The morale of the soldiers in the camp where most of them had fled was unstable. King Varian was worried that the remaining soldiers might join the group of refugees during the long night. He must cut through the mess quickly and achieve what he wanted as soon as possible.
"Launch an attack and rescue Thrall." Varian gave the order.
After hearing this, the staff around me showed a look of regret on their no longer young faces:
"Your Majesty the King, the most important thing you should do now is to lead your troops back to Stormwind City. Don't let the rumors come true. Protect the reputation of the Wrynn family. The decision to save Thrall was wrong from the beginning. We can renew our relationship with Kor'gall.
Peace talks.”
"Do you dare to disobey my order?" Varian asked rudely: "Do you want to destroy Azeroth?"
Those who dare to stay now are either truly brave warriors who are not afraid of death, or those private soldiers of House Wrynn who are loyal to Varian.
Of course, there are also a few cowardly soldiers who are overwhelmed, cannot see the situation clearly, and do not have the courage to escape.
This staff member was a warrior who was not afraid of death. He smiled nonchalantly and said:
"Your Majesty the King, if we were afraid of death, we would have left long ago. We just want to fight for your last hope with you. If you can change your mind, there is still room for redemption."
"I have made up my mind. Please stop trying to persuade me. I will fight to save Azeroth at the risk of sacrificing my own life." Varian summoned the remaining generals in the camp to prepare for an attack.
The aide just smiled bitterly. He clearly saw the ending and even knew His Majesty the King's plans, but he was still willing to accompany the King through the last part of his life.
When Varian led his troops to attack Vogul Ogre Mountain, Cho'gall gritted his teeth and was terrified.
When he learned that most of the soldiers in Varian's camp had fled, Korgall was initially overjoyed and felt that there was new hope. Under such circumstances, Varian would choose to retreat as long as he still had his brains.
If this is the case, Cho'gall is willing to renegotiate with the Kingdom of Stormwind and the previous misunderstanding can be wiped out.
The Ogre Conference will also proceed as usual, and Korgall will marry the Ogre bride and become the head of the Ogre Empire.
However, Varian actually chose to attack, completely beyond Kor'gall's expectations.
Cho'gall had a headache. He didn't expect Varian to be such a reckless man, even caring about the reputation of House Wrynn. The reckless man's behavior was really unpredictable.
At this time, most of Kor'gall's subordinates were also on the run, and even the Ogre Guards they relied on the most had fled. The most frightening thing was that their morale was low and they had no intention of fighting.
Although more than half of the alliance's deserters are here, those who remain are all elite soldiers, and there is basically no problem with morale.
Varian led a group of elite soldiers to lead the charge. Jaina's ogre allies were also not to be outdone, and almost kept pace with His Majesty the King. The Twilight's Hammer believers had no intention of resisting and were almost overwhelming.
Kor'gall hurriedly organized a resistance, and his remaining loyal followers activated the trap in the cave, which caused a lot of casualties to the Alliance.
Garona just watched with cold eyes. She knew the locations of most traps and how to dismantle them.
Soon, Cho'gall's most loyal bodyguards joined the war effort.
There were about fifty ogres. They had been eroded by the power of the ancient gods for a long time, and almost all of them had lost their minds. They had no pain or fatigue. They were almost a group of madmen, howling and shouting and rushing towards the alliance.
"Victory is ours, move forward."
Varian roared loudly. Thinking of the frustration he had felt over the past few days, he had to vent the anger in his heart and faced an ogre head-on.
The irritable ogre struck with an axe. Varian hurriedly dodged and slashed at the ogre's left leg with his sword. The sharp imitation elven sword sank deeply into the knee joint, only to see countless tentacles sticking out.
Hold your sword firmly.
Varian was shocked. He wanted to withdraw his weapon, but was unable to do so. The ogre let out an arrogant laugh. Varian felt something, and for some reason he raised his head and suddenly met the ogre's eyes.
A dizzy feeling came, and countless whispers rang in his ears. Varian felt his head roaring, and he couldn't help but cover his head with his hands, almost kneeling down.
The ogre raised his battle ax and slashed at Varian's back. Fortunately, the sincere soldier saved the king. Several elite warriors surrounded the ogre. After paying the lives of three soldiers, they succeeded.
Cut it to the ground.
Varian held on to the cave wall, barely able to stand, as a soldier retrieved the king's weapon.
Varian was holding an imitation of the Elven Divine Sword. He saw soldiers rushing forward and fighting the strange-looking ogres. Soldiers fell one after another, and lives continued to pass away.
"You are just a child king, what are you doing for what?"
"Why did my curse of flesh produce such stupid creatures?"
"Submit to me. All you wish for is strength. I can satisfy your request."
Varian looked at the cave cursed by flesh and blood, which was covered with a layer of flesh-like tissue. The mushroom-shaped eyestalks stood up one after another, looking at King Varian, conveying to him the whispers from the ancient gods.
"Is it the ancient god C'Thun?"
Varian felt his head roaring, and those whispering voices came again.
"Don't move forward, it will be your death."
"Life is hard-won, what you need is long-term survival and strong strength."
