King Varian is notoriously stubborn, and it is very difficult to convince him.
King Greymane cautiously tried:
"What the Horde leaders are discussing may have something to do with Garrosh."
Varian felt sleepy and yawned: "I don't want to hear the name Garrosh anymore. I have something to talk about tomorrow."
Greymane had no choice but to retire.
Late at night, the dock was quiet, with only patrolling guards passing by occasionally.
Suddenly, a strange vortex appeared in the sky, and Anduin, wrapped in golden holy light, fell from the sky.
Anduin landed on the ground unscathed, an alarm sounded at the dock camp, and a large group of guards surrounded him.
Seeing that it was a guard from Stormwind City, Anduin felt a chill in his heart. He wanted to use the Holy Light to teleport away, but found that the power of the Holy Light had left him.
Several orcs in the crowd sneered at Anduin.
Anduin, who holds the powerful Holy Light, has become a thorn in Varian's side.
Last time, MI7 used the three brothers from Lakeside Town to drive away Velen and Anduin, which gave Varian hope, so he hired a few orc guards and entertained them with good food and drinks without having to do anything.
Used against Anduin.
"Who is he?" Varian, wearing a nightgown, rushed over surrounded by a group of guards.
An officer reported: "His Majesty, this is Prince Anduin."
Hiding behind a few orcs, Varian looked at Anduin who was shaking nervously, waved his hands and said:
"Prince Anduin is staying well in Stormwind City. This is a liar who dares to pretend to be a prince. Come and capture him. I will interrogate him all night."
Several orcs stepped forward and subdued Anduin, and one orc held him under his arm and imprisoned him in the dungeon at the dock.
Anduin sat between the two strong orcs, the strong smell of sweat irritating his mind, his stomach churning, and almost nauseating.
Varian walked into the dungeon accompanied by his confidants, looked at Anduin's aggrieved expression, and asked:
"How do you rate orcs in your mind?"
Anduin immediately said: "Orcs are the best race in Azeroth. They are kind, brave, kind, smart, and clean."
Varian raised his eyebrows without any surprise: "You know, Anduin, if you tell too many lies, even you will believe it. There are no outsiders here. We, father and son, can tell the truth. In fact, you hate orcs very much.
Right?"
Anduin wanted to know what he was talking about, but the orc on the left raised his fist and punched Anduin in the face, interrupting what he was about to say.
"How does the orc fist taste?" Varian smiled happily: "I have already planned to feed you to the orc tomorrow morning to realize your dream, and then find a young man who looks exactly like you to replace you.
Prince Duin is just an identity, anyone can be you."
Anduin's face turned pale and he hesitated: "You can't kill me."
The orc on the right punched Anduin hard in the face.
Anduin understood something and said quickly: "Father, I know a major secret about Garrosh and the world of Draenor."
Varian smiled proudly. If Anduin wanted to survive, he had to exchange enough secrets.
In order to make Anduin spit out more things, Varian deliberately said:
"Velen said everything, and he also confessed that you colluded with Garrosh and conspired to destroy Azeroth, so I have a reason to execute you in public, but I just don't want to bring shame to the Wrynn family."
Anduin said anxiously: "Velen must not have said that ogres rule the Warsong tribe."
Varian was a little disappointed: "If this is all, tonight's conversation ends here."
"No, no, father, I know more than Velen." Anduin tried his best to persuade him to stay.
"Tell me about it."
Anduin said with difficulty:
"We found an orc next to a spring. His name is Gromi. He is an escape expert and a wanderer from the Warsong clan. I found a magic beacon on his body."
Varian smiled and said: "This is not surprising. I have long known that the ogres in the world of Draenor can do magic."
Anduin shook his head: "I didn't pay attention at first, but the next day I noticed something was wrong. Gromi's magic beacon came from Dalaran."
"Dalaran?" Varian thought to himself.
Afraid that Varian might not understand, Anduin tried his best to explain:
"Humanity's magic comes from the high elves of Silvermoon City. The magic beacon has been improved by Dalaran mages and has its own unique characteristics. Jaina showed me Dalaran's magic beacon when she was alive and explained it in detail.
There are some slight differences from the original version.”
This is extraordinary information. How could the magic of Dalaran exist in the world of Draenor thirty-five years ago?
"Does Velen know?" Varian asked.
Anduin shook his head: "Velen doesn't understand what's special about Dalaran's magic."
"This is interesting, but it is not the reason for your life." Varian said fiercely.
In order to survive, Anduin had to lie: "The bronze dragon Kairoz was worried that there were two Velen in the world of Draenor, which would cause unexpected consequences, so he refused Velen's participation, but I am different. I deeply admire Garru
With such trust, I rushed back to the world of Azeroth and cooperated with Garrosh to open the Dark Portal."
Varian said with a gloomy face: "Then I can't keep you."
Anduin sighed:
"Father, don't you understand yet? It is still unknown who will win between Garrosh's Iron Horde and Azeroth. Only if I survive can I give you a way out."
Varian thought carefully for a long time, and finally nodded, not executing Anduin for the time being.
On the headwind path near the Twilight Forest, Thrall looked at the towering Karazhan mage tower in front of him, feeling uneasy in his heart.
This is where he lived as a child, his first love, the person he hated the most, and those past days come to mind bit by bit.
All the good and bad memories are now gone.
Even in the most difficult times, Thrall was unwilling to ask Medivh for help.
The proud Medivh would never pity a loser, but the matter of Garrosh was beyond his control, and Thrall felt it was necessary to let Medivh know the details.
If Medivh's support can be obtained, Thrall's hope of survival will be greatly increased.
After stepping into the gate of Karazhan, Thrall saw Medivh in the library under the guidance of the butler.
Countless books were flying in the air, and the pages were turning rapidly. Medivh seemed to be immersed in the joy of reading.
Still nothing changed, Sal was secretly amused.
Thrall had long known that Medivh could not read the words on the page using this method. He was just pretending to look different.
Medivh waited carefully until late at night before turning around and looking at the hungry Thrall.
"Is something wrong?" Medivh asked.
Thrall cautiously took a step forward and said, "Dear Guardian, Garrosh escaped from the White Tiger Temple."
Thrall told in detail that Garrosh entered the Draenor space and time thirty-five years ago and plotted to create the Iron Horde.
Medivh's expression remained calm, as if he was listening to an irrelevant past event.
But Thrall read something different from the depths of Medivh's pupils, which was unwilling anger and jealousy.
Thrall made a very reasonable guess that Medivh was not involved in this shocking plan and was not in the game.
Medivh leaned on the desk with his elbows, clasped his hands together, thought quietly for a while, and whispered: