Two hundred and ninety-ninth chapter: The trial of Stormwind Fortress I
Around the fourteenth century, people on earth put forward a theory of "simplicity first", one of which was, don't believe in theories that cannot be falsified.
This is a way of thinking. For example, Aunt Wang next door pats someone on the shoulder and says with joy: Do you remember my aunt's second uncle's brother-in-law and the neighbor's stupid son? Yes, that one who can't figure out ten numbers.
, the second idiot whose IQ is even lower than that of Jingba in the community. Yesterday he took his whole family on a trip to Pluto.
Some people may think so:
Did the two idiots get some adventure? Did he pick up the secret book of cultivating immortals in the garbage? Maybe he is an alien; he was lucky enough to meet a hero from Marvel; the illegitimate son of the Jade Emperor; a traveler from the future world?
Parasitized by alien creatures? Picked up the system? A super prodigy handcrafted a spaceship?
The simplest way of thinking and the one closest to the truth is: Aunt Wang is lying.
According to this way of thinking, Robbie put forward his own idea, and Vol'jin was also deceiving people. Compared with the dark existence equivalent to 1,200 Sargeras, this answer is simpler and closer to the truth.
"Impossible." Kel'Thuzad immediately retorted: "If it is a lie, then Thrall and Vol'jin can only act together. How could Thrall risk his own life to act in such a drama? This will not do the orcs any good.
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Will Sal use his life to act? The answer is naturally no.
Robbie thought for a moment and handed Kel'Thuzad a list of various secret recipes Thrall had eaten over the years.
Kel'Thuzad's eyes widened after seeing it, and he exclaimed: "Oh my god, Thrall actually ate more than a thousand ghost mushrooms."
"Is there a problem with more than a thousand ghost mushrooms?" Robbie didn't know much about herbal medicine, especially the mysterious alchemy, which always seemed confusing and elusive.
"Ghost mushrooms are poisonous. Even a giant dragon can't carry a thousand ghost mushrooms." Kel'Thuzad looked down again: "Oh my God, Thrall has been eating the medicine as food over the years. He actually took two
The blood of a thousand Groms."
"I heard that Grom's blood can replenish qi and blood. Is this thing poisonous?" Robbie asked again.
Kel'Thuzad replied: "Grom's blood is usually used to refine demon-slaying potions, which can make people's blood boil and make them unafraid of demons. If taken for a long time, it will cause brain damage and the consequences will be disastrous."
"Oh! No, Thrall actually ate three thousand Khadgar's beards. Has he gone crazy?" Kel'Thuzad let out a scream and explained in a low voice: "Kadgar's beards can be used to make mana.
It is a drug, but if taken in large amounts, it can cause muscle rupture, confusion, and gastrointestinal bleeding."
"I heard that Khadgar's beard can cure baldness." Robbie shrugged. It seemed that the rumors were not credible and herbs should not be taken randomly.
Kel'Thuzad continued to read the long list, his expression getting weirder and weirder:
"Haunted herring, last week's mammoth meat, spoiled clam meat, ooze cake scraps, ghoul snot, plague bat droppings, hellhound saliva, dust from succubus hooves
, Demon Guard’s earwax, Abyss Lord’s fingernail mud... Well, I can only say that after eating so many weird things, Thrall is still alive. It’s simply a miracle. I really don’t know him.
How is it done?"
An idea flashed in Robbie's mind. Yes, that's the problem. Most people would be dead if they ate these messy things, even Thrall's orc physique.
In fact, it is impossible to poison Thrall with so many poisonous things.
The toxicity of these poisons is limited, and they will not be fatal immediately after taking them, but will gradually accumulate to the point of death. Once his body becomes uncomfortable and it is too late to reach a fatal dose, he will stop taking them.
"Then what is the reason that allowed Thrall to eat so many harmful things and still be alive and kicking until yesterday?" Robbie discussed the possibility with Kel'Thuzad.
Kel'Thuzad thought for a while, gradually figured it out, nodded and said: "If it is Vol'jin's fault, then it is not difficult to explain. I heard that among the gods that trolls believe in, they can even make dead corpses look like living people.
Although Thrall's body is damaged by these herbs, some troll gods can still keep him healthy."
It is not difficult to analyze that this is a conspiracy that has lasted for many years.
Thrall was attacked by Prince Kael'thas in Silvermoon City. He suffered from a hidden mental illness due to a mental disorder. Eitrigg sought medical treatment for him. This plan probably started from the first contact between orcs and trolls.
Vol'jin was proficient in various herbal medicines. On the one hand, he provided Thrall with various poisonous herbs and deliberately damaged his body. On the other hand, he used the power of the troll gods to secretly maintain Thrall's health.
Out of fear of Medivh, Vol'jin did not dare to let Thrall die of poison. He was waiting for the right time.
When Medivh became the "Eternal Flesh", Vol'jin took the opportunity to instigate King Saurfang, and Garrosh and Agnarr forced Thrall to go to the palace. When Thrall used his strongest power, all he had to do was remove Thrall.
With the troll spirit in his body, his body collapsed instantly like a building without its pillars, creating the illusion that Wo'jin easily killed the demon Thrall.
This plan is perfect, after all, the orcs come from outside the land and don't know much about the herbs of Azeroth.
It is indeed clever and cunning enough to make people unable to detect it. But just like those dazzling magic tricks, it is nothing more than that once the truth is known.
Robbie and Kel'Thuzad discussed it and decided not to expose Vol'jin's trick yet.
Grasping the handle of the tribal chief can play an unexpected role when necessary.
Stormwind Keep, a massive and fortified fortress perched atop the cliffs to the north of Stormwind City, provides a sturdy residence for the king and other nobles of the city.
There was a solemn atmosphere in Stormwind Fortress today, and the guards did not even dare to breathe.
General Samuelson and the werewolf Udyr escorted Prince Anduin's coffin into Stormwind Fortress and placed the coffin in front of the throne.
After the ship filled with explosives exploded, Prince Anduin's body was completely gone. The so-called coffin was only half a charred skeleton and a few bones. It was hard to say whether it belonged to Prince Anduin.
King Varian, who was sitting on the throne, just looked down at the ground. After being quiet for a while, he suddenly asked loudly:
"Who can tell me what happened? Why did my son die in the Temple of Karabor? Who killed him? Who should I take revenge on?"
There were many nobles standing under the throne, all of them were gorgeously dressed, elegant, and wearing various prestigious titles, but they did not dare to speak or even breathe loudly.
Everyone knows how Prince Anduin died in battle, including King Varian himself.
He needed an excuse, a euphemism, to find a suitable reason for his son to avenge the Draenei.
Anduin has never been a peaceful prince. Logically speaking, he is the only heir to the Kingdom of Stormwind, and staying in Stormwind Fortress waiting to inherit the throne is his duty.
As a result, he ran around everywhere, including Theramore, Exodar, Ironforge, Pandaria, and Draenor. For His Highness the Prince's ambition, I don't know how many people suffered a lot, and the Alliance paid a heavy price.
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Now that something has finally happened, how can King Varian give up without coming up with a solution?
But, how should I say it appropriately? General Samuelson secretly winked at the werewolf Udyr.
Udyr sighed, thinking that he could only take the risk himself. (To be continued)