The messenger rushed back to the alliance's stronghold without stopping, and General Hippoly hurriedly greeted him.
Hippoly's 10,000-strong army had run out of food the day before, and most of the soldiers were shaking from hunger. It was only the support of perseverance that kept them from falling.
As soon as he saw the messenger's expression, Hippoly knew that he had failed. This was something he had expected.
The messenger sent a letter: "General, someone handed me a letter on the way and told me to hand it to the general personally."
Hippoly opened the envelope, took out the letter, and looked happy after reading it.
"The Duke of Bolvar has not forgotten us, we can be saved."
The subordinates were puzzled and asked: "General, Duke Bolvar's fortress is in Dragonblight. He needs to break through the blockade of Garrosh's army. We can't do it."
Hippoly's eyes shrank, shook his head, and said seriously: "Duke Bolvar's suggestion is that we enter the Daklon Fortress."
Daklon Fortress is the territory of the Undead Scourge.
If it weren't for the fact that there was really no other way, the army would starve to death, and they would never take this risk.
After some time passed, Garrosh suddenly discovered that the Alliance walled city opposite was empty.
The orc army entered the city wall easily without a single figure in sight. Garrosh was puzzled as to how these 10,000 Alliance troops disappeared.
Garrosh left part of his army to guard the rear and personally led the army into the Zul'Drak Empire.
Hunger always comes suddenly.
Kits had eaten very well in the past few days, eating tauren meat and panda meat in different ways. This made his body a little fatter, and he never thought that hunger would suddenly come.
This morning, Kits woke up from the cold. The brazier beside him had long been extinguished, and the cold wind blew in through the crack in the door, bringing bursts of chill.
"Damn royal guards, they are so slack."
Looking at the extinguished charcoal fire, Kites was furious. This was obviously the fault of the guards. He got up with his clothes on and found that all the personal guards guarding him were gone.
"What happened?"
Kits looked confused.
As a king, dressing is a very troublesome thing. Fortunately, Kits used to be a night watchman and had a hard time. After a lot of trouble, he finally dressed neatly.
Coming out of the bedroom, Kits didn't see anyone. Zul'Drak's palace, which was usually crowded with people, suddenly became empty, and the familiar staff and royal guards were gone.
Kits, who was used to being surrounded by people, suddenly felt panicked. Coupled with unbearable hunger, he yelled in anxiety.
Finally, a veteran came in with two moldy pancakes in his hand.
"Your Majesty, eat, this is today's breakfast."
Kits took the dough, and the moldy smell made him almost vomit. He threw the dough to the ground angrily: "I am the great King Varian, am I just going to eat these things?"
The veteran squatted on the ground, struggled to pick up the noodles, and murmured:
"Your Majesty the King, the army has been without food for more than half a month. These two pancakes were saved from the teeth of the brothers. Eat it, eat it. Your Majesty the King, you will be a wise king through the ages."
"Impossible." Kits categorically objected: "Don't we still have half a year's worth of grain?"
The old soldier just took the bread and stood aside without saying a word.
Kits frowned and asked, "Where are my guards and staff?"
The veteran lowered his head and whispered:
"Your Majesty, the orcs are the saviors of Azeroth. Garrosh's army has entered the Zul'Drak Empire. Have all your guards and staff gone to Garrosh?"
Kits felt like he was struck by five thunders, and angrily grabbed the veteran's collar: "Damn it, are you lying to me? I have an army of 50,000?"
The veteran smiled bitterly and said:
"Your Majesty, the Scourge has built a large cemetery in the northwest of Zul'Drak and openly recruits migrant workers. They provide food and accommodation. In just one night, all your soldiers have gone to join the Scourge."
Kits flew into a rage and shouted: "Damn traitors, they failed me."
The huge Alliance camp was now empty, and the Alliance flag fell alone.
Kits looked at the empty camp, swaying, knowing that the situation was over, and only the veterans were still with him. After only half a day without eating, Kits was so hungry that he felt panicked.
"What did I do wrong? Why does God treat me like this? My staff, my guards, and my soldiers, you all betrayed me."
Kits yelled and spent a lot of energy. He hurriedly grabbed the dough cake from the veteran's hand and put it into his mouth regardless of the moldy smell. It felt extremely sweet.
"Eat, eat!"
The veteran said in a trembling voice:
"Your Majesty the King, this is probably your last meal in Northrend. The army has been without food for many days, and all the grass roots and bark around here have been eaten."
"I haven't lost yet."
Kits clenched his fists unwillingly and roared: "As long as I return to the Kingdom of Stormwind, I will still be the leader of the alliance and the king of Stormwind City. I can regroup and make achievements."
The veteran shook his head and said:
"Your Majesty the King, you are short-sighted, resourceful, biased, and ambitious. Facts have proven that you are really not suitable to be a king. The choice of the Wolf God is wrong. Maybe you should continue to be a night watchman.
, this is the luck of the alliance."
Kits was furious. During his days as king, the only thing that grew was his temper. He glared at the veteran fiercely: "How dare you accuse me, a king who is destined to be great."
Pulling out his sword, Kites slashed at the veteran. The sword passed through the veteran's body, like passing through a shadow. The veteran was unharmed and just looked at Kites quietly.
Kits suddenly felt like the world was spinning. Just this one movement consumed a lot of physical strength. Only then did Kits realize that the power of the Wolf God had completely left him.
Holding the sword, Kits couldn't help but breathe heavily, and a look of fear finally appeared in his eyes.
"What the hell are you?" Kits asked.
The old soldier chuckled, with a lofty temperament in his eyes, as if he were a god overlooking all living beings:
"I have been here, and I have seen that a king of the Alliance cannot change the fate of the Alliance. Kits, you are destined not to die. You are still the king of Stormwind City and will still make repeated mistakes until you
At the end of your life, the blood and tears of countless Alliance soldiers forged your greatness."
After that, the veteran turned into a stream of black air, roared into the sky, and disappeared.
Kits trudged hard in the freezing cold wind. He had a map in his hand, which showed that he could enter the Grizzly Bear Hills by going around a small road.
Unfortunately, Kits got lost soon. Tired and hungry, Kits finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the snow, breathing heavily.
Large leather boots appeared in front of Kits, and they were definitely not owned by humans.
Gitus reluctantly raised his head and saw Garrosh's ferocious face.
"King of the Night's Watch, we meet again." Garrosh grabbed Kits and roared, "Where did you hide my fifty thousand rations?"
Zul'Drak Empire, in an ancient tomb.
In the large tomb buried under the frozen soil, the coffin was violently pushed open.
A figure climbed up from the coffin. This was the corpse of a troll. He used the ever-burning lamp in the tomb to dress himself up as an orc.
"Garrosh is a reckless man. Kits cannot die yet. If the inheritance of the king of Stormwind City is cut off, the tribe will be in danger. For the sake of Azeroth, I must save Kits."