"I am really not King Varian."
Daolin Grace was an honest young man, and he said in detail:
"I am the son of a rancher in the Westfall. Someone spread rumors that the Scourge was plotting to destroy the world. The Argent Crusade was fighting a hard-fought and glorious battle against the Scourge. In the end, that person was driven out, which moved me, so I followed him, only to find out that the world was on the verge of destruction."
Westfall is not under Stormwind City's control; it is a paradise untouched by war, free from heavy corvée labor and taxes, where people live happy and peaceful lives.
The Peace Dove's propaganda team once entered the Westfall, attempting to incite the people to join the Argent Crusade, but unfortunately, the results were not good.
A naive young man like Daolin Grace actually believed the lies of the Peace Dove. There aren't many people like that left in Kingdom of Stormwind, since those who did have already been eaten by the Orcs.
Rhonin said firmly, "King Varian, your memory is faulty. Rest assured, we will find a way to resolve this. Believe me, you are King Varian."
Daolin Grace scratched his head. "Impossible. King Varian is 98 meters tall, works over 5,000 hours a day, and is the Guardian of Kingdom of Stormwind. How could I possibly be the revered King Varian?"
"What an innocent child," Rhonin thought, having no other choice but to reveal his identity. "I am Rhonin, the leader of Dalaran, and this is Jaina, the Queen of Theramore. Do you think we would make a mistake?"
"You're Rhonin?"
Daolin Grace scrutinized the unremarkable-looking Rhonin, a smirk playing on his lips.
"Impossible! Everyone says Rhonin's fist is bigger than Mammoth's, and he could blow Deathwing with one punch. You must be lying to me."
He looked at Jaina carefully again, then smiled and shook his head:
"I've always heard that Queen Jaina of Theramore is incredibly beautiful and eternally youthful. How could she be an old auntie? No, no, this is absurd! I don't believe it, I don't believe it!"
You're saying I'm an old auntie?
Jaina clenched her fists in anger, her palms radiating Frost flames. It took her a long time to calm down, reminding herself that she had to prioritize the greater good and decided not to stoop to his level.
Thrall, nibbling on the Dalaran Mages's arm, walked over laughing:
"You truly are King Varian, absolutely. I am Thrall, the Savior. If I say you are, then you are, even if you aren't."
Upon seeing Thrall's ferocious appearance and the mangled, bloody human arm, Daolin Grace was so terrified he almost screamed.
"Don't come any closer! What a horrible beast this is, just like those disgusting overseers. Everyone says Thrall, the Savior, is kind and benevolent, a first-rate hero of Azeroth, standing 330 meters tall, the same height as Archimonde. How could you have such a terrifying and ugly appearance? You're lying to me, you must be lying to me."
"How dare you call me a beast, and say I'm ugly?"
Thrall was furious and opened his blood-red maw to bite Daolin, but Vol'jin stopped him, and Thrall gave up.
Daolin closed his eyes and murmured, "This must be a dream, and the worst nightmare at that. Let me just be a miner."
Rhonin frowned, waved his hand, and without Daolin's consent, several Stormwind City guards rushed over and helped Daolin change into a magnificent King robe.
Although Daolin's appearance was exceptionally handsome and didn't resemble Varian's, this didn't faze the Dalaran mage.
With the help of several Archmages, various magical items were applied to Daolin's face, quickly transforming him into someone who bore a striking resemblance to King Varian.
The Kingdom of Stormwind needs a King, and whether it's really Varian or not doesn't matter.
The Dalaran Mages kept trying to persuade Daolin, tired of it all, had no choice but to accept reality and acknowledge that he was King Varian.
Wyrmrest Temple.
Alexstrasza, the Red Dragon Queen, narrowed her eyes slightly as she sized up the Emissary before her.
Compared to the enormous and bloated Red Dragon Queen, the Emissary was like a little mouse in the tiger's mouth. However, the Red Dragon Queen was well aware of the Emissary's strength and was even more wary of his identity, so she dared not be disrespectful.
"Return, revered divine Emissary. Please give my regards to Elune. For ten thousand years, we have done so much for Moon Goddess, but what have we received in return? Only death and sacrifice."
The Emissary said bluntly, "Alexstrasza, you should know your place and status. This is not a request, but a command from the Moon Goddess. You have no choice."
The Red Dragon Queen shook her enormous head and said sadly, "At Mount Hyjal, we lost most of our people and are no longer able to serve Elune."
The Emissary smiled slyly and clapped his hands lightly.
Thirty enormous figures flew into the air; these were thirty Adult Red Dragons, but their eyes held a green Fel, and they breathed Flame and Fel.
The Red Dragon Queen's gaze sharpened, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "Damn it, how could they treat my people like this?"
This is not a real Red Dragon, but Fel Demon Dragon that has been resurrected from the dead.
The Emissary coldly said, "Red Dragon Queen, you were trying to create Fel Demon Dragons ten thousand years ago, but you failed and only created a bunch of useless trash. We merely fulfilled your wish. The Elune ordered the Red Dragonflight to attack the Wrathgate, but the Red Dragonflight were not the main force."
Thirty Fel Demon Dragons danced around the Wyrmrest Temple. The Red Dragon Queen, sensing the immense power within these Demon Dragons, asked sarcastically, "What, is Elune, worried that these Demon Dragons will tarnish her reputation?"
The Emissary, slightly angered, threatened, "Watch your words, Red Dragon Queen. Fel Demon Dragons are, after all, creations of the Burning Legion. They must operate under the banner of the Red Dragonflight for convenience. Red Dragon Queen, Elune, has done all you can. You wouldn't refuse, would you?"
The Red Dragon Queen sighed helplessly; she knew very well that she had no choice.
Thrall was unaware of the secret agreement between the Emissary and the Red Dragon Queen. After Daolin admitted that he was King Varian, Thrall immediately began to take action.
The first event was a rally to mark the start of the campaign, where 100,000 troops gathered on the plains, waiting to hear King Varian's speech.
Although he only stayed in Dalaran for a few days, Daolin's outlook on life and the world underwent a tremendous change. He then realized that those sanctimonious heroes, high-ranking Kings and leaders, and so-called great Saviors were all filthy bastards.
Countless lies, hypocrisy, cruelty, ruthless massacres, betrayals, and treason.
To these important figures, these things seem to be commonplace.
Daolin climbed onto the high platform and looked down at the endless 100,000 soldiers. Daolin heart was filled with emotion, his nose tingled, and tears almost fell.
These were the people of Kingdom of Stormwind, who launched a war to defend the kingdom's dignity and ensure the continuation of House Wrynn's rule.
Unfortunately, what did they get in return? Only betrayal and treachery.
In front of Daolin was a sound Magic Circle, which ensured that his voice could be heard by the 100,000-strong army. His speech had been drafted long ago and was placed aside.
Daolin picked up his speech and began in a measured tone:
"Warriors of Kingdom of Stormwind, the Scourge is plotting to destroy the world. Azeroth is in grave danger. It is time to take up your weapons and fight for Azeroth."
"I came to Northrend just like you, for this great purpose. Now I tell you, we've all been fooled. It's a lie by Thrall and Tirion Fordring; they're all big liars."