The entire Kingdom of Stormwind united and rose up in support of the king, thus preserving the rule of House Wrynn.
But who could have imagined that they would be betrayed so quickly?
The Chaos Potion mutated these generals; Captain Grayson became a ghost, Captain Bellygrub became a giant boar, and the other commanders turned into Murloc, Ooze, Gnolls, vultures, and other strange creatures.
The banquet hall instantly transformed into a monster convention. The commanders were nearly driven mad, questioning King Varian, but all they could utter were strange, alien sounds.
No one can understand their language.
The guards of Stormwind Keep stormed in and easily captured the monsters.
Thrall, his face contorted in a grimace, clapped his hands as he strode in, looked at the pitiful commanders, and laughed mockingly:
"I told you long ago that humans were only fit to be the Orcs' rations, but you wouldn't believe me and insisted on defying your Destiny. Look at you, how pathetic and weak you are. Varian, you did well; you successfully saved Azeroth."
Varian showed a hint of pity; he hadn't yet learned to harden his heart. He waved his hand and said:
"Forget it, let them go. Don't take their lives."
These outcasts were banished from Stormwind City, and not long after, some rare creatures with names appeared on the land of Azeroth, their origins unknown.
Thrall chuckled coldly:
"King Majesty, with these commanders dealt with, our 100,000-strong army is leaderless and can be easily incorporated into your ranks. Now that the Scourge is plotting to destroy Azeroth, you need to help the Orcs Icecrown Citadel. Hmph, I want to make it clear to Arthas: if you want to destroy us Orcs, you must step over the corpses of the Alliance."
Varian was meek and submissive. Faced with the terrifying Medivh, a being capable of overthrowing a kingdom single-handedly, royal authority was utterly useless, and he could only helplessly agree.
It was already Midnight when Varian returned to his room. In the Parallel Worlds, Varian worshipped Fela, the Earth Mother.
Although the Legendary of Fela did not exist in this world, it could not stop Varian's prayers. He knelt devoutly on the ground, clasped his hands in a fist and said:
"Merciful Earth Mother Fela, your love nourishes the entire world. It is not that I am cruel or ungrateful. I was coerced and had no choice but to act. Please forgive my mistake. If God gives me another chance, I will definitely rebel against this tragic Destiny."
Prayer was merely a psychological comfort, or rather, an excuse for his cruelty; Varian did not believe a miracle would happen.
"Are you really willing to rebel?" A voice echoed in Varian's ears.
It was a man's voice, clearly not that of Earth Mother, Fela. Varian looked up in surprise, glancing around, and asked, "Who are you?"
"I will give you a choice. Your life, the life and death of the 100,000 soldiers of Stormwind City, and the million citizens of the Kingdom of Stormwind are all in your hands. I hope you will not disappoint me."
Varian was baffled and had no idea what had happened.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound came from outside the window. Varian hurriedly opened the window and saw two Archmages fighting in the sky above Stormwind Keep.
One of them was in a sorry state, with disheveled hair, a tattered gray robe, and a broken left shoulder, suffering a severe injury, yet no blood flowed out, making him seem unlike a flesh-and-blood body. This was none other than the Guardian Medivh.
The other, lurking in the shadows, unleashed a torrent of magic with a wave of his hand, causing the entire world to change color; Medivh was utterly outmatched.
Medivh roared, "Kel'Thuzad, your smugness won't last long! The Wheel of Destiny has been turned, the Scourge is doomed. This is just a draw; we'll fight again next time!"
Having said that, Medivh hurriedly used a teleportation spell to escape.
Kel'Thuzad, the Scourge.
Varian's heart skipped a beat. Everyone said the Scourge was weakened, but he never expected Kel'Thuzad to be so powerful, capable of defeating Medivh without any chance of fighting back.
He was merely Arthas's Adjutant; how powerful must the Lich King Arthas be?
Robbie's face was hidden in the shadows, appearing before Varian like a ghost.
Varian asked nervously, "Are you the Lich King Arthas?"
Robbie neither admitted nor denied it, but simply said:
"Your King, before you, many Varians have already been devoured by the Orcs. If you do just one small favor, the Scourge is willing to offer you refuge, protect you and the Kingdom of Stormwind, and ensure the continuation of House Wrynn's rule."
A green-skinned body was thrown in front of Varian; it was Thrall, who was bound tightly. Thrall's mouth was gagged, and his eyes showed a pleading look.
Robbie gestured for him to proceed. "All we need to do is kill Thrall."
"Thank you, Earth Mother Fela!"
Varian drew his sword, the tip pointing at Thrall's throat.
In that instant, Varian thought of many things, and the sword in his hand trembled slightly; he couldn't bring himself to strike.
Robbie looked at Varian's struggling expression and shook his head in disappointment.
Although Varian was a son of a fallen noble family, his years of experience in high society made him well-versed in the darker side of politics, making him an extremely intelligent man.
Smart people only do smart things.
Robbie sighed softly, "Varian, you have one night to think it over. I hope your decision won't disappoint us."
After Robbie left, Varian paced anxiously back and forth.
Killing Thrall with his own hands was his dream, but when the moment actually came, his political acumen told him that it wasn't so simple.
Thrall let out a sobbing sound, as if he had something to say.
Varian hesitated for a moment, then pulled the rag from Thrall's mouth.
Thrall knew his life hung in the balance with Varian's decision, and hurriedly advised:
"Varian, don't believe the Scourge's lies. The Scourge is an enemy of all Azeroth; they're trying to deceive you with low-level lies."
Varian frowned deeply and said loudly:
"Thrall, you can't fool me. I know the Scourge is protecting the Alliance. If it weren't for the Scourge, Stormwind City would have been taken over by the Orcs long ago, and humanity would have been wiped Orcs."
"This Varian is quite clever!" Thrall's eyes darted around, and after a moment's thought, he said:
"That's right, Varian. Although you haven't been in this world for long, your analysis is very insightful. I have never deceived you. The extinction of humanity is inevitable. The House Wrynn can only continue to exist by betraying humanity. This is your only chance."
Varian angrily drew his sword and pointed it at Thrall's throat. "So you'd become a shameless traitor to save your own life?"
Thrall sneered, "This isn't betrayal, it's a wise choice. Kel'Thuzad may have defeated Medivh, but you should know that behind the Orcs is a True God, Elune, protecting us. Someone as rational as you should know who the ultimate victor is."
Upon hearing this, Varian plopped down in his chair. Ever since entering this world, the terrifying image of Elune, had been echoing in Varian's ears.
Varian suddenly remembered something and asked, "Thrall, were the previous Varians all eaten by the Orcs?"
Thrall didn't deny it, and laughed, "Most of them were eaten by the Orcs, simply because they weren't smart enough, while you are a smart one."