The success of the Silver Crusade made Garrosh extremely ambitious. His goal was to learn from Vol'jin and turn Varian into the second Tirion Fordring!
When he actually took action, Garrosh found that it was not that difficult and it was much smoother than he imagined.
After being treated by the shaman, King Varian recovered from his injuries. Surrounded by the royal guards, he ordered the entire army to lay down their weapons. Anyone who disobeyed the order would be punished with treason.
The majesty of the royal family still exists, and there are very few resisters.
Human soldiers without weapons were gathered together like sheep, driven by royal guards and orcs, and worked hard for the orcs every day.
When Garrosh was short of military rations, he selected some soldiers and entered the slaughterhouse.
Then there is the propaganda of Dove of Peace, which constantly instills in ordinary soldiers the greatness, kindness, justice, and kindness of the orcs, and their outstanding contributions to saving Azeroth.
The Dove of Peace constantly preaches that being eaten by orcs is an honor and a symbol of peace between the Alliance and the Horde, and everything is to save Azeroth!
It didn't take long for him to gain support from "the majority of soldiers". Secretly granted by the Dove of Peace, soldiers continued to give speeches, claiming how glorious it was to be eaten by orcs.
King Varian has made similar speeches many times, and cited real examples, claiming that the previous kings, King Llane and King Terenas of Lordaeron, had set good examples and were torn to pieces and eaten alive by orcs.
Yes, this is the great tradition of mankind.
"We humans are born to be eaten by orcs."
Varian said this. In the cold wind of Northrend, his expression was solemn, majestic, and very convincing:
"The orcs have sacrificed everything to save Azeroth. To this end, the tauren, pandaren, and Zandalari trolls have all volunteered their flesh and blood. What a great honor and noble sentiment this is. As a human being in Azeroth,
A member of Lars should also have this noble consciousness.
"Soldiers, don't let yourself become the sinners of history. When your descendants mention it, you should proudly declare that we have been food for the orcs for generations. We have contributed to Azeroth. I am proud, I am proud.
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Under the terrible high-pressure rule, the rebels were brutally suppressed, and the thirty thousand soldiers finally accepted their fate and consciously became the slaves and military rations of the orcs.
Garrosh is not satisfied yet, he wants to turn the Kingdom of Stormwind, and even the entire Alliance, into a source of meat for the orcs.
In order to fulfill Garrosh's wish, King Varian sent a letter back to Stormwind City, ordering the recruitment of farmers.
Icecrown Citadel.
Kel'Thuzad was shaking with rage as he read the captured letters from the king.
"I really didn't expect that Varian would be such a person. He has gone even further than Fording. If he really succeeds, the alliance will be doomed. It seems that we must take action."
Robbie sighed. Unless you experience some things personally, you will never know the cruel truth and how many ridiculous lies there are in history.
I still remember the evaluations of King Varian by later generations, all of them were great, just, brave, and had countless words of praise.
But who knows, there will be times when he betrays his country and people and bows to the orcs.
"The time has come, it's time to take action." Robbie said seriously.
Kel'Thuzad clenched his fists and nodded solemnly:
"Yes, the reason why we tolerate the Horde's misbehavior in Northrend is partly because of the rejection of Azeroth and the Scourge's preparations to attack the hub, and partly because of the Alliance. If the Alliance is really desperate to invade,
Icecap Bulwark, where should we go?”
Robbie said coldly: "If Varian succeeds, the Alliance will be reduced to domesticated pigs. Domesticated pigs will not fight for the safety of their masters."
Kel'Thuzad took a deep breath:
"Let's get started and let the tribe taste the wrath of the natural disaster."
Dreadnaught Fortress, late at night, while Garrosh was dreaming of unifying Azeroth, there was a sudden burst of noise, followed by countless wailing and begging for mercy.
Garrosh looked unhappy and was about to go out to check when a guard hurried in:
"General, what's wrong, it's the Scourge Legion that has entered the Fearless Fortress."
"What, the Scourge?"
He had long heard that the main force of the Scourge had mysteriously disappeared, leaving only some low-level minions. Garrosh was not worried and hurriedly grabbed Gorehowl.
When the opportunity comes to make a great contribution, it is best to kill a natural disaster general, make a specimen of him, and transport him back to Orgrimmar, so that he can be praised by future generations and become famous throughout the ages.
Garrosh came to the window and looked down, and was immediately frightened out of his wits.
There are not many soldiers sent by the Scourge Legion, only a few thousand, and they are the lowest level of ghouls.
But each of these ghouls is more than three meters tall, with a terrifying cold light flashing in their eyes, a metallic sheen on their skin, and sharp claws like blades. If they rush into the fortress, they will be killed.
The orc soldiers seemed to be made of paper and could not be blocked by anyone they encountered.
The natural disaster soldiers have hard leather, and ordinary swords, axes and magic attacks have no effect. They are natural killing machines with no expression at all. They just slaughter in an orderly manner and leave no one alive. Some orcs kneel on the ground and cry for mercy, but they still
were mercilessly killed.
The fortress was littered with corpses of orcs. Under this horrific massacre, the morale of the orcs, who were known for their bravery, had already collapsed and they were running away desperately.
But these ghouls run extremely fast and can jump dozens of meters away with a single stride. No orc can escape the pursuit.
Knowing that the situation was over, Garrosh hurriedly tore open a teleportation scroll and disappeared.
These ghouls only killed the orcs and ignored the human soldiers, but did not spare the traitorous royal guards and the dove of peace.
The dwarf Tyrion was beheaded, and the dwarf's body was hung on the flagpole.
In the dark basement, King Varian hid in a corner, trembling with fear. Not long after, the sound of killing outside stopped.
King Varian raised his head and saw only pairs of red eyes staring at him, a torch lit up, and ghouls standing around him.
"Your Majesty the King, I heard that you like to be eaten by orcs." A ghoul made a mechanical voice.
Varian was speechless, and the ghoul took out a teleportation scroll:
"Your Majesty the King, I will grant your wish."
In a flash of light, Varian disappeared.
In the Fearless Fortress, when the human soldiers walked out of the camp numbly, there was no orc in sight. The Scourge took away all the orc corpses.
There were large traces of blood on the ground, and countless scattered weapons and armors, as if to tell everyone that a simple killing had occurred here.
rather than war.
"The king is missing, what should we do?" The soldiers looked at each other.
Garrosh teleported to Dalaran, saw Ronin at a glance, and shouted:
"Thirty thousand, all my thirty thousand soldiers were killed. It was the Scourge Legion that did it."
Garrosh rolled his eyes and hurriedly added:
"The Scourge Legion and the Burning Legion colluded to attack my camp under cover of night. Sargeras personally took action. I slaughtered millions of Scourge soldiers, killed hundreds of thousands of demons, and wounded Sargeras. Unfortunately, the enemy was too
There are too many and we have to retreat temporarily."
Ronin turned sideways, and Garrosh saw several familiar faces.