Before Varian could finish speaking, Thrall walked over with a cunning look on his face.
"Look at your pathetic state, King Varian. Watch your words! This is Undercity, not your Kingdom of Stormwind. You are but a rotting Forsaken. How could you possibly be fit for revenge against me?"
Thrall's open provocation left Varian speechless with anger.
Vol'jin frowned. Thrall, preoccupied with his words, had forgotten the true purpose of resurrecting Varian. Vol'jin could only step forward and advise him:
"King Varian, Azeroth is now in grave danger. Garrosh, the disgrace of the Orcs, is plotting to destroy the world. I implore you to understand the greater good and extend a helping hand."
"You want me to lend a hand?" Varian stared at Vol'jin, gritting his teeth. "I remember you, Vol'jin, you're the one who threw me into the cauldron and boiled me alive, you disgusting Troll."
Vol'jin, with an air of righteous indignation, declared:
"King Varian, I hope you can prioritize the greater good. At this critical moment for the survival of Azeroth, personal honor and disgrace are insignificant matters. What does your life or death matter? We should put aside our prejudices and fight together to save Azeroth. Only then will our lives have meaning and value."
"Absurd, utterly absurd! Don't even think about making me serve you!" Varian roared stubbornly, seemingly leaving no room for negotiation.
Sylvanas said slowly:
"Varian, in Stormwind City, people revere you as King, but here in Undercity, you are merely a lowly Forsaken. If you don't want to be sent deep into the sewers to deal with maggots all day, you'd better obey me."
Sylvanas's threat made Varian tremble with fear. Antonidas coughed and said, "We have many important jobs in Undercity that require working 24/7. King Majesty, do you still want to be a mining spider?"
Varian would never forget his experience mining spiders; it was a painful memory. Finally, Varian bowed his head in defeat and asked nervously:
"I am already a Forsaken, how can I lead the Kingdom of Stormwind?"
Sylvanas said bluntly:
"Varian, you have never been a worthy King. From the moment you raised the banner against the Scourge, your reign should have ended. It was our Horde, it was Jaina's Peace Dove, that supported you to this day. So what does it matter whether you are alive or not? You are nothing but a powerless puppet."
Although extremely unwilling, Varian had to admit that Sylvanas was right.
Of course, it wasn't entirely his fault, but step by step, no one is innocent; every Varian has committed an unforgivable mistake.
Thrall walked over, grinned, and said to Varian:
"You need to do two things. First, write to the Argent Crusade and the royalist army in Stormwind City, ordering them to rebel against Garrosh's rule in the name of the King. Second, return to Kingdom of Stormwind immediately. The Peace Dove will fully assist you in raising an army of 500,000 from Kingdom of Stormwind to destroy the Evil Garrosh."
Varian was helpless; yes, he was merely a puppet, with no real choice.
Sylvanas dispatched some elite royal guards to protect Varian as he returned to Stormwind City. The fleet landed at Stormwind City Harbor, where Peace Doves sent by Jaina were already waiting.
Successive King Varian have been warlike and aggressive, and the Kingdom of Stormwind is on the verge of collapse. Its population has plummeted, making it impossible to recruit soldiers, leaving no choice but to take drastic measures.
Varian gathered all available forces, including the Stormwind City Royal Guards, the Stormwind City Guard, and members of the Peace Dove, assembling a force of three thousand men.
Starting in Stormwind City, they mobilized from house to house. Anyone who could breathe, regardless of age, weakness, illness, or disability, even those seriously ill and bedridden, was forcibly recruited into the army.
In an instant, Stormwind City was thrown into chaos, filled with cries. The elderly, children, women, and babies all became targets for Varian's recruitment.
Soon, Stormwind City's civilian residential areas became a silent ghost town, deserted and uninhabited.
Even so, he only managed to recruit fewer than five thousand soldiers. Varian then turned his attention to Elwynn Forest, an area that had already been plundered countless times and was once again devastated.
After several days of sweeping, the entire Elwynn Forest was deserted, but it was still far from enough. They barely managed to muster 10,000 troops. Finally, a clever advisor came up with an idea.
"Your King, Elwynn Forest is inhabited by numerous Gnolls and Murlocs; they are people too."
Varian's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he immediately issued a decree granting Gnolls and Murlocs the same citizenship as those of the Kingdom of Stormwind.
As a result, the Gnolls and Murlocs of Elwynn Forest were unlucky and were forcibly conscripted into Varian's army. Those who refused to obey were tied together with ropes and followed behind the ranks.
Fortunately, these two races were not exploited and their numbers were large, Varian managed to gather an army of 50,000, although it was only one-tenth of Thrall's requirement, but he had done his best.
Varian truly deserves to be called the greatest King in human history. With his genius-level imagination, he successfully recruited an army from the weak, hungry, and cold Kingdom of Stormwind.
This strange army, composed mainly of the elderly, weak, sick, and disabled humans, with Gnolls and Murlocs as its main forces, boarded a ship at Stormwind City Harbor and sailed in a grand procession towards Tirisfal Glades.
Varian knew that Thrall would not approve of this strange army, so he ordered his troops to set up camp Undercity, claiming to be an army of 500,000.
The Kingdom of Stormwind's army of 500,000 men set up camp in Tirisfal, much to Garrosh's surprise upon hearing the news.
Garrosh had long known that, apart from Elwynn Forest, Stormwind City had lost control of the surrounding areas, and he was wondering how he could muster an army of 500,000.
Garrosh was puzzled and ordered Tirion Fordring to lead the Argent Crusade to probe the enemy.
The Alliance's 500,000-strong army protecting Undercity gave Sylvanas hope. Before Garrosh knew the truth, she immediately sent a secret letter to Garrosh.
In the letter, Sylvanas expressed her willingness to betray Thrall, Vol'jin, and others to Garrosh on the condition that Undercity retain its legitimate status within the Horde.
Garrosh pondered carefully: If the Alliance really sent an army of 500,000, even if they were just untrained farmers, they would have to pay a price to win.
It would be best to capture Thrall and his men without bloodshed, so Garrosh agreed to Sylvanas's terms, but Garrosh did not withdraw Tirion Fordring's army.
Tirion Fordring led 10,000 Argent Crusade to land in Tirisfal. This was a motley crew, mostly dressed in thin clothing and armed mainly with wooden clubs.
Most of the soldiers were malnourished, pale, and walked unsteadily.
Tirion Fordring was well aware of the situation in Kingdom of Stormwind and did not believe that King Varian could recruit an army of 500,000. He led the Argent Crusade straight at Varian's army, and the two armies arrayed themselves on the plain.
When Tirion Fordring saw Varian's so-called "500,000-strong army," he realized that the Argent Crusade was already an exceptionally elite force.
The moment the two armies made contact, a major battle was imminent, and a chaotic melee ensued.