King Varian is not tall, not tall, and has an average appearance. He is the kind of ordinary person who is hard to find in a crowd and has no characteristics whatsoever.
The king's majesty is demonstrated by the cheers from the front and back, the flattery of his subjects, and the fear of the people around him. When they are alone, they are no different from ordinary people.
"King Varian is here again?" The black cat sitting on Robbie's shoulder covered his face: "It must be Grom. Hellscream sent his subordinates to urge for food. King Varian was frightened and had to come.
Seek comfort.”
Robbie hid aside and carefully observed King Varian's face. Sure enough, his face was pale and his lips were blue. He was so frightened that he murmured:
"I was only seven years old at the time. I walked into my father's room and saw Garona holding a bloody dagger. She killed my father, cut out his heart and ate it with a cruel smile.
, I was so frightened that I fainted. Whenever I mentioned orcs, I would have nightmares as soon as I closed my eyes, and Garona’s cruel face appeared repeatedly in my dreams.”
"My father was so stupid. He actually believed in a female orc. For this reason, we had to make up all kinds of lies to cover up my father's stupidity. Then the orcs broke into the Kingdom of Stormwind and slaughtered my people. I hate them? But
There is nothing I can do. Orcs are too powerful. I dream of gaining this kind of power. It is a regret in my life that I cannot be born as an orc."
Margarina was a qualified socialite. She knew that she should not say anything at this time, let alone ask. She took out a grape and fed it to King Varian, looking at the king's young face with a loving mother's gaze.
"Today I hanged an old woman who was cleaning the palace. She actually pointed at my nose and called me a stupid king. How could I tolerate someone slandering the great Wrynn family? Tiffin accused me of being too much.
Cruel, she said that the old woman’s sons died in the orc war, which is excusable. Damn it, this stupid woman, she doesn’t understand anything, sooner or later I will make her pay the price.”
"The orc Denocledo Tagl sent me a letter. He is the brother of Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf clan. He wants to be the prosecutor of Stormwind City. He is an ignorant, greedy and lustful man.
The old guy asked me to provide him with a girl to eat every day. I don’t know whether I should agree to him or not. The Kingdom of Stormwind must cooperate with the orcs to survive in this troubled world, but I can’t expose my ambition so quickly, etc.
Let’s talk about it after the Warsong Clan enters the Western Wilds.”
King Varian rolled over to make himself more comfortable.
"The nobles of Stormwind City are a bunch of idiots. They think that the orcs killed my father and razed the Kingdom of Stormwind to the ground, so they should all be killed. They are short-sighted. They have not seen the huge potential hidden in the orcs. Who would do it?"
Whoever masters the orc army can conquer Azeroth. History will prove that I am the truly great king."
Robbie couldn't stand listening anymore and decided to question King Varian. He looked at the black cat and asked for her opinion.
The black cat raised its paw and said very humanely: "Please, don't worry, you won't harm Margarina, but it's meaningless. You can't persuade a stubborn king."
Robbie tore off a piece of black cloth and covered his face, picked up a nearby candlestick, and suddenly appeared in front of King Varian, holding the candlestick high as if he was about to smash it down.
Varian was so frightened that he was about to yell, but Robbie made a hissing gesture.
"Your Majesty the King, there are only two steps between you and me. Before your guards arrive, your brains will be sprayed all over the bed. I am willing to do this unless you agree to talk to me."
"Damn it, who are you and why are you here, my guard." King Varian was still calm and did not lose his mind and shouted.
"It's not that your guards are incompetent, it's that I'm much stronger than them." Robbie twisted the silver candlestick into a twist with ease, and Varian's eyes widened when he saw it.
"Great warrior, what do you need, money, official position, power, or beauty? In addition to the position of king, you can choose whatever you want. I can make you a grand duke."
Varian was terrified, truly frightened, and made reckless promises to stay alive.
"What I don't need." Robbie said with a low voice and waved his hands: "I just want to ask you, if the orcs escape from the shelter and go around burning, killing and looting, how should you deal with it? King Varian, I hope you will
Don't lie, you must give a convincing reason to survive."
Varian shivered. Although the young man had experienced the tragedy of the orcs destroying Stormwind City, he still seemed inexperienced. Because of his extreme nervousness, he blurted out:
"No, this is doomed. Sooner or later, the orcs will escape from the shelter and gain freedom. Lordaeron will become the territory of the orcs. I must establish an alliance with the orcs before that. Grom Hellscream is a suitable choice.
, so I spare no effort to support the Warsong clan, I have already planned it, oh! It’s nothing.”
Varian's expression calmed down a little, and he was secretly glad that he did not tell the secret of the Westfall when he was most nervous. He hoped that Robbie did not hear his previous murmurs.
"Aren't you worried that the Warsong clan and the orcs who escaped from the shelter will cooperate inside and outside to destroy the Kingdom of Stormwind?" Robbie asked doubtfully.
Variant paused, feeling prepared, and said, "Of course I'm worried, but as long as I let the orcs know that humans and orcs are friends, they won't attack us."
"Even feeding some humans to the orcs?" Robbie asked fiercely, remembering that the tauren, goblins, blood elves, pandaren, etc. who had taken refuge with the orcs all fed themselves to the orcs in exchange for temporary peace.
Varian's brows tightened slightly: "For the sake of the friendship between humans and orcs, it's not a bad idea."
"Why is this so, King Varian, do you have such no faith in humans?"
Varian shook his head and sighed: "The two orc wars have proven that we humans are no match for the orcs. Although the Warsong clan has suffered setbacks, it is only temporary. If you do not surrender, there will only be death."
"Damn it, if I had known this, why not kill all the orcs when they were defeated? Why did you support King Terenas to establish an orc shelter?" Robbie stepped forward and asked.
This time, King Varian hesitated for a long time before lowering his head and saying:
"I admit that it was an ill-considered decision and an unforgivable mistake. Everything I did was to make up for this mistake. Lordaeron is destined to be destroyed, and the Kingdom of Stormwind cannot repeat the same mistakes."
Robbie was deep in thought, and he felt something was wrong.
King Varian actually admitted his mistake, which means he realized that establishing the asylum was a mistake.
However, a king must have many advisers who can predict the consequences of the establishment of an orc shelter. Moreover, it is not too late to regret it now. As long as King Varian takes the initiative to put pressure on Lordaeron, there is still room for redemption.
Only lies will reveal flaws that are difficult to justify.
"You know what? Varian, when you lie, the tip of your nose sweats."
Varian was not prepared and quickly touched his nose, only to realize that he had been fooled.
Robbie shook his head and said in a threatening tone: "I'm sorry, a lying king is not a good king. You can go and die."
"Wait a minute," Varian turned pale with fright and said in a high voice, "You can't kill me like this. I have an important mission. Without me, the Kingdom of Stormwind will be over."
"Tell me your reasons, Your Majesty."
Varian seemed really frightened. He grabbed Margaret's arm and said cautiously:
"In the future, we humans will cooperate with the new orc tribe. They are new tribes with peace and sincerity. They are completely different from the old tribes that are savage and easy to kill. Their leader is called Thrall." (To be continued)