Chapter nine hundred and eighty fifth: the wrath of vengeance
After Robbie's order was passed on, most of the 50,000 soldiers expressed their homesickness and wanted to return to the Kingdom of Stormwind. Robbie understood this and was willing to provide ships and food.
Interestingly, most of the generals chose to stay, which surprised Robbie.
You must know that taking refuge in the Scourge Legion was actually forced by the situation and was not a crime of war. If you return to the Kingdom of Stormwind, you will most likely be able to regain power and enjoy a wealthy life.
General Hippoly, who severely wounded Garrosh, was the one who chose to stay. Hippoly went to see Duke Bolvar, and upon meeting he said:
"Duke Bolvar, send 50,000 troops to the ship. My duty has been completed and I have nothing to do with the Kingdom of Stormwind anymore. I ask the Duke to take more care of you in the future."
The Duke asked General Hippoly to sit down and asked rather puzzledly:
"The general seriously injured Garrosh in the battle. He is a rare general. Now that the Kingdom of Stormwind is experiencing frequent wars, it is a good opportunity to make achievements. Why do you stay in a place like this?"
Hippoly smiled and said: "The new king of Stormwind City has succeeded to the throne, and the Dove of Peace is still in control of the situation. How can it be used if it only has all its abilities? I'm afraid it will really become the orcs' military rations next time."
Duke Bolvar felt the same way, and the two of them couldn't help but sigh and expressed concern about the future of the alliance.
Northrend's 50,000-strong army wanted to return to Stormwind City, and the news quickly spread to Stormwind Bastion.
The dwarf Tyrion from the Dove of Peace has now become King Varian's most trusted confidant. Although his official position is only court scholar, he is still the first person under the king.
After receiving the news, Tyrion was overjoyed. He held the letter high and hurried to the throne room, shouting as he ran: "Your Majesty, you are so happy. Our brave soldiers are coming back. An army of 50,000. An army of 50,000."
ah."
King Varian looked puzzled, lowered his head and asked:
"Where did the fifty thousand troops come from?"
Tyrion hurriedly explained: "Your Majesty the King, a few days ago, you personally led an army of 50,000 to conquer the Zul'Drak Empire. As a result, you accidentally encountered an ambush by the Scourge."
Varian then recalled it and felt even more strange: "I remember that the 50,000-strong army had been completely wiped out, and I finally managed to break out."
Tyrion was quite embarrassed, and after a long while he whispered: "Your Majesty, the 50,000-strong army was captured by the Scourge. Now that the main force of the Scourge mysteriously disappeared, we let them come back."
After hearing this, Varian became angry and slammed the table:
"Back then, I was under siege. Thanks to the royal guards fighting desperately and Jaina arriving in time, I was able to break out of the siege safely. I thought that the 50,000-strong army fought bravely and sacrificed their lives for the country. Haha, it turned out that they just surrendered to the Scourge.
, I really let down my king."
Tyrion didn't know how to explain it. It was just that the false memory he had weaved was too real, so he could only patiently persuade:
"Your Majesty the King, the Kingdom of Stormwind is in urgent need of people. Although the main force of the Scourge has disappeared, there are still countless minions left, which must be eliminated. My suggestion is to have an army of 50,000 land in Durotar to assist Thrall, the savior, in his expedition to Northen.
Virtue, wipe out the remnants of natural disasters."
Varian was furious and didn't want to see the 50,000-strong army, but when he heard about the savior Thrall, his expression suddenly darkened and he said fiercely:
"A group of humble traitors, those who are qualified to enter Orgrimmar, pass on my order and order these five armies to sail into Nanhai Town, confront the Forgotten, and provide supplies on their own."
Tyrion looked helpless, but he didn't dare to talk back, so he could only agree.
According to the rules of the Azeroth Continental Alliance, no matter whether they die in battle or are defeated and captured, they are all great heroes.
But Varian, who comes from another world, has a different idea and believes that defeat is a shame.
Compared to Kits, who was previously indecisive, Varian has his own opinions and opinions. He is stubborn and stubborn. Once he makes a decision, it is difficult to be persuaded.
Varian stood up, paced back and forth beside the throne, and sneered:
"The defeat of Zul'Drak is the shame of my life. Now that the main force of the Scourge has mysteriously disappeared, leaving only some low-level minions, this is a great opportunity for me to take revenge. I will send an order to mobilize a hundred thousand troops, and I will personally conquer Northrend."
Tyrion was horrified after hearing this. Regardless of the king's character, he hurriedly advised: "Your Majesty, it is difficult for the Kingdom of Stormwind to gather a hundred thousand troops now."
Varian's eyes widened and he said sternly:
"If there are not enough soldiers, we will recruit adventurers. If there are not enough adventurers, we will forcibly recruit farmers, even women, children, and the elderly. In short, in three days, I will definitely see an army of 100,000 people. No one can stop me from taking revenge on the Scourge."
anger."
Tyrion knew that once King Varian made up his mind, no one could shake his decision, so he had no choice but to accept the order.
Three days will soon pass, and the day of delivery is coming.
Tyrion frowned. Although Tyrion worked hard and everyone in the Dove of Peace worked together, they were still far away from the 100,000-strong army.
After losing 70,000 troops in Northrend one after another, Stormwind City's national strength is no longer what it used to be.
A grand ball is being held in a luxurious manor in Elwynn Forest. Although the kingdom is in crisis, the nobles are still living a life of luxury.
Tyrion's short figure passed under the skirts of girls and ladies, causing exaggerated screams. He had no intention of flirting with the women, and took a glass of wine and drank it gloomily.
"It seems you have something on your mind!"
A figure with a black cloth covering his face approached Tyrion. In the upper class of the Kingdom of Stormwind, there was only one person dressed in this way, Grand Duke Alpha.
There is a rumor among noble ladies that under this black cloth, there is a peerless beauty that is rare in the world.
Tyrion just drank wine and whispered:
"Grand Duke, you know my difficulty. How can I prepare a hundred thousand troops in three days? Most of the adventurers have joined the Silver Northern Expedition. Recruiting farmers is one way, but the time given to me is too short. I think His Majesty the King is
Deliberately making things difficult for me."
Grand Duke Alpha smiled and said: "You look down upon our king. I think he just doesn't understand and thinks that it's easy to raise an army of 100,000 people."
Tyrion smiled bitterly and shook his head: "The king doesn't understand, but he refuses to listen to our advice. He will only stick to his own opinions. I miss the King of the Night's Watch a little. At least the Night's Watch is still willing to progress and learn."
The Grand Duke casually grabbed a handful on the lap of the passing lady, eliciting a burst of crisp laughter. He put his hand to the mask, smelled it, and asked in a low voice: "How many soldiers do you have now?"
Tyrion replied: "More than thirty thousand."
The Grand Duke said "Oh" and chuckled: "More than 30,000 soldiers walked in front of the king three times and were reviewed, which is 100,000. Don't worry, our king doesn't understand anything."
When Tyrion heard this, his eyebrows suddenly lit up and he was in a good mood. His eyes swept over the ball, looking for tonight's prey.
Once the three-day deadline came, the port of Stormwind City was filled with thousands of sails and became a busy mess.
King Varian personally led an army of 100,000 to conquer Northrend, and the news quickly spread throughout Azeroth.