Now, the Horde has just experienced the Garrosh Rebellion, and the position of warchief has fallen into the hands of Vol'jin, and is in an unprecedented weak state.
Especially among the orcs, the situation is even worse.
Garrosh left Draenor, Thrall was ostracized by Vol'jin, and it was difficult to enter Orgrimmar. The only orc with the highest status was King Saurfang.
It is a pity that both when Thrall was in power and when Garrosh Iron Horde was in power, they were all very afraid of Saurfang. They reduced his wings, secretly suppressed him, and deprived him of his real power. This resulted in King Saurfang having great prestige in the military.
Gao, but unfortunately his foundation is too shallow and not many generals are willing to support him.
Even Eitrigg can overwhelm Saurfang and kill him at any time.
Unfortunately, neither Saurfang nor Eitrigg could borrow troops from the Cave of Time, and the orcs lost their greatest advantage.
There is no doubt that this is the best time to eliminate the tribe.
Varian was moved by Samuelson's suggestion.
But then Varian's brows darkened, and a heroic woman appeared in his mind.
After all, Samuelson was a close servant and was good at figuring out the king's thoughts, so he whispered:
"Your Majesty the King, please don't worry. We will destroy Orgrimmar with the power of thunder and capture Vol'jin. The Forsaken and Blood Elves are just facilitators. Especially Sylvanas will never fight the Alliance alone. I
Guess she'll be part of the league soon."
Varian's eyes suddenly lit up and he became very interested. If he could take Sylvanas' Forsaken under his command, wouldn't it be a fulfillment of his dream?
Although Sylvanas is an undead body, it is not irreversible. Varian has long heard that Tirion Fordring has succeeded.
Maraad watched quietly from the side with a sneer on his face. Samuelson seemed to have the upper hand, but he failed to grasp the key elements of the negotiation.
Varian deliberately left Maraad aside, cordially greeted Samuelson to his side, and said with a smile on his face:
"This matter has great potential. If the Horde can be eradicated, Azeroth will truly win peace. But Medivh in Karazhan..."
As we all know, Medivh spared no effort to support the orcs, and he probably would not allow the Alliance to send troops to destroy the orcs.
Samuelson glanced at Maraad and said without hesitation:
"Someone saw Kel'Thuzad in Northrend recently and heard that he has a close relationship with Duke Bolvar."
Varian suddenly turned from worry to joy. Duke Bolvar's loyalty to Varian need not be questioned. Even if he became the Lich King, he would still secretly communicate with Stormwind City. Duke Bolvar personally promised that if Stormwind City encounters a crisis,
The Scourge is ready to provide reinforcements at any time.
Shemediwen seeks refuge from the Scourge, and Stormwind City has no worries.
Varian slapped the table and said with excitement:
"Okay, let's do it this way. Without the constraints of the tribe, we no longer have to worry about Garrosh coming to kill us."
Then, Varian looked at Maraad with a provocative look:
"I wonder what the defense officer thinks?"
Maraad bowed and said:
"Congratulations to His Majesty the King. The prophet Velen has seen this scene in the prophecy. You personally cut off the heads of Vol'jin and Thrall. In order to commemorate the hard-won freedom, the tauren engraved your head on the gold coin. I hope
Ervanas will also become your queen. Many years later, Orgrimmar was buried by wind and sand."
"I don't care about the queen or anything like that. As long as the people can gain peace, my personal honor and disgrace are nothing."
Varian was in high spirits: "So the prophet Velen supports me in destroying the tribe?"
Maraad said calmly: "Prophet Velen explained that everything is decided by the foreign majesty. Although the elimination of the tribe went very smoothly, it's just..."
At this point, Maraad stopped talking.
"But it doesn't matter." Varian was a little impatient.
Maraad's eyes showed sadness:
"When peace comes, the people of the Kingdom of Stormwind no longer need a king. The inheritance of kings in Stormwind City has been cut off. The Wrynn family fled to Silvermoon City and has nothing to do with the Kingdom of Stormwind ever since."
Varian was dumbfounded, sat back on the throne, lowered his head and thought.
Seeing that things were about to get worse, Samuelson whispered:
"Your Majesty the King, Velen's prophecies have never been accurate, otherwise the draenei would not have been massacred by the orcs. The people of Stormwind City will always support you."
Varian frowned and said, "What if it's true?"
Maraad was secretly proud. He understood that these so-called emperors would believe in ghosts and gods and be superstitious about the prophecies of ghosts when their power reached its extreme.
In Varian's mind, the rule of the Wrynn family is what he cares most about. As for the safety of the people of the Kingdom of Stormwind and the so-called peace, it is probably ranked out of ten, not even as good as whether the partner at the ball is charming enough.
Seizing the key elements of the negotiation, Maraad successfully turned the situation around.
Samuelson was unwilling to give up and wanted to say something else. Varian waved his hand and said slightly tiredly:
"You guys go down first, I want to take a rest and let me think carefully before making a decision."
Maraad returned to the inn and was not in a hurry to rest. Although the Draenei had little foundation in Azeroth, they had also placed some spies in Stormwind City.
Not long after, information came in, and Varian dismissed Samuelson and ordered him to go to the Hinterlands to capture the griffons.
The corners of Maraad's mouth curled up slightly, knowing that he had won.
Later in the day, Maraad requested an audience with the king, and was successfully granted.
In the war conference room, Maraad saw Varian. In front of him was a Draenor sandbox drawn based on the terrain of the outer world. Varian lowered his head and thought, but his mind was not on the sandbox.
Maraad suppressed the excitement in his heart and said loudly:
"King Varian, it's getting late. It's time to declare war on these orcs."
Varian raised his head, his face ashen:
"I have contacted Bolvar. This bastard, he actually reprimanded me for betraying the Alliance and is pushing Stormwind City into the abyss. Well, now I have to cooperate with the Horde, a group of beasts with ulterior motives. I have an ominous feeling, I will
Killed by an orc."
Maraad was well prepared and said loudly: "The prophet Velen has predicted that you will sit firmly on the throne of Stormwind City until you grow old and die without any illness."
"Hopefully the prophecy will come true."
Varian finally got some comfort, sighed and frowned:
"When my father fought against these demons, I was still a child. He didn't understand these orc clans at all. The mistakes he made cost his life and also led to the destruction of the Kingdom of Stormwind. I don't want to make the same mistakes again."
Maraad took a few steps forward and said: "But you are different from your father. King Ryan is a warrior, but you are wiser than him."
Varian nodded: "I know, but how can I make the ending different? You know my situation, not only the Iron Horde, but also the threat from Orgrimmar."
The heavy Hammer of the Naaru hit the sand table. Although it was very rude, it successfully attracted Varian's attention.
"You can start by following my advice. I have faced them personally and it was an unbearable memory."
Indescribable pain flashed across Maraad's determined face.
Varian raised his head: "You have fought against each other in Draenor, many years ago."
"That's right." Maraad encouraged Varian: "Believe me, orcs also have weaknesses."