"Kol'gall has let me down. I thought he would help me destroy the orcs, but he is colluding with Thrall. Why can't my spokesperson be a human king? You are my children! Help me, kill
Get rid of those savage greenskin orcs, and you will gain everything, and I will order Cho'gall to become your humble subordinate."
Varian's consciousness gradually blurred, and he was convinced. Yes, all he needed was power, so why not turn to the ancient gods? The power of the ancient gods must be stronger than the demigods of the wilderness.
A cool feeling spread from the center of his scalp, like ice water coming to his head. The strange whisper disappeared. Varian quickly regained consciousness and saw Jaina, holding an empty bottle of potion in her hand.
"Varian, you have been deceived by the ancient gods. There is no need to thank me. This is what I should do."
After saying that, Jaina rushed forward and joined the battle.
Why is this happening?
Varian missed the feeling of being bewitched by the ancient gods. It seemed that he didn't have to think about anything or do anything. The ancient gods arranged everything for him. He felt that he had lost an excellent opportunity.
When he touched the fleshy cave again, the feeling was gone, and he could no longer hear the whispers of the ancient gods.
"Gianna!"
With a fire in his heart, Varian rushed towards the ogre with his weapon in hand.
When the last ogre fell, the ground was already stained red with blood. It was a fierce battle. In order to kill these fifty violent ogres, more than 300 soldiers paid the price.
After a bloody battle, almost all of the soldiers were injured. The staff member who had persuaded him to retreat fell in the battle with the ogres, and Varian did not even remember his name.
"We have won, Thrall, I am here to save you, for Azeroth."
Varian strode towards the deepest part of the cave, where Thrall was imprisoned.
This place was filled with the powerful power of the ancient gods. Thrall was lying on the side, unconscious. Standing on the altar where Thrall was originally imprisoned was Kor'gall, the leader of the Twilight Hammer.
"Varian, you are finally here. I heard the master's voice conveying your message. Unfortunately, you rejected this kindness. This was your last chance. You buried your own unfortunate fate with your own hands."
"Now, your fate is in Thrall's hands. Let's see if this beast will treat you mercifully. I guess he will tear you apart and eat you. Poor child king, you will be the one for you."
Childishness pays with life.”
Coulgar laughed, and the altar opened a big mouth full of sharp teeth. The black hole did not know where it led. Coulgar jumped into the big mouth and disappeared, leaving only bursts of wild laughter.
At the same time, the magic circle that had been prepared all around began to operate, bursts of light flickered, and groups of fully armed orc soldiers appeared behind the alliance soldiers.
They are Thrall's most loyal bodyguards, led by Eitrigg, and have been on standby in Stranglethorn Vale for a long time.
The retreat has been blocked, and the remaining soldiers of the alliance are looking at His Majesty the King.
Jaina, Garona, and more than a dozen ogre allies naturally stood beside Eitrigg.
Jaina looked at Varian and the remnants of his army, showing a proud smile as if his conspiracy had succeeded.
Unexpectedly, Varian made an astonishing move. He broke away from his subordinates and sided with the orcs.
Eitrigg took a look at King Varian who had taken the initiative to seek refuge. He was not sure what this meant. Thrall suddenly jumped up, pointed at the confused Alliance soldiers, and shouted loudly:
"You dare to destroy Azeroth. They are the destroyers of the world. Kill them. No one will be spared."
This was a simple massacre. The exhausted and injured Alliance soldiers had no possibility of resisting. They just looked at the king quietly, smiling miserably as they walked to the end of their lives.
Varian did not feel sad. He thought of his favorite sport of fox hunting in Elwynn Forest. When the hounds that were injured and ineffective were killed, they seemed to have the same pitiful expressions.
"Varian!" Thrall opened his mouth and showed a ferocious smile:
"Thank you very much for coming to save me, but for the sake of the reputation of the great savior, I must lend you your head. This is all for Azeroth. You shouldn't refuse this great honor, right?"
Varian was prepared and took a step forward.
Eitrigg was extremely nervous, and a group of elite soldiers surrounded Thrall:
"Sal, your kindness and revenge did not surprise me. I am very willing to fulfill your reputation, so I let these humble soldiers come to die on their own initiative. There is no kindness and justice in this world, only exchange of interests. I would have
Just think about it clearly, for the sake of the tribe, we need to cooperate."
"What do you have in exchange for me? King Varian?" Thrall said with a mocking look.
"Don't think you saved me. That's just your stupidity and naivety. I will laugh at you loudly and not remember any of your kindness."
"You need my help, the orcs need my help, Thrall."
Varian raised his voice:
"The orcs are no match for the Scourge. Even if they cooperate with our alliance, they are still far inferior to the Scourge. Our only hope is the humanity of Alsace. I know Alsace. As long as we human soldiers are at the forefront, he will not
You will kill your own people, this is your only way to defeat Alsace."
Sal fell into thinking after hearing this.
"So, only I can help you, using innocent humans as cannon fodder, to defeat Arthas." Varian said, he felt that he had taken the initiative: "What I need is power, and what you need is elimination.
Lich King, what a perfect deal, as smart as you are, you shouldn’t refuse it, Lord Savior.” (To be continued)