Varian's ears kept ringing with whispers, which were the red dragon queen's unremitting ridicule:
"I have warned you a long time ago. If you rescue Thrall, you will only be torn into pieces and eaten by him. Why don't you listen to my advice? Do you really want to be Thrall's food?"
Just as the Red Dragon Queen said, Varian is suffering the pain of being torn apart.
He was lying naked on the dining table, his hands and feet were nailed with long nails, and the orc chef holding a silver hammer was breaking his flesh and bones bit by bit, and then steamed them in boiling water.
Bang, bang!
Before long, his limbs had turned into broken bones and rotten flesh in the pot, floating in the boiling water.
On both sides of the dining table, the beaming Thrall couple, the three cunning dragon kings, the weak Kalecgos and others were chatting and laughing.
The attendants brought delicious sauces, and the dragon kings picked up Varian's meat, dipped it in the sauce, and put it into their mouths, nodding in praise.
Jaina's face was livid, she said nothing and bit Varian's flesh hard.
Pain, humiliation.
Varian was so angry that he just wanted to yell, but he couldn't make a sound.
Sal, who had narrowly escaped death, was elated, holding up his wine glass and said:
"Everyone, thank you for attending my wedding. I want to announce something big. I will launch a catastrophe in Azeroth. The world will tremble because of my torture, and the miserable kingdom will collapse in my anger. In the end, the entire Azeroth will be destroyed.
Xerath will be destroyed and everything will be reduced to ashes."
"For Azeroth." Kalecgos shouted at an inappropriate time, causing everyone to look at him and lower their heads in embarrassment.
The three dragon kings are all smart people, and they attended Thrall's wedding just to cope. However, when Archimonde briefly returned from the world of death, the dragon kings realized that the power behind Thrall was very terrifying, and destroying Azeroth was not
Just say it briefly.
Thrall was kidnapped by Fandral Staghelm. This was a perfect opportunity to find out what was hidden behind Thrall.
So the dragon kings chose to watch.
Unexpectedly, Jaina and Varian stood up and worked hard to rescue Thrall, ruining the Dragon Kings' affairs.
Taking away Jaina's credit and putting Varian on the table to eat is their punishment, making them pay for their actions.
The Red Dragon Queen had a fake smile on her face and asked deliberately: "The four elemental lords of Azeroth have a longer history than our dragon clan. I wonder if the savior is sure?"
Thrall smiled slightly and said confidently: "As long as my cataclysm is completed, the elemental lord will become my slave, but before that, I need to do one thing."
Pointing at Varian on the dining table, Thrall said with a ferocious expression:
"I want to wipe out the entire alliance and eat all humans. The evil humans should have been destroyed long ago. I think the three dragon kings should support my actions."
The green dragon Ysera said calmly: "Humans are just a bunch of cowards, and Varian is even more of a fool. It's easy to destroy them, but the Scourge is just looking at them. Duke Bolvar is now the new Lich King, in charge of countless undead."
, he will never sit idly by and ignore it.”
When the Scourge was mentioned, Thrall's worry flashed across his face. The three dragon kings quickly captured this information and deduced that the forces behind Thrall were very afraid of the Scourge, and at best they were evenly matched.
Bronze Dragon King Nozdormu tried again:
"Savior Thrall, Garrosh is now the warchief of the tribe. He is an incompetent coward who never dares to declare war on the Alliance and is not qualified to lead the tribe. My opinion is to expel Garrosh or let you serve as the warchief.
As long as you agree, we will definitely help you drive away Garrosh."
Thrall took a breath of cold air, looked embarrassed, and said tactfully: "Garrosh is nothing to worry about. All my energy is focused on the Cataclysm, so I will temporarily let him serve as the warchief."
The three dragon kings looked at each other. As long as any dragon king came forward, they could help Thrall regain the position of chief, but Thrall actually refused this offer.
This proves that there are people behind Garrosh, or they are the same force as Thrall's supporters.
The dragon kings had long received the news that Thrall had plotted against Garrosh in Mount Hyjal. Although he had captured his bride Agna, Garrosh accidentally escaped.
The teleportation magic used by Garrosh is definitely not owned by Azeroth.
Sal lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said loudly:
"My plan is to destroy the Alliance, and then with the help of Sylvanas, turn all the Alliance into Forgotten Ones. I will serve as the leader of the Alliance and complete the Cataclysm. In order to prevent the Scourge from intervening, I finally
The good thing is that the Alliance has voluntarily become the Forsaken."
No living person wants to become a dead person. Kalecgos rolled his eyes and pointed at Varian whose limbs were eaten on the dining table: "Does the savior want to use Varian?"
Sal chuckled and nodded:
"Stormwind City's king inheritance system is the weakness of mankind. As long as Varian gives an order, hundreds of thousands of humans in Stormwind City and Elwynn Forest will definitely respond positively, actively become forgotten, and gradually erode the rest of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
land, the entire alliance will fall into my hands."
Varian was scared out of his mind. Thrall's plan was simply too terrible. He deeply regretted that he should not have rescued Thrall.
The Red Dragon Queen smiled and said: "The best way to control Varian is to transform him into a Forsaken. This is not a clever spell. I can try it too."
Thrall looked ferocious and sneered: "Very good. Before that, let's taste the flesh and blood of the human king. This is the most rare delicacy in Azeroth."
boom!
The world suddenly changed, and Varian's body was intact, wearing a suit of golden armor.
In front of you is a beautiful palace, with long steps, silver-white spires, and hollow patterns that are exquisite and complicated, very much like the architectural style of the high elves ten thousand years ago.
This palace floated quietly in the clouds, with Mount Hyjal and the ruins of Nordrassil below. Varian frowned slightly. Could it be that everything just now was a dream.
A voice reached Varian's ears.
"Dreams and reality go on at the same time, like two parallel lines, but at some point, the parallel lines will cross, which requires the help of the power of the Emerald Dream."
The Emerald Dream!
Varian was startled as the voice continued to sound.
"Embrace the dream! King of mankind, it can save you."
Varian hesitated for a moment, then climbed up the long stairs. The door of the palace opened quietly. The huge palace was blurry and unreal, and seemed to be shrouded in mist.
There was only a mirror standing in front of Varian, and Thrall's wedding banquet appeared in the mirror. Varian saw himself lying on the dining table with no limbs, moaning feebly.
The voice sounded again:
"King Varian, you are in a dream. In the mirror is you who is miserable in reality. I, who is in charge of dreams, can exchange dreams with reality. Dreams become reality and reality becomes dreams. You can escape this terrible fate.