A few fought to defend the king out of patriotism and loyalty, selflessly Consecration themselves to the Kingdom of Stormwind; but most fought for power and future prospects.
In Darkshire, Captain Bellygrub, gripping his sword hilt, roared at the Night Watch commander, Althea Eberlock:
"Foolish woman, I will no longer obey your commands. From this day forward, I will leave the Night Watch and seek my fortune in Stormwind City. Just wait, once I rescue King Varian and become the Grand Marshal of Stormwind City, I will make you kneel before me and beg for mercy."
Captain Bellygrub came from a wealthy family and was originally an officer in Stormwind City. On the eve of King Varian's attack on Undercity, Captain Beelzebub, fearing battle, led several hundred soldiers to secretly escape from Stormwind City and flee to Duskwood.
When they reached Raven Hill, the soldiers were exhausted and hungry, surrounded by the Undead, and on the verge of annihilation, they were fortunately rescued by the Night Watch.
Afterwards, Bailey led his soldiers to join the Night Watch. Coming from a wealthy family, he looked down on the lowly Night Watch. In addition, the Bailey family had shares in Booty Bay and received a large share of dividends every year. A large group of adventurers gathered around him, which led to his ambition growing.
Commander Althea gazed Anjing at the young Captain and chuckled, "Well, Captain, congratulations on your journey through Stormwind City."
Bellygrub led his main force away and recruited a large number of adventurers from Booty Bay, assembling a team of three thousand men, and hurriedly headed for Elwynn Forest.
As expected, Varian's edict caused a strong reaction in the Kingdom of Stormwind.
For the sake of Kingdom of Stormwind, to uphold the royal power of House Wrynn, and for their own future and glory, more and more people joined this war to defend the king. Like a snowball rolling downhill, the total number of people in the ranks quickly exceeded 100,000.
With everything in place, on a bright and sunny morning, Beast-Slaying Grand Marshal Garrick Padford launched the campaign to reclaim Stormwind City.
Although Garrick was nominally the leader of the coalition, each unit had its own commander, and no one respected anyone else, resulting in chaos.
Everyone knew that the first to rescue King Varian would be credited with the greatest merit, and all the commanders were urging their subordinates to advance. From the sky, the 100,000-strong army was divided into several groups, rushing towards Stormwind City as if they were going to a fair.
This battle to defend the emperor ended very quickly.
After the army entered Stormwind City, the 100,000 troops moved through the streets and alleys, crowded together, while the 2,000 Orcs and 1,000 Argent Crusade had already withdrawn from Stormwind City.
The 100,000-strong army found nothing, unable to locate the enemy. Large numbers of soldiers surged towards Stormwind Keep, and soon the magnificent royal fortress was packed with people.
The soldiers were huddled together like sardines in a can.
This fortress, briefly occupied by Orcs, was littered with garbage and excrement, and the stench of decay was nauseating. Even the dirtiest Lower City were far better than this place.
Orcs Thrall in the Throne Room, sat comfortably on the throne, Anjing reading a book.
Beside him, Portal to Orgrimmar had been opened, allowing for a safe retreat at any time.
Thrall is a biography about Emperor Thoradin, written in ancient Troll script.
Thrall didn't recognize the ancient script and didn't even realize he was holding the book upside down.
Looking at the surging human soldiers, Thrall smiled and said smugly:
"Look, look, what do I see? A pile of walking military rations. For so long, humans have only been fit to be the Orcs' military rations. King Llane of Stormwind City and King Terenas of Lordaeron have known this for a long time. Why do you rebel against this predetermined Destiny?"
"Humans, congratulations on reclaiming Kingdom of Stormwind, but as long as House Wrynn retains power, you cannot escape the Destiny of being eaten by the Orcs. Why not obediently walk to the Slaughterhouse and Consecration your flesh and blood? Face your Destiny, you will all die."
Before the soldiers could charge, Thrall laughed as he walked into the Portal.
Bang!
An accident occurred. After Thrall had half his body inside the Portal suddenly closed due to a malfunction, forcing Thrall Portal and causing him to fall beside the throne.
Soldiers surrounded him, brandishing various weapons, and stared at Thrall with predatory eyes.
Thrall's smug expression immediately crumbled, and he forced a friendly smile, "Wait, I was just joking. Humans and Orcs are friends."
"Kill him!"
The soldiers surrounded Thrall, unleashing a barrage of weapons at him, causing him to scream in agony as Thrall bones Hamstring snapped.
Just as Thrall was about to be killed, an ominous wind suddenly swept through the Throne Room, and a black feather slowly drifted down.
The feather grew larger and larger, like a thick quilt, wrapping around Thrall's bloodied and mangled body.
Boom!
Thunder roar echoed through the Throne Room as a horrific explosion emanated from Thrall, instantly obliterating hundreds of soldiers.
The once crowded Throne Room quickly became empty. The soldiers outside the blast zone turned pale and retreated, looking anxiously at the black feathers that enveloped Thrall.
A majestic voice rang out, as if Deity Descension:
"You lowly, contemptible humans, how dare you harm the great Savior Thrall! You've got a death wish!"
A black raven flew into the Throne Room, landed on the ground, and transformed into human form—it was Guardian Medivh.
Although most soldiers didn't recognize Medivh, his terrifying, inhuman strength instilled fear in everyone. Medivh didn't want to deal with ordinary soldiers and shouted:
Where is Varian?
After the army of 100,000 entered Stormwind City, Varian was rescued and changed into his usual gorgeous clothes. Unfortunately, he didn't have time to take a bath, and the smell of horse manure still lingered on him.
Although he hadn't been in this world for long, Varian already knew that the House Wrynn was able to maintain their position in Stormwind City entirely thanks to the support of the Guardian Medivh and his mother.
In the Kingdom of Stormwind of Parallel Worlds, there was no Guardian Mother and Son, so the House Wrynn's glory was only temporary, and they quickly declined amidst infighting.
Varian, with a fawning expression, said humbly:
"Varian has met the esteemed Guardian."
Medivh glanced at Varian with disdain and snorted.
"Varian, you should understand your place."
Varian replied in a humble voice, "I understand."
Medivh nodded, waving his hand as if shooing away a swarm of flies, and said:
"Very well, all of you, get out of here! Damn it, what's that smell? The stench of Orcs! Do you think Stormwind Keep is Orgrimmar?"
Medivh angrily kicked the nearly dead Thrall a few times.
Under Medivh's threat, the soldiers had no choice but to retreat from Stormwind Keep. The terrifying Medivh made the Allied leaders uneasy, like lambs to the slaughter, awaiting their Destiny.
Not long after, King Varian's decree was delivered and posted at the entrance of Stormwind Keep.
"The Kingdom of Stormwind was attacked by the Evil Scourge and was on the verge of destruction. Fortunately, 100,000 warriors of Kingdom of Stormwind fought alongside the Orcs and the Argent Crusade, defeating the Evil Scourge and saving Stormwind City. All the soldiers will be rewarded, and the generals who led the troops have been invited to the King's Banquet tonight, where they will be rewarded according to their merits."