Varian Wrynn is no longer young, and his hair has long since turned white. These are the chaotic war years, and people always age quickly, even kings.
Since returning from the arena, Varian has remained determined to cooperate with Thrall.
"Thall is everything to me, my master."
Deep in his heart, there was always such a voice.
Faced with the Scourge of the Lich King Arthas, who had nothing to do with the Alliance, how many Alliance soldiers fell forever in the ice and snow of Northrend. Most of the poor soldiers were eaten by orcs, not killed by the Scourge.
Hand, and was resurrected as the Forgotten by Sylvanas.
But it doesn't matter, as long as Thrall is happy.
Facing Garrosh's Iron Horde, Alliance soldiers once again fought bravely, willing to serve as pawns and cannon fodder for the Darkspear rebels. Many generals still cannot understand why the Alliance should participate in the internal fighting of the Horde.
But it doesn't matter, as long as Thrall is happy.
After capturing Garrosh, Thrall wanted to get the secret of the Heart of Y'Shaarj. After the two looked at each other, Varian stopped Thrall from killing Garrosh and gave Thrall the means to torture the former warchief of the Horde.
Chance.
Unfortunately, there was a fly in the ointment, and Garrosh escaped.
After Prince Anduin was killed in Shadowmoon Valley, Varian thought he would be very sad, but the strange thing was that he didn't seem to feel anything, which made him feel particularly strange.
"Anduin is my only son, why do I not care about him at all?"
He tried his best to pretend that he was devastated by his son's death and wanted to avenge him in a big way, but his true heart was unmoved.
Varian looked at the flickering candlelight and looked at himself in the mirror, and the doubts in his heart became more and more serious.
"Who am I?"
Recently, Varian felt something was wrong.
The battle plan for Shadowmoon Valley has been laid out for a long time. The alliance's army successfully arrived at Shadowmoon Valley. They were looking at everything along the way and were unstoppable. Good news came every day.
Just three days ago, the heroic Seventh Legion breached the Temple of Karabor.
At the same time, the Silver Wing Sentinels and Stormpike Guards also attacked Ambori Village and successfully captured a large number of Draenei.
The West Lake Wilderness People's Army lived up to expectations and captured the Falling Moon Land at the same time, capturing all the adventurers.
Regarding how to deal with these prisoners, Varian calmly issued an order, leaving no one alive and killing them all. Shortly after the order was passed on, Varian suddenly remembered Yrel, the current leader of the draenei. It is said that
She was a rare beauty, so she ordered Yrel to be sent to Stormwind City.
Unfortunately, this order was conveyed a little late. The marshal who commanded the battle on the front line replied. After the king's order was conveyed, Yrel had been executed, and her body was burned with other draenei.
What a pity, Yrel's death made Varian particularly sad, much more than Prince Anduin.
The war in Shadowmoon Valley ended, and then something strange happened.
In this lightning-fast battle, generals who had made outstanding achievements retired and returned to their hometowns one after another. This caught Varian a little off guard. Without these old generals, who will command the battles in the future? Do I have to go into battle myself?
He severely stopped this behavior, but these generals seemed determined to leave and could not stop them no matter what.
Not only these veteran generals who had experienced hundreds of battles, but also the staff, think tanks, assistants who helped him handle government affairs, and even the housekeeper, guard captain, and servants of Stormwind Fortress were dismissed almost at the same time.
What happened to the world?
Varian felt that something big had happened, but he didn't know it. He always recognized his intuition.
But he couldn't verify his intuition. New guards and servants appeared, but he didn't recognize any of them. It seemed that overnight, he became alone, and the Stormwind Fortress became a huge cage.
Until he met the great mage Antonidas, this strange lich teleported directly to his study.
Varian was no stranger to the Lich Antonidas. After Varian returned from the Arena, he received help from Reginald, who returned from Blackstone Abyss, and the secret support of Guardian Medivh.
The Black Dragon Princess seemed to have received the news in advance. After they entered the Storm Barrier, only an illusion of the Black Dragon was left behind.
Later, in order to regain the power of the king, Varian had to overthrow Bolvar's power. Just as he was trying to establish charges against the Grand Duke of Stormwind, Duke Bolvar led his troops to Northrend very wisely.
In order to completely eliminate the hidden danger of Duke Bolvar, Varian, Sylvanas, Jaina, and Garrosh jointly planned the Scourge Gate massacre and successfully eliminated their respective political opponents.
At that time, the person in charge of contact was Grand Mage Antonidas. Looking at the resurrected Grand Mage, Varian soon felt relieved after his initial exclamation.
For the insidious Sylvanas, there is nothing she dare not do.
"Your Majesty, I come on behalf of the Dark Queen." Antonidas appeared like a ghost. It must be said that the Forsaken were lacking in intelligence and were not aware of the changes in the situation in Stormwind City.
Antonidas's voice was erratic: "The Queen of Darkness hopes that you can collect Prince Anduin's soul. Her Highness the Queen is willing to help him resurrect and become an outstanding heir to the Alliance."
At this time, Antonidas is a lich after all. He cannot stay in Stormwind Fortress for too long. He must convey orders as quickly as possible without any delay.
Varian felt a little unhappy after hearing this. Unlike what outsiders knew, the relationship between Varian and his son was very cold. He would not be sad about Anduin's death, but he was worried about what would happen to him after Anduin came back to life.
Come and cause trouble.
"I'm not a mage, and I don't know how to collect souls." Varian shrugged and said unhappily.
Antonidas noticed the strangeness in Varian's tone. He was already prepared. He held a black crystal ball in his hand and sent it to Varian:
"This is the soul-calling crystal. As long as you call his name in the area where the prince died, you can collect the prince's soul. King Varian and the Queen of Darkness take this matter very seriously and cannot be careless. I hope you can lead your troops there in person.
Shadowmoon Valley, put pressure on the Draenei. His Royal Highness the Prince died in the Karabor Temple, the holy land of the Draenei. If you had not come forward in person, the Draenei would not agree to perform this ritual of summoning souls."
After hearing this, Varian smiled and waved his hands and said: "I have killed all the Draenei in Shadowmoon Valley. Archmage, how about you go there yourself?"
Antonidas was stunned after hearing this. The Draenei in Shadowmoon Valley were wiped out? Why didn't he hear Sylvanas mention such an important thing? It was impossible. He stared at Varian with a strange look on his face.
:
"Your Majesty the King, are you kidding?"
"It's definitely not a joke." Varian picked up the battle report on the table and handed it to the Grand Magister to read.
Antonidas looked through the battle report, and it became more and more strange. The battle report in Stormwind City should not be false, so it was the Queen's negligence, or Her Majesty the Queen did not trust me. For a while, Antonidas had many thoughts.
Shaking his head helplessly, Antonidas knew that it was difficult for him to understand the queen's thoughts: "King Varian, please be sure to complete this task personally. You must not be careless. Prince Anduin is related to the future of Azeroth."
"For Azeroth." Antonidas shouted.
"For Azeroth." Varian echoed helplessly and feebly. (To be continued)