The army passed through the Dalaran Kingdom, a once-famous magical kingdom that had been completely devoured by the Orcs. All they could see along the way were the ruins of countless villages.
Unfortunately, the Dalaran Mages have never dared to seek revenge, and Dalaran remains an accomplice of the Orcs.
Varian couldn't help but sigh, lamenting the many calamities the Orcs had brought to Azeroth.
The army entered Silverpine Forest, Varian saw the towering Greymane Wall in the distance, a mocking smile playing on his lips.
Varian had always looked down on this country hiding behind high walls. Chaos was the perfect opportunity for heroes to rise and make their mark, while staying indoors would only lead to their slow demise.
Varian considered many things: if he reclaimed Undercity and conquered Silvermoon City, should he also take Gilneas into his possession?
Otherwise, with vast swathes of land in Lordaeron beyond the reach of the Kingdom of Stormwind, wouldn't that just be a free boon to King Genn Greymane?
This is truly the trouble that follows victory!
The army of 100,000 was not hindered and entered Tirisfal Glades smoothly, approaching Undercity.
From the outside, Undercity appears no different from any other day, as silent as a ghost town.
Varian recalled the last time he entered Undercity, five years after the Dark Portal, when Stormwind City was conquered by the Orcs and the kingdom fell.
Young Varian, led by Ser Lothar, sought help from the Kingdom of Lordaeron.
This should have been one of the most unforgettable memories of his life, but strangely, Varian had no recollection of it at all, as if this part of his memory had always been missing.
Shaking his head, Varian didn't think too much about it. With a major battle imminent, he needed to plan carefully.
Varian divided his 100,000-strong army into three parts, forming a defensive triangle, and stationed them in Nightmare Vale near Undercity. To prevent a repeat of the tragedy of the Wrathgate, the army chose to camp on higher ground whenever possible.
Not long after the Alliance army arrived, Thrall led the Horde army to the scene.
The Orcs haven't had time to replenish their ranks yet; Thrall only brought two thousand Orcs, plus a small number of Forsaken, Tauren, Trolls, Blood Elves, bringing the total to just over three thousand.
Varian even had an impulse to wipe out the Horde, kill Thrall, his biggest threat, and then attack Undercity.
But upon learning that Jaina was accompanied by Thrall and stayed by his side, he immediately abandoned the idea, as none of the Court Mages Varian brought could Pain Suppression Jaina.
Soon, Thrall Faction a messenger, agreeing to cooperate with the Alliance in battle three days later. The Horde would attack Undercity from the main gate, while the Alliance would attack from the sewers.
Things seem to be progressing very smoothly; three thousand soldiers are enough to attack Undercity.
Even if Varimathras had set traps within Undercity, such losses were still manageable compared to an army of 100,000.
After that, Varian could easily wipe out the Horde. Although with Jaina's teleportation spell, killing Thrall would be impossible, he could at least drive the Horde out of the Eastern Kingdoms.
Thinking of Sylvanas Windrunner, King Varian grew increasingly furious at being fooled. Conquering Undercity and leaving the Forsaken was the greatest punishment he could inflict on her.
Three days later, the battle for Undercity officially began.
Varian, relying on the many Court Mages around him and for his own ideals, personally led his troops to attack Undercity.
Before the battle began, Varian delivered a speech to boost morale.
"Warriors of the Alliance, now is our chance to attack Undercity! We will personally defeat all our enemies and reclaim Lordaeron for the Alliance."
Varian deliberately delayed, and the Alliance's three thousand troops only entered the sewers after the Horde war had begun. Varian was not in a hurry, but was very worried about Varimathras's trap.
The torches illuminated the dark sewers of Undercity, startling a large number of bats.
The Forsaken do not have excretory functions and do not need water to clean their bodies. After Sylvanas took over Undercity, the sewers were basically abandoned.
Strangely, there were no traps within Undercity, and even few resistance fighters; only some mindless Undead creatures slightly hindered the Alliance's progress.
These low-level Undead creatures are failed attempts to transform the Forsaken; they have low combat power and are generally used as cannon fodder.
Protected by numerous Royal Guards, King Varian charged ahead with unstoppable momentum, Execute countless Undead.
Is this the resistance of Undercity? And where is the so-called trap?
The battle went too smoothly, leaving Varian bewildered. Soon, the three thousand-strong army reached the Royal Quarter, suffering minimal losses except for a few soldiers who had fallen.
The Battle of Undercity seems to be coming to an end. Although Varimathras is a Dreadlord, his individual strength is not great.
Varian didn't want to offend the Burning Legion; he just wanted to drive them out of Undercity.
The Alliance stormed into Undercity's Royal Quarter, where Varian was astonished to find Varimathras floating in mid-air, with the Royal Apothecary Society beside him.
On the opposite side stood Thrall's Horde, fewer than expected, with fewer than five hundred soldiers. Thrall looked smug, seemingly waiting for something.
Upon meeting King Varian, Thrall grinned, revealing a ferocious smile:
"King Varian, it is a pleasure to have you in Undercity. I knew you would not disappoint me. Whenever the Horde faces dire straits, there are always human Kings who step forward to help us out of our predicament. Your father, King Llane, and King Terenas of Lordaeron, and now it is your turn, my dear Varian. Human Kings are good friends of the Orcs."
Varian chuckled dismissively, "Thrall, you won't be laughing for long."
Strangely, only Jaina, who had a blank expression, was by Thrall's side Sylvanas was not there, which disappointed Varian.
Thrall laughed heartily, "Varian, don't you understand? Orgrimmar is currently short of military rations, and you've delivered the flesh and blood of 100,000 humans to us just in time."
Varian, "I don't understand where your confidence comes from. Without Jaina, you won't be leaving Undercity."
The Dreadlord Varimathras was somewhat displeased. "Have you all forgotten? I am the master of Undercity! Haha, here we come again for my favorite part: dividing the spoils."
Varimathras's Evil gaze swept across the entire area:
"Thrall, the flesh and blood of one hundred thousand humans belong to you, their bones to Sylvanas, to become materials for forging the Forsaken. I may also offer some souls as a reward to Sylvanas. As for you, King Varian."
Varimathras pondered for a moment, then chuckled wickedly and said:
"Because of your outstanding contributions to the Horde, you will get what you want. I guarantee that you will become a great emperor comparable to Emperor Thoradin, with countless people spreading your name, and you will shine brightly in human history."
Varian laughed heartily:
"Varimathras, your joke is hilarious, Thrall. Today is your end, prepare to die!"
At King Varian's command, he led the Charge, attacking Thrall's Horde.
Varimathras gave a sinister smile, Varian suddenly felt weak all over, unable to hold his sword. Looking around, he saw that the soldiers around him were also falling to the ground.