"What is the Shadow of Argus?" asked the Eternal Dragon King Munozdo.
Robbie gave him a strange look!
Munozido defended: "Don't think that I can know everything because I am the eternal dragon king who controls time. The future world is dark and unclear. There are countless timelines in front of me. I don't know how to choose one."
Robbie explained in a low voice: "At a certain time in the future, someone used an artifact to pull the planet Argus into the low-Earth orbit of Azeroth, which can be seen from Orgrimmar and Stormwind City.
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Munoz showed a look of surprise, his eyes were confused, and he murmured:
"Planet Argus, the base camp of the Burning Legion. Oh my God, how is this possible? I want to find out this timeline. It's strange. Why does it feel weird?"
Robbie shrugged and said: "In fact, this is impossible. A planet approaching Azeroth will definitely bring huge shocks to Azeroth, and all living creatures may be destroyed."
"So it's a lie," Vanessa interjected.
Robbie nodded: "The answer lies in the Shadow of Argus. In fact, what the Burning Legion sent was just a shadow without any weight, an illusion. It has the same purpose as the Shadow of Heaven: to fight against each other until the blood is gone.
But the Shadow of Argus plan probably failed, and the Shadow Kingdom later joined in."
Munoz sighed, as if giving up: "The timeline is getting more and more complicated, and truth and lies are intertwined. Even Aman'Thul has a hard time figuring it out."
"It's better to wait and see what happens." Robbie whispered.
Garrosh, who fell to the ground, looked around carefully. It was a bad feeling to have his fate in someone else's hands.
How to deal with Garrosh, the leaders of the Alliance and the Horde did not dare to make independent decisions, and were caught in a dilemma.
Obviously, everyone wants Garrosh to die, but they are afraid of offending the moon god Elune.
If Garrosh is declared innocent in this way, then the reason for the invasion of Orgrimmar will be lost, and it will turn from a just act into an evil invasion. This is also unacceptable.
Garrosh must be guilty, but he cannot die, or even be imprisoned, which is difficult to deal with.
Sylvanas scratched her head in distress and looked at King Varian aside.
Varian lowered his head and thought about something, but the dwarf Emera snorted coldly and expressed her opinion:
"Garrosh can avoid death, but cannot escape punishment alive."
Baine immediately retorted: "No, no, Garrosh committed an unforgivable war crime and killed countless tauren. If he does not die, there will be no justice."
Vol'jin then said: "Whether Garrosh survives or not, he is no longer qualified to be the warchief."
Tyrande suggested: "It would be better to lock up Garrosh, at least for ten thousand years."
"No!" Sylvanas retorted loudly: "You have all seen that Garrosh is related to the future of Azeroth."
Things became subtle. Everyone debated for a long time, but could not come to a conclusion. How to deal with Garrosh has become a hot potato.
Varian, who had been silent all this time, suddenly raised his head and said, "There is a person who is qualified to punish Garrosh."
Sylvanas immediately saw hope and stared at Varian with bright eyes.
A group of Alliance soldiers walked into the throne room, surrounded by a pandaren.
It was Zhu Taran.
"Let me go, you savage humans." Zhu Talan muttered dissatisfied.
A few days ago, Taran Zhu escaped from Garrosh. At that time, Pandaria had been occupied by the orcs. Taran Zhu had nowhere to hide and could not return to the Shadow Trace Monastery, so he took a boat into the Kingdom of Stormwind to seek shelter, but was unexpectedly destroyed.
King Li'an ordered him to be placed under secret house arrest. Apart from losing his freedom, he was given good food and drinks, which did not embarrass him at all.
Now, this Pandaren can finally be put to use.
Varian said loudly: "Garrosh's cruelty has brought disaster to everyone, especially the people of Pandaria. Let him accept the punishment of the land of Pandaria."
Zhu Taran wanted to tell me what it had to do with me, but when she saw Varian's threatening gaze, she could only lower her head and remain silent.
The leaders of the Alliance and the Horde began to discuss that it would be best if Pandaria tried Garrosh. Whether Garrosh was dead or alive, the Alliance and the Horde could escape their involvement.
So, the leaders nodded one after another.
Varian looked around and said with a smile: "There is no doubt that this is the most fair trial."
At this point, all we could do was follow Varian's suggestion. Even Thrall, who wanted to execute Garrosh, nodded in support.
Seeing that the time was ripe, Vol'jin stood up and said: "The tribe needs a real chief at this moment."
Sal immediately said:
"Yes, I was the one who allowed the tribe to regroup at this critical moment. It was I who defended the dignity and glory of the tribe. It was I who made Garrosh pay the price for his crimes."
"Thall!" Vol'jin glared.
Thrall gritted his teeth and did not forget the deal with the divine envoy. He pointed at Vol'jin and said:
"Wo'jin, although you have done nothing and are hiding aside like a kobold waiting to pick the fruits of victory. You are humble, timid, cowardly, and incompetent, but I still want to say that if you are the leader, I am willing to serve."
"You, you." Wojin was so angry that he couldn't speak, and laughed at himself: "I am so virtuous and capable."
Sylvanas smiled happily. A warchief with no power and no reputation was almost a puppet, which was exactly what Sylvanas wanted.
With a secret wink, the blood elf leader Lor'themar Theron understood this and bowed to Vol'jin.
Upon seeing this, Baine knelt on the ground and pledged his allegiance to Vol'jin. Goblin trade king Gallywix took off his hat and paid tribute. Sylvanas expressed her final stance and nodded.
Although he was a little unhappy, Vol'jin finally got what he wanted, and continued: "But I will dedicate everything to the tribe."
Seeing Vol'jin become warchief, Varian was secretly happy.
The Darkspear trolls rank last among the tribes, far inferior to the orcs, the Forsaken, and the blood elves. Without the support of strength, it would be difficult for Vol'jin to gain a foothold.
Such a tribe was almost in disarray. Varian saw the opportunity, walked over with his sword, and shouted:
"Bring your chief out."
The leaders of the tribes stepped aside, revealing Wo'jin's lonely figure.
Vol'jin suddenly felt helpless and could only whisper: "The tribe listens to your voice."
Varian secretly looked at Sylvanas, who blinked, meaning you can do whatever you want.
Varian said coldly: "Very well, the crimes of the tribe are so heinous that they are too numerous to describe, but some of you are also fighting to the death against Garrosh. I don't want more people to bleed in vain. Vol'jin, remember, if your tribe
Break your promise and repeat Garrosh's mistakes, and the Alliance will be the first to eliminate you."
Sylvanas came to Varian and chuckled: "You scared the kids.".
Then he said loudly: "I am Sylvanas Windrunner, the Dark Queen of the Undercity. I hereby assure you that Vol'jin will never become Garrosh, otherwise I will be the first to take off his head."
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The leaders of the Alliance and Horde nodded in approval.
Vol'jin secretly sighed. The cooperation between Varian and Sylvanas was so perfect. This was tantamount to confirming that Vol'jin could not be as powerful as Garrosh.