According to historical records, Thrall should have been in Blackmoore's gladiator training camp at this time and had not become a victorious general in the arena.
Why Varian would know Thrall's name is too strange.
"Who is Sal?" Robbie asked deliberately: "It sounds like a strange name."
"He is a great wise man, an invincible warrior, and a profound and intelligent scholar. If you have seen him, you will admire him as much as I do."
King Varian's face shone with light, revealing a sincere emotion.
Robbie thought to himself: I have met Sal more than once, and I have beaten him several times!
Something is wrong, what is going on? Judging from Varian's expression, Robbie felt that there was some kind of indescribable relationship between Varian and Thrall, and asked uneasily:
"You haven't told me who Sal is."
"He is an orc, a friendly orc, a new orc who has been taught wisdom." King Varian replied, holding his cheeks in his hands, with a faint smile on his lips, and began to remember:
"Do you think Varian is my name? No, this is the name of the king of Stormwind City, the only name. My father has nine sons in total. I am the seventh. My childhood memories have been blurred. From what I can remember
I have been living in Karazhan since then, living with two older brothers and one younger brother. The other brothers have never been seen and are probably dead long ago."
"Medivh used us to conduct various experiments, trying to find out the hidden potential of human beings. It was a bloody and cruel day. When we were still young, we were forced to undergo various experiments and fight against all kinds of ferocious beasts. I still remember a food
How the human-demon cub tore one of my brothers into pieces and then ate him."
"What a poor child." Margaret put Varian's head on her knees, stroked his hair, and recalled the past events of his childhood. Varian's eyes were full of fear, but then there was a little
comfort:
"It was in Karazhan that I met the orc Thrall. He is about the same age as us, but much better than us. He is stronger and more resilient than us. He can easily defeat the ogre cubs. He is even learning and fighting
In terms of understanding ability, we are far inferior to him. Thrall has almost a photographic memory, can understand profound magic, and learned to communicate with the elements at a very young age. That is something I will never be able to learn in my life. Medivh's appreciation for him
Very highly rated.”
Robbie felt that something was wrong. In terms of power level, Robbie was obviously much stronger than King Varian, and his understanding was more comprehensive. In Robbie's impression, Thrall was an excellent orc, but he was definitely
Not the strongest, most talented orc.
As for memory and logical analysis ability, Thrall is not outstanding. His only characteristic is ruthlessness and no bottom line. This is even compared to the older generation of orc chiefs who are famous for their cruelty.
"How is Thrall's archery skills?" Robbie asked without leaving any trace.
"Every shot hits the mark." Anduin affirmed.
There must be something wrong with this. Robbie has seen the archery skills of the orcs, and has also heard adventurers summarize it. The orcs have strong muscles, especially their explosive power, but their fine control of muscles is extremely poor. Their close combat is invincible.
, but his poor archery skills are due to racial characteristics, and there is absolutely no possibility of accidents.
This is an illusion. Thrall pretends to be a good side and lets Varian see Medivh's conspiracy.
Robbie was not entangled in this matter, and had no intention of making any distinctions. He listened to Varian continue to talk about the past:
"Thall was appreciated by Medivh because of his outstanding performance. He almost controls our life and death. He can beat, insult and even take our lives at will. My brother was killed by him because he contradicted Thrall.
Chopped up and eaten alive. But Sal was fine with me.
Yes, there was very little beating, scolding or torture. Medivh’s experiment on me was to merge with the wilderness demigod. I don’t know if it was successful. Failure means death. It was Thrall who secretly helped me so that I could survive and become the only one.
The survivors got the name Varian."
What a ghost, Robbie held his forehead and sighed, this is a typical Stockholm syndrome.
Stockholm Syndrome is the emotion that the victim has towards the criminal, a psychological dependence, and even a complex that helps the criminal in turn. Just like King Varian, his life and death are in the hands of Thrall.
If you let him live, he would be grateful. At the same time, he shares his fate with Thrall and regards Thrall's future as his own.
"Then what?" Robbie asked hopelessly.
"Thal and I have made an agreement a long time ago. I will become the king of mankind, and he will lead the orcs to become the warchief. We will join hands to conquer Azeroth. Oh, the orcs have not invaded Azeroth at that time.
This is a great decision and a solid friendship. I believe that the future Azeroth will belong to me and Thrall, and will belong to us humans and orcs."
Varian's tone was full of longing for a better future, a kind of morbid obsession.
This can also explain why the orcs killed Varian's father, massacred the entire Stormwind City, and still supported Tyree even after knowing that establishing an orc shelter would bring down Lordaeron and even endanger the seven human kingdoms.
King Nas.
I have to admit that Medivh was so powerful. He had already planned the future and established the image of Thrall as great and invincible in the mind of young Varian.
This also explains why, in the years to come, King Varian negotiated with Thrall again and again in the name of peace, and remained unyielding and refused to give up even when encountering various unexpected obstacles.
This deep-rooted concept is difficult to change and has almost become a part of Varian's psychology. Robbie hesitated and decided to give up. Unless he suffered a huge setback, it is impossible to change a person's nature. Robbie realized that it was impossible.
To convince King Varian, why bother doing such a futile act.
Robbie really wanted to kill King Varian to prevent future troubles, but considering Varian's many brothers, and with Medivh's caution, it was difficult to say whether there would be backups, and it was not certain that a few of them were still alive.
There is no point in killing one Wrynn, as the next Varian will still become king.
The black cat on the shoulder shrugged, that means I told you a long time ago, your actions are meaningless.
Just when Robbie was disappointed and about to leave.
"Crack!"
There was a crisp sound in the bedroom, and Margaret slapped King Varian on the face.
Robbie was stunned.
The black cat was also shocked.
Varian looked at Margaret in confusion.
Margaret jumped to her feet and cursed like a servant:
"You stupid king, you big idiot, the orcs are cruel and ruthless, and they worship killing. He will eat us all. What kind of brain do you have to believe in the cruel orcs? Thrall tortures you and insults you.
, I ate your brother, why don’t you know how to take revenge? You are a cowardly coward.”
"You have no idea how miserable the people of Stormwind Kingdom are and how oppressed they are. My mother lost a sheep in an accident and her life fell into despair. She could only hang herself. I looked at her body.
Shaking in front of me, I have to find a way to raise my three younger brothers and sisters. How your people are suffering, and you are planning to cooperate with the orcs. I am really blind. How did I know such a stupid and cowardly person like you?
king."
Margaret went crazy and rushed towards King Varian, scratching and biting his face frantically.
"Crazy, crazy, you crazy woman." The photo was taken while Robbie was still standing by, and Varian did not dare to resist too much.
A fruit knife slipped from the table. Margaret grabbed the fruit knife and slashed it hard on Varian's face, leaving a deep wound and a trail of blood. Varian was frightened.
Finally unable to bear it any longer, he roared and shouted loudly. The dragon guards heard the king's cry for help and rushed in quickly.
Robbie quickly pulled the furious Margaret, the holy light flashed, and the two disappeared from the bedroom, only hearing the king's roar constantly coming from the mansion.
Many times, the king’s knowledge is not as good as that of a prostitute. (To be continued)