Although Velen is the leader of the draenei, he relies too much on the prophecies of the Holy Light and is far less clear-eyed than Maraad at the overall and strategic level.
Weilun's expression was very surprised, and he deliberately said harshly:
"Impossible, you have to believe in Thrall and Vol'jin, especially the savior Thrall. He is so kind and kind. I have never seen such a noble creature, more noble and pure than the spotless Naaru. I believe
He is the star soul of Azeroth, and as long as Thrall is around, the Horde will never do such a thing."
Maraad did not argue with Velen about Thrall's good and evil: "But King Varian will not trust the orcs, and a qualified king will not place the country's safety on the kindness of his enemies."
Viren thought for a while: "I don't think Varian is very smart."
"But there are many resourceful counselors around Varian." Maraad calmly analyzed: "As long as the truth is explained, King Varian will not be able to do anything unless his head is stepped on by a hundred kodo beasts.
Doing such stupid things."
Viren was very unhappy and said:
"Maraad, remember, the draenei also have hooves. Now go to Stormwind City, step on Varian's head hard, and let him dig a cemetery for the Kingdom of Stormwind."
"What good will it do to us if the Alliance fails?" Maraad asked.
Velen said nonchalantly: "In the worst case, we will join the tribe and become food for the orcs."
Maraad sighed: "Okay, I understand. It's up to me to deceive Varian, a fool, and let him sound the death knell for the Kingdom of Stormwind."
Vindicator Maraad came to visit. Although Varian hated Velen from the bottom of his heart, the draenei were allies after all, and Varian was unhappy to entertain Maraad.
"King Varian, a disaster is coming to Stormwind City." Maraad sounded alarmist as soon as he came up.
Varian waved his hand impatiently: "The Draenei are short of food again? I'm sorry, the Kingdom of Stormwind has a poor harvest this year and cannot produce any extra food."
"No, Your Majesty the King, I mean the Cursed Place, the Dark Portal."
Varian said seriously, "The Dark Portal is very safe."
Marla said loudly: "The Horde is ready to move. If we join forces with Garrosh's Iron Horde, where will the Alliance go?"
Varian was surprised at first, but then shook his head and said stubbornly: "The Horde will not do this."
Maraad said cautiously:
"If the Alliance refuses to join forces with the Horde, in order to preserve its strength, the Horde will inevitably join forces with Garrosh's Iron Horde. Your Majesty, you should know very well that the Horde alone cannot fight Garrosh, although Thrall and Vol'jin both hate Garrosh.
What, but they are more afraid of death."
Varian lowered his head and thought, feeling a little confused: "As long as we defend the Cursed Land, or simply destroy the Dark Portal, the Iron Horde will not be able to get through."
Maraad shook his head: "Actually, the Iron Horde has another choice, a weak space that has been attacked by the Focusing Iris."
"You mean Theramore?" Varian looked gloomy: "Damn it, this stupid woman Jaina is still here. Even if she dies, she will still serve the Horde."
After thinking for a long time, Varian still insisted: "I don't believe that the Horde will cooperate with Garrosh to open the Dark Portal."
Maraad sighed:
"Your Majesty the King, as a Draenei, I can understand the tribe. The tribe is deeply influenced by the orc culture and has no sense of belonging to Azeroth. For the tribes that grow barbarically, the world of Draenor is more suitable for them.
In a semi-destroyed state, even though Thrall loves his homeland, he is unwilling to go back and suffer hardship.
"It's different now. A brand new Draenor is in front of us. It has the earthy smell of his hometown. As long as Garrosh is defeated, Thrall will be the king of Draenor. Having said this, His Majesty the King should be able to understand. Thrall
I am very willing to cooperate with the Iron Tribe to open the Dark Portal, which is like going home."
Varian was deeply touched, and after a while he murmured:
"MI7 sent intelligence earlier. The leaders of the tribe are active frequently, which seems to be related to the Dark Portal. I understand what you said."
Maraad took a step forward: "So there is only one way before the Alliance. Cooperate with the tribe to open the Dark Portal and join forces to eliminate Garrosh's Iron Horde. If everything goes well, Thrall will lead the orcs and even the entire tribe into Germany.
Rano, from now on the Alliance and the Horde occupy two worlds respectively, and peace will truly come."
Varian was convinced and kept nodding, when suddenly a discordant voice came:
"It's ridiculous. Your Majesty the King, don't listen to this Draani's nonsense. If you really believe his lies, Stormwind City will be in real trouble."
Maraad turned around angrily and found a young guard.
"Who are you? You have no place to speak here."
The guard said: "I am Major Samuelson. I am responsible for the safety of His Majesty the King, so that those who harm and deceive the King will be punished."
Maraad took a few steps forward, suddenly took off the Hammer of the Naaru, squinted his eyes and said:
"I smell something unusual. It turns out that you are an evil Faceless One."
Samuelson didn't care and just smiled lightly. Varian also acted very calmly.
Maraad was a little confused and said loudly: "Your Majesty the King, I can prove that he is the Faceless One. Under the holy light, no evil can escape."
Varian smiled easily: "There is no difference between good and evil in power. It is only the person who uses the power who is wrong. Major Samuelson is loyal to me. The last time Storm Barrier broke into an uneducated old guy, Samuel
Mori blamed himself for not being able to protect me, so he deliberately became infected with the power of the Faceless Men."
The old guy was the prophet Velen, and Maraad secretly realized that something was wrong.
Varian continued: "Samuelson, tell me your reasons."
Samuelson said solemnly: "Your Majesty the King, how cunning and insidious Woking and Thrall are. What if they really open the Dark Portal and don't contribute? Or they can cause trouble. The Dark Portal is very close to Night Town, and then there is Ai
Irvine Forest, once the Iron Horde invades Azeroth, we will have to go through the crisis of Stormwind City's destruction again."
Varian fell into thought again.
All this was as Maraad expected, and he asked with a smile:
"Yes, young man, what you said makes sense. We cannot place our hopes on the mercy of Vol'jin and Thrall, but these conflicts are not insurmountable. For example, we can bring out a person with high moral character and high esteem to restrain the alliance and the tribe.
Behavior, all problems can be easily solved."
Samuelson asked strangely: "Does such a person exist? You don't mean the savior Thrall, do you?"
Maraad faced Varian directly and said:
"What Thrall fears most is the guardian Medivh. Medivh's disciple Khadgar is willing to participate. Your Majesty, why are you worried?"
Samuelson also took a step forward:
"Your Majesty the King, we all know the relationship between Thrall and Medivh. When Stormwind City was captured by the orcs, Garona, the murderer of King Ryan, is still at large. I think everyone knows the reason."
Garona was Medivh's lover. It is said that the two had a son, the famous Med'an.
Varian wavered again: "Samuelson, what do you think we should do?"
Samuelson said solemnly: "While Orgrimmar is empty, start a war with the tribe and solve the tribe once and for all."