Hearing that a fishman wanted to see him, King Varian originally refused, but he didn't want to appear cowardly in front of everyone, especially when he needed to boost his morale, so he had no choice but to go to the river.
The old blind man was floating in the river. When he saw His Majesty the King in military uniform, he saluted respectfully:
"Your Majesty, the safety of Azeroth is tied to you. I am old blind and incompetent, and I am willing to do my best for Azeroth. If the king has any difficulties, you might as well chat with me.
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"Murloc, do you know what you are talking about? I am the great King Varian, how can I need your help?" Varian said rudely, he did not want to be looked down upon by a murloc.
The old blind man shook his head and said quietly:
"Your Majesty the King, although I am blind, my heart is clear. You did not save Sal out of your own will. You must have ulterior motives. Although I am incompetent, I still hope to help you."
"You worry too much, Murloc, everything I do is for Azeroth." Varian almost shouted.
The old blind man looked bitter, but still said patiently: "Your Majesty, as long as you are willing to speak, I will help you no matter what difficulties you have, and it is not just me, I can summon a lot of friends. You have to believe me, many people
I am willing to fight for Azeroth, and I am willing to work with humans to drive out the orcs and protect our homeland."
For a moment, Varian really believed in the old blind man, but then arrogance took over. He didn't think that a little fishman could help him, and he was even less willing to reveal his true feelings.
Varian didn't know what opportunity he had missed. In the continent of Azeroth, murlocs were famous for their large numbers. There were almost murlocs wherever there was water.
It's a pity that this race doesn't have any particularly outstanding characters. Apart from the Shenlong and the legendary Yuzilla, the only one who can use it well is the old blind man, who can be regarded as the leading hero among the fishmen.
The natural number of fish people is actually a huge advantage.
They can find people that others can't find, and artifacts that others can't find. The murlocs have clues. If the murlocs really work together, it won't be difficult to use the power of the tide to destroy Orgrimmar.
The old blind man's heart was good, but in the end he used it in the wrong place. He continued to nag:
"Your Majesty the King, although I am only a fish-man, I know a truth. When you face the unfairness of your fate, you should choose to fight instead of compromising with the enemy. You need the help of your friends."
"Asshole, how dare you, a fish-man, to laugh at me? What qualifications do you have to be the king's friend?"
King Varian finally refused to endure it. He grabbed a musket from the dwarf musketeers on the side and fired a shot at the old blind man.
I don't know why, but the old blind man was not damaged at all even though he was hit. This hero among the fishmen actually has his own uniqueness.
Seeing that His Majesty the King had fired, the old blind man sighed deeply and had no choice but to jump into the water and soon disappeared.
Varian's generals didn't think it was a big deal to miss the opportunity to form an alliance with the old blind man. On the contrary, his staff, a team dedicated to advising the king, and some of the staff who knew the fishmen secretly regretted it.
Varian's team crossed the river from Jerrod's Landing and gradually approached the Crow Ridge Cemetery to the west.
This is the domain of the dead, where the blood of innocents flows.
As the king of Stormwind City, Varian certainly knows about the tragedy that happened here.
For a moment, he seemed to understand that there is no fairness and justice in this world, it is just intrigues and plots against each other. Just like the tragedy in Crow Ridge, who will seek justice for the people who were massacred and died innocently?
justice.
At this moment, King Varian felt relieved and became more determined to save Thrall.
A terrible plague was prevalent in Crow Hill. The undead crawled out of the ground, staring at the passing team with rotten eyes. After all, Varian did not have the courage to walk directly through the Crow Hill cemetery. He did not want to cause more trouble, so he bypassed Crow from the side.
Ridge Cemetery.
Not long after entering Dusk Forest, the night watchmen from Dark Town came to meet them. The leader was an officer named Jonathan Calvin. He reported directly to King Varian and his staff:
"Your Majesty the King, the Dusk Forest is full of dangers. It is very dangerous to rush in without preparation. I have brought the latest information about Vogul Ogre Mountain."
"Before joining Jaina, I finally heard some useful news." Varian nodded: "What I want to know is, how many subordinates does Korgall have? How many enemies do we need to deal with?"
Jonathan Calvin replied cautiously: "The situation is not optimistic. There were originally about a thousand ogres in Vogul Ogre Mountain. Although they claim to be neutral, based on my understanding of them, I must not trust the ogres easily."
If the war situation on our side is unfavorable, they will not hesitate to step on the nonsense of human demons."
After a pause, Jonathan Calvin's face tightened and he said with some concern:
"Kolgar brought a total of five hundred Twilight believers, which is the maximum number agreed with the Black Dragon Princess. Originally there were less than fifty ogres, and the others were cooks and logistics personnel to prepare for the ogre convention.
.But since I learned about His Majesty the King’s personal expedition to the Ogre Mountain, although it still maintains a strength of 500 people, the cooks and support staff have disappeared, and they have all been replaced by warriors, among whom there are about 300 ogres.”
Upon hearing that Kor'gall had three hundred ogres under his command, the expressions of King Varian's staff changed. Many of them were veterans of the orc wars and knew the ogres' astonishing fighting prowess.
Ogres have a stronger body than orcs. Although they look fat, strong and silly, they are actually extremely flexible.
Coupled with the amazing defense and recovery power of ogres, they once caused huge trouble to humans.
If there was a head-on confrontation, the two thousand soldiers and horses brought by Varian were not sure of victory.
It's a pity that Varian has no idea about the combat power of ogres. He watched the sky getting dark and hurriedly urged: "There are only three hundred ogres, don't take it to heart, march quickly, and fight with Jaina. I want to be there in the sky."
Rescue Thrall, the savior, before dark."
The staff were shocked after hearing this, and one of the old staff quickly suggested:
"Your Majesty, you must not do it. After a day of marching, our soldiers are tired and hungry. Kogar's subordinates are waiting for work, which is extremely disadvantageous to us. We might as well rest for a night and make plans for tomorrow."
"The great savior Thrall is being humiliated by the ogres. You actually advised me to wait until tomorrow. You are destroying Azeroth. For the savior Thrall, no matter how much sacrifice you make, it is worth it." Varian
He said in a firm tone.
This old staff member has served the Wrynn family for many years and is respected and prestigious. Faced with a life and death situation, how could he give up like this:
"Your Majesty the King, it is precisely in order to rescue the savior Thrall that we need to fight steadily. If we fail accidentally this time, it will waste more time."
"Do you think we will lose?" Varian showed a displeased look. He gained powerful power for the first time. He didn't know his true strength. His overestimation of his own strength made Varian blindly arrogant:
"Just three hundred ogres scared you. You forget that we have a total of two thousand soldiers."
The old staff member grabbed Varian's horse's head and refused to let him move forward. Varian was so angry that he was about to pull out the sword from his waist, but suddenly he saw a sharp dagger pierce the staff member's chest.
Garona walked out of the shadows and said with a smile: "King Varian, I'm sorry for hurting one of your subordinates. I like silence and hate noisy sounds."
Varian waved his hand and said nonchalantly: "It doesn't matter, there are as many subordinates as this." (To be continued)