Garrosh Hellscream led an army of 200,000 well-equipped Orcs, suddenly appearing near the Allied camp through the Wrathgate, which had been burned down by the Red Dragonflight.
Jaina led the main force of the allied forces to attack Icecrown Citadel. The camp was completely unprepared, and Garrosh easily breached it.
The Argent Crusade and Stormwind City's loyalist army within the camp were forced to lay down their weapons, and Thrall, Vol'jin, Eitrigg, Sylvanas, and others became prisoners.
The cruel Garrosh intended to annihilate the entire Alliance army and turn them into Tough Jerky, but the Emissary stopped him, Emissary that the attack on Icecrown Citadel required the assistance of the Alliance army.
Garrosh originally wanted to cooperate with King Varian, but the fake King Varian escaped in the chaos, so Garrosh had to settle for second best and try to persuade Jaina.
But Jaina saw through the ambush and vanished using Blink.
Garrosh had no choice but to cooperate with Tirion Fordring.
Tirion Fordring had been hanging on the flagpole for days without a drop of water, was on the verge of death from hunger. Garrosh personally took him down and offered him food and drink.
Tirion Fordring wolfed down his food, while Garrosh feigned sincerity and said:
"Tirion Fordring, you betrayed countless humans, securing vast amounts of military provisions for the Horde. You are a great hero of the Orcs. Yet, the ungrateful Thrall treats you this way. Why not cooperate with me? You will gain respect within the Horde and become a hero second only to me."
Tirion Fordring pondered for a moment, knowing that the situation was hopeless and that Thrall had suffered such a terrible fate that it was probably beyond saving. He then said ingratiatingly:
"Garrosh, in my heart, you are the true Horde the Warchief. Tirion Fordring is willing to follow you, to be your subordinate in life, and to be your loyal Undead in death."
"Very good, Tirion Fordring, I am very satisfied with you."
Garrosh patted Tirion Fordring on the shoulder warmly and gave the instructions:
"The Argent Crusade and the Stormwind City Legion are both under your command. I have become the Warchief of the Horde. What do you think is the most important thing right now?"
Tirion Fordring's eyes darted around, and he whispered a word of advice:
"Warchief, the most important thing right now is to execute Thrall, Vol'jin, Sylvanas, and the others. Once these three are dead, their Followers will fall apart, and Undercity, along with the rest of the Undercity, will be in your hands."
Garrosh stroked his fangs and pondered, "I originally intended to hold a public trial, enumerate the crimes of Thrall and the others, publicly execute them, tear them to pieces, and proclaim it to the world."
Tirion Fordring shook his head and said cautiously, "Warchief, a double can be used for the public trial, but the execution of Thrall and the others is urgent, in case anything goes wrong."
Garrosh agreed with Tirion Fordring and immediately led his men to the place where Thrall and the others were being held.
However, they were too late. Antonidas had infiltrated the camp and opened Portal, allowing Thrall and the others to escape.
Garrosh was extremely frustrated; his army was incredibly powerful, but unfortunately, it was weak in magic.
Tirion Fordring reiterated:
"Warchief, we should not engage in conflict with the Scourge before we defeat Thrall. Otherwise, if we suffer heavy losses and give Thrall a chance to regroup, the consequences will be unpredictable."
Garrosh understood this as well, and nodded, saying:
"I have no hatred for the Scourge. It was Thrall who destroyed Lordaeron and smashed King Terenas's head back then. I was still farming in Nagrand at the time. I will send someone to negotiate with the Scourge, and we will call a truce."
Tirion Fordring added from the side, "Thrall has only one destination: Undercity."
Garrosh chuckled sinisterly, "Undercity will surely be reduced to ruins by my army. I am no fool, Gul'dan."
Fortunately, Antonidas received the news in time and infiltrated the camp to rescue Thrall and the others.
Having fled in disarray to Undercity, Thrall, furious, said to Sylvanas:
"Dark Lady, Garrosh's arrival this time is aggressive and ambitious. He will certainly not let Undercity go. I urge Your Majesty to prepare defenses as soon as possible. I will immediately contact the Guardian Medivh and ask him to stand up for justice."
Sylvanas was a smart woman; she knew that Undercity was no match for the 200,000- Orcs army, especially since Garrosh would definitely join forces with the Tauren, Blood Elves, and other races to Forsaken.
Even if Sylvanas were to miraculously defeat Garrosh, it would still be unacceptable.
Once Thrall returns to Orgrimmar and regains his position as Warchief, the first Undercity, which he fears.
Whether they win or lose, the Forsaken are in grave danger.
If possible, Sylvanas would be more than willing to betray Thrall, Vol'jin, and others to Garrosh in exchange for the safety of Undercity.
Sylvanas said calmly:
"Varimathras deliberately made things difficult for Forsaken. They can't even hold off a 10,000- Orcs army, let alone 200,000. If they want to defeat Garrosh, they have no choice but to request the Alliance's assistance."
"The Alliance?" Thrall's eyes darted around upon hearing this.
Sylvanas further explained:
"Whether it's the Argent Crusade or the Stormwind City army, as long as King Varian gives the order, they will immediately turn around and attack Garrosh. Although the Kingdom of Stormwind is not what it used to be, it still has great potential, and sending an army of 100,000 will not be a problem."
"Unfortunately, King Varian has already disappeared." Thrall scratched his head in frustration.
Sylvanas glanced at Antonidas beside her, Antonidas stepped forward and said:
"King Varian has disappeared in Northrend, and his fate is likely grim. If we have any of his belongings, such as hair, nails, or bloodstained bandages, I can perform Soul Summoning to resurrect King Varian as Forsaken."
Varian, who had transformed into a mining spider, had already been cooked and eaten by Thrall. Thrall looked at Vol'jin without hope, and Vol'jin took off a necklace from his neck and took out a dried skull.
This is a secret technique of the Trolls, capable of magically shrinking the head of an enemy and stringing it into a necklace to wear around the neck; this skull belongs to Varian.
Vol'jin handed the head to Antonidas dared not delay and hurriedly ordered his men to find a human body and perform Soul Summoning in front of everyone.
A green liquid, seemingly boiling, bubbled and simmered, while a human body floated on the surface. Antonidas held Varian's shrunken head, chanting incantations.
A gust of cold wind swept by, and soon a soul entered the skull. Antonidas carefully placed the skull into the green liquid.
A red light emanated from the eye sockets of the human body, and a slightly authoritative male voice rang out. "Damn it, Thrall, haven't you cooked me yet?"
After becoming a ghost, Varian gradually regained his memories and clearly realized that he had been cooked and eaten by Thrall. The boiling green liquid successfully triggered unpleasant memories.
Sylvanas smiled slightly, "King Varian, congratulations on becoming Forsaken."
"What, the Forsaken?"
Varian sat up from the green liquid, looked at his hands and feet, and uttered a desperate cry, "Thrall, all of this is your fault! I will never forgive you!"