Varian's ambitions grew, he became extremely persistent and hardline, and he refused to listen to any opinions.
Benedictus realized he couldn't persuade them and had no choice but to leave, utterly despairing of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
Back at the Cathedral of Light, Benedictus pondered for a long time before finally making up his mind.
Desperate to find a way to save the 100,000 innocent soldiers, Benedictus entered a basement and retrieved a Black Dragon Legion Orb.
As magic was infused, the jewel gradually lit up, and a majestic voice rang out:
"Archbishop Benedictus, have you made up your mind?"
Benedictus gritted his teeth, his face grim, but he still nodded resolutely:
"Yes, I need your help."
A king's anger may stem from the desire for a beautiful woman, or it may be driven by his own ambition.
Once everything was ready, King Varian personally led the expedition.
On this day, the people of Stormwind City took to the streets, chanting Varian's name to bid farewell to their great King.
King Varian, riding high on horseback, waved and greeted the people with a smile.
Expanding territory and expelling foreign tribes is the responsibility and the greatest ideal of every monarch.
Faced with this unprecedentedly wise and benevolent ruler, many people were moved to tears, and some even fainted from excitement, never to wake up again due to extreme hunger.
Varian, a great King destined for history, is on his path to greatness.
The Stormwind City Harbor was filled with thousands of sails as the people watched the King lead his soldiers onto the ships. In their hearts, the Kingdom of Stormwind was about to usher in another victory.
However, can a war that exhausts the nation's resources truly carve out a new world?
Most people were unaware of all this; the news they received daily consisted only of continuous victories and reports of triumphs, which was insufficient to discern the state of the kingdom.
One glorious victory after another brought increasingly difficult times. In Stormwind City, even some noble families struggled to feed themselves, and the entire kingdom was shrouded in hunger.
However, encouraged by the Peace Dove, the people of Kingdom of Stormwind felt an unprecedented sense of pride and honor, grateful to live in such a great era.
Compared to the uneventful and dull life under the Black Dragon Princess's rule, this is the kind of life the people of Kingdom of Stormwind yearn for.
Varian personally led an army of 50,000 from Stormwind City Harbor, landed at Southshore, and joined the 50,000 troops exiled there.
Before setting off, Varian made a point of visiting Thoradin's Wall.
The Thoradin's Wall is the greatest wonder of the Hillsbrad Foothills. Centuries ago, humans built this massive wall to defend against the threat of the northern Trolls.
Later, the Trolls were defeated by the combined forces of the High Elves and humans, and the ancient city wall lost its purpose. After many years without repair, the wall became mottled and dilapidated.
The land on both sides of the city wall originally belonged to humans, but the invasion of the Orcs changed everything. The once glorious kingdom became ruins, the city was burned down, and countless people were slaughtered.
Gazing at this ancient city wall, touching the mottled marks of swords, spears, and axes, Varian's eyes welled with tears. Beneath this wall, where the blood of his ancestors flowed, he solemnly swore:
"The glory of our ancestors will be restored in my hands. I swear, in my lifetime, humanity will once again be the masters of this land, at all costs, for the Alliance, for Azeroth."
Robbie stood atop the Thoradin's Wall, gazing at the triumphant King Varian, his feelings a mixture of emotions.
Human nature is difficult to judge using ordinary standards of good and evil. No king is born incompetent; there are only those who are incapable and easily deceived.
In a complex and ever-changing situation, it depends on who has the better skills and who has the better luck.
Unfortunately, luck wasn't on Varian's side, and he had to find a way to turn the situation around and minimize his losses.
Robbie made up his mind and, like a great bird, floated down from the city wall, slowly landing in front of King Varian.
"Alarm! Assassin!"
Numerous guards surrounded Varian asked nervously:
"Who are you?"
Robbie stood on Void, like a god, and spoke with a majestic voice:
"King of Stormwind City, I can hear the voices of all the Restless Souls, and I hereby warn you that Undercity has long laid a trap, waiting for you to walk right into it."
Varian frowned slightly, then relaxed a little and asked:
"You're a general of the Scourge? How can I trust you?"
Robbie smiled. "King Majesty, I will prove to you that you did encounter a High Elf woman at Grand Duke Alpha's villa."
Varian was taken aback; how could someone have overheard this? But then he relaxed, and sneered:
"I had many guards with me that day, so it's not surprising that people overheard my conversation."
Robbie calmly replied, "Do you know the woman's true identity?"
Varian was stunned, bit his lip, and couldn't answer for a long time.
After that night, Varian longed for the mysterious woman. Her hazy figure tormented him, making him yearn to see her again.
Unfortunately, the beauty had already left, leaving behind only a letter and an appointment with King Varian to meet in Undercity.
Robbie sighed and said:
"Foolish King, that woman is Sylvanas Windrunner. She used magic and words to bewitch you, demanding that you reclaim Undercity for her, on the condition that these 100,000 innocent soldiers be used as bribes to Varimathras."
"Impossible, you're lying."
The beauty he had longed for turned out to be a cruel, ruthless, and rotten Dark Lady. Varian felt greatly insulted and drew his sword to strike.
Robbie didn't move, letting the sword strike him.
A strange thing happened. The next moment, Varian found the sword in Robbie's hand, the tip pointed at his throat, and all the guards around him were subdued.
Varian turned pale, sensing a threat to his life.
Robbie said coldly, "Varian, killing you would be easy for me, but it would be pointless. I just hope you're smart enough not to fall into Thrall and Sylvanas's trap."
Having said that, Robbie returned the sword to Varian and drifted away.
Do your best and leave the rest to fate. Faced with an inevitable tragedy, this is all Robbie can do.
Varian, still shaken, recalled Robbie's words and increasingly felt that they might be the truth.
"That person I met that night might really be Sylvanas. No wonder she's so Mastery in music and military strategy. Compared to her, I'm just a child!"
Throughout the journey, Varian kept pondering, caught in a dilemma.
"Should we just retreat like this? We've plundered the food supplies of Stormwind City's people, causing countless families to be torn apart and driven to despair, only to return empty-handed and become a laughingstock. How will future generations view me? They'll probably see me as an incompetent clown."
Varian was unwilling to give up. When he returned to Southshore and looked at the endless camp with countless flags fluttering in the wind, Varian suddenly felt confident.
"I am the great King Varian, with such a powerful army, what is there to fear? I cut through thorns and brambles, invincible and fearless, overcoming all difficulties."
"Now that we know of Thrall and Sylvanas's conspiracy and the trap within Undercity, we might as well turn the tables on them. How can Varimathras, a mere pawn, possibly stop my grand scheme?"
Varian had made up his mind, and his army of 100,000 marched toward Undercity.