King Varian was half lying on the throne, with his broken right leg hanging in a thick bandage like a white flag. His whole body was wrapped like a mummy, with only his left eye exposed.
Under the throne, the prophet Velen sighed. His heart was as hard as Velen, and he couldn't help showing sympathy.
You know, when countless draenei were massacred by orcs, Velen didn't blink an eye, he was still chatting and laughing with the spring breeze blowing on his face.
"Prophet Velen, you have worked hard." King Varian thanked him sincerely.
"This is what I should do, Your Majesty the King." Velen said respectfully.
"I'll leave that traitor to you!" King Varian accidentally touched the wound and couldn't help crying out in pain.
After Anduin returned from Pandaria, he used the Dove of Peace to force King Varian to marry him, in an attempt to give the Kingdom of Stormwind to his idol Garrosh.
"Humans are a bunch of trash, and the food for the orcs is not good enough. As the noble Wrynn royal family, we should take the lead in killing humans and make hard meat jerky and send it to Orgrimmar to express our loyalty. Only the orcs have it."
If you are qualified to unify Azeroth, all humans must die."
Varian was so angry that he almost fainted, regretting not educating Anduin well.
From a very young age, Anduin was surrounded by members of the Dove of Peace, including some palace mentors, who constantly instilled in him the theory of orc excellence. In addition, Anduin was particularly influenced by Jaina, and Anduin had buried the secrets of the orcs since he was a child.
I worship the orcs so much that I want to kneel down and kiss the orcs’ toes.
Now that Garrosh has merged with the Dark Heart of Y'Shaar, he calls himself the strongest man in Azeroth. Anduin believes it and becomes a fanatical supporter of Garrosh.
Of course, this is an immature stage that most teenagers need to go through, and it can also be called a rebellious stage.
The mistake was that the immature Anduin had the powerful support of the Dove of Peace and mastered the unparalleled power of the Holy Light.
Anduin became even more unscrupulous and acted recklessly, showing a face even more ferocious than a demon, and tortured King Varian in every possible way.
Varian didn't know how much pain he suffered. What was terrible was that after the torture, Anduin personally healed him.
This caused Varian's body to gradually reject the Holy Light, and the Holy Light's therapeutic effect became increasingly poor.
The prophet Velen came to stop Anduin in the name of Thrall. Although he successfully subdued Anduin and used Thrall's order to make the Dove of Peace abandon Anduin and switch allegiance to Velen, but
But he couldn't use the Holy Light to heal Varian.
"Your Majesty the King, Anduin is still a child. Although he has made mistakes, he should not give up." Prophet Velen reflected on himself: "Although I served as Anduin's teacher for a while, I failed to educate him well. This is my fault.
It's a mistake, let me correct it."
Varian was very irritated: "I believe you, Prophet Velen, you can discipline him however you want, even if you kill him."
Prophet Velen bowed slightly: "Your Majesty the King, Warchief Garrosh conspired to destroy Azeroth. The savior Thrall called on the Alliance and the Horde to unite to fight against the evil Garrosh. What does Your Majesty the King think?"
"Whatever happens, it's up to you." Varian said almost desperately.
Prophet Velen smiled and said goodbye.
In the Stormwind City Prison, Anduin's hands and feet were nailed to wooden boards. The long nails were equipped with powerful shadow power, which was constantly fighting against the power of holy light in Anduin's body. The two completely opposite forces burned and worsened.
In his pain, Anduin had a ball of rags stuffed in his mouth and couldn't even scream.
Prophet Velen entered the prison, ordered everyone to get out, looked at Anduin with a smile, and took out the rag from his mouth.
Anduin cried bitterly and begged: "Prophet Velen, I was wrong, please let me go."
Prophet Velen stared at Anduin maliciously: "Anduin, the Holy Light has given instructions. You have used the forbidden Holy Light spell. No one here can help you."
Anduin was so frightened that he begged again: "Teacher, you know I was wronged."
"Who knows, I only carry out the orders of the Holy Light."
Prophet Velen showed a ferocious smile and his face was ferocious.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I've thought of a good way."
In everyone's impression, Prophet Velen is kind, wise, and a benevolent wise man.
But being able to sit back and watch his people being slaughtered by orcs without any reaction, and then never thinking about revenge, shows his character.
Anduin looked frightened, having a premonition that something bad was going to happen.
Velen looked like a demon: "You tortured Varian and gave me an idea. I will pick off your flesh piece by piece and eat it, and then use the holy light to heal your wounds. Repeat this a hundred times. Different from Varian.
The thing is, you are the favored one of the Holy Light, and doing this will only make the Holy Light in your body more powerful, but you will become a puppet of the Holy Light just like me."
"No, no, you can't do this," Anduin screamed.
Velen stared at Anduin's childish face: "What makes you think this way? I am an Eredar from the planet Argus, who is famous for his ferocity."
Unbridled laughter echoed in the prison of Stormwind City.
In the Battle of Everspring Terrace, Kor'kron's army suffered heavy losses, and Garrosh was extremely upset.
Like Thrall, he executed all the deserters, but Garrosh's mood failed to improve. For dinner that night, Garrosh ate ten pandaren, fifteen buffalo men, twenty tauren, thirty hozens, and five
Ten Jinyu people were still not full.
You know, the chief's taste is getting more and more sophisticated, and he will never take a second bite of each dish.
"I feel very unhappy when I think that Thrall is still alive and kicking." Garrosh roared angrily.
The generals headed by General Nazgrim were silent and did not dare to breathe. Garrosh looked at the generals angrily.
"At such a critical moment, can't anyone help me with advice?"
The chief was furious. If he was not satisfied, he might be killed. No one dared to say a word.
After a long while, an orc sitting at the bottom raised his hand carefully.
When Garrosh saw this, he felt like he was holding a ball of fire in his heart: "Etrigg, tell me."
As Thrall's life advisor, Eitrigg is now in Garrosh's tent, and Eitrigg is in a very bad situation.
He knew that wealth and wealth can be found in danger, and if he could come up with a strategy that satisfied Garrosh, it would be entirely possible for him to achieve success in one fell swoop.
"Warchief, I have received information that Prophet Velen is in the Kingdom of Stormwind, encouraging Varian to support Thrall."
Garrosh smiled ferociously and said: "Humans are just food. I have never taken them seriously."
Thinking about the tragic failure of the siege of Niuzao Temple, Garrosh was so heartbroken that he almost couldn't help but kill Eitrigg directly.
"If you have any suggestions, please tell me." Garrosh suppressed his anger.
Eitrigg whispered: "Velen serves Thrall because Velen is afraid of the orcs, and Thrall personally threatened him."
Garrosh was reminded and nodded: "We did not threaten Velen, so he took refuge in Thrall. It seems that he was kind to the draenei, but it was a mistake."
Eitrigg looked gloomy and said:
"Warchief, the Draenei have long been frightened by the orcs. Give me an army. It only costs five hundred. If we attack the Exodar, Velen will become the warchief's slave."