hearing this: "It's very good. If it comes true, only our noble orcs will be left in Azeroth."
The divine envoy glared at Thrall fiercely, remained silent for a long time, nodded and said: "This is the only thing we can do now. Everything we do is to save Azeroth."
Everyone was half-convinced by Varian's words. For example, could the green-haired kobold really destroy itself? Many people expressed doubts.
Everyone agrees on the only way to escape to the outside world.
Sylvanas interjected: "This matter must be kept secret. If it is leaked, a large number of people will flock to the outside world and it will be messy and unseemly, which will inevitably cause more troubles."
Jaina sneered and said: "Yes, it only takes a few of us to know about this matter. It doesn't take many people to sow life in the future."
The leaders all agreed. Fording frowned: "Varian, I don't believe you. What if the kobolds don't die? I need to get enough compensation."
Thrall chewed on Luo Ning's arm and said with a ferocious expression:
"Varian, the Kingdom of Stormwind is going to be eaten by the green-haired kobolds anyway, so why not let them become the orcs' military rations and make them into hard meat jerky. I hope I can eat them for ten thousand years."
Sylvanas also nodded: "The flesh and blood belong to the orcs, and the soul and bones belong to us, the Forsaken."
Varian said indifferently: "No problem, just plunder, I will fully cooperate."
In Stormwind City, a heated debate is taking place in the square of the Canal District.
The topics of the debate are Thrall the Savior, Fordring, the leader of the Silver Crusade, and which one is greater, the great King Varian.
The people of Stormwind City have long been accustomed to such projects, which are just disguised praises for the greatness of their leaders.
In the end, there will be no conclusion, we can only remain vague. The three of them are equally great.
But it still attracted a lot of people, and the square was packed with people.
On the high podium, a noble young man made an impassioned speech:
"The great King Varian ascended the throne of the king at a time of crisis. At that time, the shadow of the Black Dragon Princess shrouded the Kingdom of Stormwind, and the people lived in dire straits. It was King Varian who killed the Black Dragon Princess, and the people of Stormwind City
The people were saved."
A noble girl responded tit-for-tat: "The other debater is right, but don't forget, if Thrall, the savior, had not torn Archimonde apart at Mount Hyjal and saved the world, Stormwind City would have been destroyed long ago."
Another young man with a gloomy face said:
"You are all wrong. Before the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Lich King Arthas had risen and conspired to destroy the world. It was the Silver Crusade led by Fording who fought unyieldingly against the Lich King and crushed it time and time again.
The Lich King's Conspiracy."
The three debaters were equally matched, listing various fictitious examples, praising the greatness of the three, and talking about the wonderful points, which aroused waves of cheers.
A group of soldiers lined up neatly and passed near the square. They were the guards of Stormwind City. It was said that they had received orders from King Varian to enter the North County Monastery to eliminate the kobolds.
It was said that there were very few kobolds in the North County Abbey, but the entire Stormwind City Guards had to be mobilized to eliminate them. Only Varian's trusted Guards Corps remained, which caused whispers.
But this matter was soon ignored, and everyone was attracted by the heated debate.
When the debate was at its most intense, a group of green-skinned orcs suddenly rushed out of the alley, led by the savior Thrall, wielding a battle ax to kill the people in the square.
No one had any idea what was going on. The square soon became a river of blood, corpses were strewn across the field, and the people were wailing and running away.
Thrall rushed to the podium, grabbed the noble young man who was singing Thrall's praises, bit his neck off, and ate it.
The orcs entered Stormwind City and carried out a brutal massacre, and the news quickly spread throughout Stormwind City.
"Run away quickly, Thrall, the savior, led the orcs into Stormwind City."
"Impossible, you are slandering the great savior, and your heart is worth killing."
Many people didn't believe this was true, and they still refused to believe it until their heads were cut off.
The people began to flee. There was news that the orcs had landed from the port. A large group of people rushed to the city gate. Unexpectedly, Fording and the Silver Northern Expedition were already waiting here.
Fording held the Ashbringer high and said loudly: "The warriors of the Silver Crusade and the people of Stormwind City have been infected by the plague of the Scourge. Kill them all for the sake of Azeroth."
"For Azeroth, for the great Fordring."
The Silver Northern Expeditionary Army's blood was boiling, and like tigers descending from the mountain, they pounced on this group of innocent people. The gate of Stormwind City was soon stained red with blood.
"Fording is blocking the entrance to Stormwind City and massacring them. Run away."
"Impossible. Fordring is so great. He devoted himself to saving Azeroth and died. He would never do such an evil thing. You are lying."
Even on the run, such arguments continued to occur.
The people had no choice but to flee in the direction of Storm Barrier, hoping that King Varian could provide shelter.
However, the people were soon disappointed. Varian led the Guards Corps to rush out of Storm Barrier and massacre the unarmed people.
This massacre lasted for three days and three nights. Except for a few big nobles, almost all the people of Stormwind City fell into a pool of blood. The orcs collected the corpses and made them into hard dried meat.
The Guards Corps and the Silver Northern Expedition are plundering wealth and collecting all the food they can find. No one knows how long they will have to wait in the outside world. The more prepared they are, the better.
Only a few people escaped from Stormwind City and fled to Elwynn Forest. When the massacre was mentioned, they all became angry and said viciously:
"It was the Scourge that destroyed Stormwind City. The savior Thrall, the great Tirion Fordring, and King Varian are all fighting unyieldingly against the Scourge."
As the saying goes, disaster comes from the mouth.
In troubled times, only the wise can survive to the end.
Some people saw through the mystery and quietly fled to the western wilderness. They completely suppressed the experience in their hearts and never dared to tell the truth.