The Emissary looked at Varian in surprise. "What do you mean?"
Varian, beaming with pride, declared righteously:
"This world has terrifying Old Gods, lofty Titan Keepers, Pride Night Elves, cruel Trolls, and Evil Qiraji. Although the Lich King has been killed, many remnants of the Scourge still remain. They all deserve to die. When the green-haired Kobolds spread to every corner, all living beings will become food, wiped out."
The Emissary frowned and asked, "Then what about us? Are we just going to hide in Dalaran forever?"
Varian said solemnly:
"Have you forgotten the Dark Portal? As long as we escape to Outland and temporarily close the Dark Portal, it won't be long before the green-haired Kobolds that infest this world become extinct due to the depletion of elements. When we return from Outland, we will be left with fertile land and clear oceans. As long as life is sown anew, Azeroth will enter a new era."
"This!"
The Emissary was persuaded. If it were to come true, all of Azeroth's troubles would be resolved, and the deaths of ordinary people and the annihilation of countless lives would be insignificant.
Thrall nearby, was overjoyed upon hearing this. "Excellent! If this truly comes to pass, only we noble Orcs will remain in Azeroth."
The Emissary glared fiercely at Thrall, remained silent for a long time, then nodded and said, "This is the only way now. Everything we've done is to save Azeroth."
Varian's words left the crowd skeptical, with many questioning whether the green-haired Kobolds would truly self-destruct.
The only solution was to escape to the Outland, a method that everyone agreed upon.
Sylvanas interjected, "This matter must be kept secret. If it leaks out, a large influx of people into the Outland will create chaos and disorder, inevitably causing many troubles."
Jaina sneered, "That's right, it's enough for just a few of us to know about this. We won't need many people to sow life in the future."
The leaders all agreed, Tirion Fordring frowned. "Varian, I don't trust you. What if the Kobolds don't die? I need adequate compensation."
Thrall, gnawing on Rhonin's arm, said with a ferocious expression:
"Varian, since Kingdom of Stormwind is going to be eaten by the green-haired Kobolds anyway, why not use them as Orcs military rations and make them into Tough Jerky? I hope we can eat it for ten thousand years."
Sylvanas nodded. "Flesh and blood belong to the Orcs, souls and bones belong to us Forsaken."
Varian replied nonchalantly, "No problem, you all just go ahead and loot, I will cooperate fully."
A heated debate is taking place in the square of the Canal District in Stormwind City.
The topic of the debate was: which was greater, Thrall the Savior, Tirion Fordring, leader of the Argent Crusade, or Varian the King?
The people of Stormwind City are already used to these kinds of projects; they're just a disguised way of praising the greatness of their leaders.
Ultimately, no conclusion will be reached, and the matter will be left ambiguous; all three are equally great.
However, it still attracted a lot of people, and the square was packed with people.
On the high platform, a young nobleman delivered a passionate speech:
"The great King Varian ascended the King in a time of crisis. At that time, the shadow of the Black Dragon Princess loomed over Kingdom of Stormwind, and the people were living in misery. It was King Varian Execute the Black Dragon Princess, and the people of Stormwind City were saved."
A noblewoman retorted sharply, "My opponent is right, but don't forget, if it weren't for Savior Archimonde Thrall at Mount Hyjal and saving the world, Stormwind City would have been destroyed long ago."
Another young man with a gloomy face said:
"You're all wrong. Before the Battle of Mount Hyjal, the Lich King Arthas had already risen to power, plotting to destroy the world. It was Tirion Fordring and the Argent Crusade who relentlessly fought against the Lich King, thwarting his plots time and time again."
The three debaters were evenly matched, listing various fictional examples to praise the greatness of the three debaters. When they made their most brilliant points, they were met with cheers.
A troop of soldiers marched past the square in neat formation. They were Stormwind City guards, said to have been ordered by King Varian to enter Northshire Abbey and exterminate the Kobolds.
It is said that there were very few Kobolds in Northshire Abbey, yet the entire Stormwind City Guard had to be mobilized to wipe them out. Only Varian's trusted Guard Legion remained, which caused whispers among the crowd.
But this matter was quickly forgotten as everyone became engrossed in the heated debate.
At the height of the debate, a group of green-skinned Orcs suddenly rushed out of the alley, led by none other than Thrall, the Savior, who was wielding Battle Axe and hacking at the people in the square.
No one knew what had happened. The square was soon filled with blood and corpses, and the people fled in all directions, wailing.
Thrall rushed onto the stage, grabbed the young nobleman who was praising Thrall, bit off his neck, and began to eat him.
The Orcs entered Stormwind City and carried out a brutal massacre; the news quickly spread throughout the Stormwind City.
"Run! Thrall, the Savior Thrall, has led the Orcs into Stormwind City!"
"Impossible! You are slandering the great Savior; your intentions are despicable."
Many people didn't believe it was true, and even after their heads were cut off, they still refused to believe it.
The people began a mass exodus. Rumors circulated that the Orcs had landed at the port, and large crowds surged toward the city gates. Unexpectedly, Tirion Fordring and the Argent Crusade were already waiting there.
Tirion Fordring, holding Ashbringer aloft, proclaimed, "Warriors of the Argent Crusade! The people of Stormwind City have been infected by the Scourge's Plague! For Azeroth, slaughter them!"
"For Azeroth, for the great Tirion Fordring."
The Argent Crusade, their blood boiling, pounced on the innocent civilians like tigers descending from the mountains, and the gates of Stormwind City were quickly stained red with blood.
"Tirion Fordring is blocking the gates of Stormwind City and slaughtering everyone! Run!"
"Impossible! Tirion Fordring is so great, he devoted himself to saving Azeroth, even to the point of death. He would never do such Evil thing. You are lying."
Even during their escape, these debates continued.
Left with no other option, the people fled towards Stormwind Keep, hoping that King Varian could offer them refuge.
However, the people were soon disappointed. Stormwind Keep, Varian led the Guard Legion out and began massacring the unarmed civilians.
The massacre lasted for three days and three nights. Except for a few high-ranking nobles, almost all the people of Stormwind City lay dead in pools of blood. The Orcs collected the corpses and made them into Tough Jerky.
The Guard Legion and the Argent Crusade were plundering Wealth and looting every grain they could find. No one knew how long they would have to wait in the Outland, so the better they were prepared.
Only a few civilians escaped Stormwind City and fled to Elwynn Forest. When the massacre was mentioned, they were all furious and spoke bitterly:
"It was the Scourge that destroyed Stormwind City. Thrall, the Savior, Tirion Fordring, and King Varian were all waging an unyielding struggle against the Scourge."
As the saying goes, trouble comes from the mouth.
In chaotic times, only the wise survive to the end.
Some people saw through the mystery and quietly fled to the Westfall, burying the experience deep in their hearts and never daring to tell the truth.