While Jaina went to see Thrall, Sylvanas secretly found Garrosh.
After his disastrous defeat at the Wrathgate, Garrosh fled to Doras. The defeat dealt him a heavy blow, leaving him devastated and almost causing him to give up his quest for the Warchief position.
Fortunately, Doras did not give up on him, believing that Garrosh was a very valuable investment.
"Garrosh, you must understand that noble blood flows in your veins. What do a few defeats matter? Thrall, the so-called Savior, was chased around by the Scourge and suffered a miserable fate. Even after he inherited the Warchief position, he experienced more defeats than victories. The rise of great figures is not based on a series of victories, but on perseverance and an indomitable spirit."
Doras's words of encouragement restored Garrosh's confidence. The path to kingship is paved with countless bones; what do the deaths of tens of thousands of Orcs matter?
But now that Thrall holds the initiative, he needs a good opportunity to rise again.
Sylvanas's arrival gave Garrosh an opportunity.
Upon hearing Sylvanas's account of the information obtained from the Halls of Reflections, Garrosh, though somewhat skeptical, saw this as a good opportunity and declared loudly: He was prepared to lose.
"Thrall is an Imp. He can't afford to lose anymore and will never dare to act rashly. Only I, Garrosh, am qualified to be the Warchief Horde. The Lich King, I'm determined to be him."
The vast economic backing of Doras is Garrosh's guarantee of confidence.
Sylvanas was very displeased that Garrosh was trying to seize the Lich King's throne, but she didn't show it and secretly made a mental note of it.
Sylvanas subtly changed the subject. "We need the Alliance's cooperation. I heard that Tirion Fordring has already headed to Stormwind City, hoping to persuade King Varian."
Stormwind City Harbor.
Despite being surrounded by numerous guards, King Varian was still in a state of turmoil, anxiously gazing towards the harbor.
Tirion Fordring, leader of the Argent Crusade, advocate of the Holy Light, and the greatest hero of our time who twice defeated the Lich King Arthas, visits Stormwind City.
King Varian was unsure how to handle the situation, so he could only follow his subordinates' instructions and personally go to Stormwind City Harbor to welcome Tirion Fordring.
Ships sailed into Stormwind City Harbor, and large contingents of Argent Crusade soldiers disembarked. Each soldier was clad in gleaming armor and exuded a powerful aura; they were all elite members of the Argent Crusade.
There were a full thousand soldiers of the Argent Crusade. Varian was taken aback; there were quite a few of them!
Varian was only accompanied by a hundred royal guards, but then he thought again that Tirion Fordring was, after all, a great hero and a human, so he should be fine.
Tirion Fordring gazed at King Varian in the distance, recalling Thrall's visit the day before. He abandoned his previous arrogance and said a few kind words, warmly proposing to cooperate with Tirion Fordring.
This made Tirion Fordring feel the warmth of spring. He instinctively feared the Orcs, but any warmth Orcs gave him brought him immense comfort.
So Tirion Fordring put down his glass and agreed to cooperate with Thrall.
Tirion Fordring approached Varian, and a subordinate brought out a footstool. Tirion Fordring deliberately stood on the footstool, looking down at the King of Stormwind City, who was wearing a thick gray fur coat that made him particularly conspicuous.
"The King of Stormwind City, is that it? Do you know what I'm wearing?"
Tirion Fordring's rudeness displeased Varian, but he still politely inquired, "This leather coat is quite exquisite; would you mind telling me its origin, Sir Tirion Fordring?"
Tirion Fordring said smugly, "This leather coat is one of a kind in the world. It was made from the fur of a hundred Tuskarr chieftains, and their souls were sealed inside the coat with dark magic."
Varian's heart sank upon hearing this. Everyone said Tirion Fordring was a bright and Justice man, but he never expected that his hands were stained with the blood of innocent people; he was simply a ruthless Butcher.
Tirion Fordring sized up Varian with ill intent and said menacingly:
"But this leather jacket isn't finished yet; it needs some special leather for the lining."
Tirion Fordring's arrogance pushed Varian to his breaking point, and he angrily rebuked him:
"Enough, Tirion Fordring. What are you doing in Stormwind City? If you have nothing to do, please leave. Stormwind City doesn't welcome you."
Tirion Fordring grabbed Ashbringer from his back, the sword tip pointing unceremoniously at King Varian:
"Azeroth is now facing a life-or-death crisis. The Argent Crusade and the Horde are fighting a bloody battle against the Scourge in Northrend. You, as the King of Stormwind City and the leader of the Alliance, are indulging in pleasure and failing to make progress. On behalf of all living beings in Azeroth, I demand justice from you."
"Justice?"
Varian was about to retort when he saw his guards leave him one by one, and a thousand Argent Crusade soldiers surrounded him, leaving Varian all alone.
"Wait, Tirion Fordring, we can talk about it," Varian said in a humble voice.
Tirion Fordring raised Ashbringer as if to strike him down, and shouted a threat:
"Varian, you traitor to humanity, I will personally skin you to make a lining for this leather coat, and seal your soul within it. This is the consequence of opposing the Orcs; all who dare to defy the Orcs deserve to die."
Varian trembled with fear, his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, begging for mercy.
Just then, a sound came from a large ship nearby:
"Tirion Fordring, don't attack yet, I have something to say."
Thrall stepped off the ship, followed by a large group of Orcs guards.
Tirion Fordring immediately bowed his head and looked at Thrall with the fawning gaze of a lapdog.
Thrall grinned widely, a ferocious smile spreading across his face:
"Varian, do you know that whenever we Orcs face difficulties, a human King steps forward to help us out of our predicament? Now, Orgrimmar is severely lacking in food, and the hungry Orcs cannot save Azeroth. We plead for the support of Kingdom of Stormwind."
A document was presented to Varian hurriedly took it, read its contents, and was so frightened he almost screamed.
This is a King decree claiming that the Orcs Consecration everything to save the world, and humans must Consecration their flesh and blood in order to be worthy of living in this world.
In the name of the King, the people of Kingdom of Stormwind are ordered to pay Flesh Tax, with one person from every two people contributing as tax contributors. They must be between fifteen and sixty years old, and any disobedience will be considered treason.
Varian's hands trembled, his mind buzzed, and he didn't know whether he should sign the royal decree.
Thrall comforted him from the side:
"Your King, you need not feel pressured. Back then, King Terenas worried that we Orcs wouldn't have enough to eat, so he tacitly allowed us to plunder the people of Lordaeron. History is fair; Terenas remains a great King."
Varian's mind went blank. He didn't understand a word Thrall. Instinctively, he picked up the seal, stamped the King decree, and signed his name.
Thrall carefully reviewed the decree and nodded in satisfaction.
"Very good, Varian. You are still the King of Stormwind City. Let us begin levying the Flesh Tax in Stormwind City. Believe me, we will have the people's enthusiastic support. For Azeroth."
"For Azeroth," Tirion Fordring echoed quietly.