Stormwind City underwent several reconstructions during King Varian's reign.
One of the strangest instances was during a major reconstruction of Stormwind City after the Lich King's fall, before Deathwing caused the Cataclysm.
No one knows why Stormwind City was destroyed or how it was rebuilt from the ruins.
There are no historical records about this not-so-distant past, and those who lived through that era cannot explain why; it seems that everything changed overnight.
Before them lay Stormwind City, shrouded in smoke. The city, painstakingly built by the Brotherhood, had become ruins and rubble, a scene of Flames and death.
Upon receiving the news, Robbie rushed to Stormwind City, but it was all too late. Robbie floated in the air, his face filled with sorrow and helplessness.
A little-known, bloody history was clearly presented to Robbie.
The great Savior Thrall, Varian, the greatest King in human history, Tirion Fordring, the embodiment of the Holy Light, joined forces to destroy Stormwind City.
How can such a tragedy be recorded in history? The reputation of a great hero is obviously more important than the innocent people who were massacred.
A small number of survivors from Stormwind City fled to Elwynn Forest, causing widespread panic. Many farmers planned to flee their homes and head to Westfall or Darkshire.
At this critical moment, the Peace Dove stepped forward and stabilized public sentiment.
In Goldshire, a member of the Peace Dove stands atop a crate, delivering a loud speech.
"Do not believe any rumors. The Evil Scourge is most adept at bewitching people. You must believe in the great Savior Thrall, the revered Tirion Fordring, and the Invincible King Varian. They are fighting against the Evil Scourge in Stormwind City. The great Tirion Fordring once again defeated the Lich King and has subdued a large number of districts. Elwynn Forest is safe."
"Kingdom of Stormwind is at its most dangerous moment. All farmers should stay on their land. This is the greatest support they can give to Kingdom of Stormwind, and it is equivalent to fulfilling their responsibility to the world. All those who flee are the Betrayer to the kingdom and can never be forgiven."
A young man who had narrowly escaped Stormwind City protested loudly:
"Wrong, wrong, this is a shameless lie. I saw it with my own eyes. It was Thrall and his green-skinned Orcs who slaughtered us. They turned our own people into rations."
The speaker quickly gave a signal, and several indignant "commoners" stepped forward, raised their fists, and knocked the young man to the ground, preventing him from making a sound.
Looking at the dying young man, the speaker was incredibly moved and spoke with great passion:
"Many bad elements lurk among us, serving the Evil Scourge with the aim of causing unnecessary panic. I believe the people of Kingdom of Stormwind are discerning and will not be deceived by these lies. Let us work diligently for Azeroth."
The Peace Dove held absolute authority in the Kingdom of Stormwind, and many people believed this lie, returning home relaxed to continue their hard work.
After all, most ordinary people lack objective judgment due to their limited knowledge and perspective.
Unbeknownst to them, the shadow of death had already loomed over Elwynn Forest.
With the Stormwind City massacre just over, Sylvanas led the Forsaken mages into Elwynn Forest.
In the massacre in Stormwind City, the Forsaken reaped a rich harvest, and Undead Mage are carefully collecting Soul Crystals.
Behind the Undead Mage corps, countless Meat Wagon were filled with fresh bones.
Each Soul Crystal contains the souls of hundreds of Stormwind City citizens. As previously agreed, the flesh and blood belong to the Orcs, the property and food belong to the Argent Crusade and Varian's Guard Legion, and the bones and souls belong to Sylvanas.
After Stormwind City was completely destroyed, while the Orcs, the Argent Crusade, and the Guard Legion were still digesting the flesh and Wealth they had plundered, Sylvanas had already set her sights on Elwynn Forest.
With everything prepared, the Undead Mage order conducted the conversion ritual in Elwynn Forest.
Fresh bones, fresh souls—one by one, the newly born Forsaken rose up, roaring in anger, becoming Sylvanas's loyal servants.
Looking at the large group of newly arrived Forsaken, Sylvanas felt pleased and softly gave the order:
"The hunt in Elwynn Forest begins."
The Peace Dove's speech put everyone at ease, and the farmers had just returned home when the Forsaken Legion marched in and began an Order massacre.
Unarmed farmers lay dead in pools of blood, and numerous farms were destroyed.
Many farmers, in their dying moments, growled with resentment, "King Varian will avenge me!"
The poor farmers had no idea that their possessions and grain were originally spoils of war given to King Varian.
Smoke billowed over Stormwind City, and Elwynn Forest was devastated. The news quickly reached the ears of the Stormwind City Guard at Northshire Abbey.
Inside the war room, Marcus Jonathan, the High Commander of Stormwind City's defenses, stared intently at the battle map, lost in thought. General Hammond Clay beside him urged him loudly:
"General, Stormwind City has been invaded, and its people have been massacred. We must return to defend it, for the sake of Azeroth."
"But who is the enemy?" Marcus asked, feigning confusion.
Hammond was stunned. The officers present were all intelligent men who knew what to say and what not to say; otherwise, they wouldn't have been in that position.
"It's yet another crime committed by the Evil Scourge, the Lich King Arthas," an officer said against his will.
Marcus clenched his fists and roared angrily:
"It is our duty to destroy the Evil Scourge, and we are willing to die on the battlefield. But are you all confident that you will encounter the Scourge in Stormwind City?"
The officers looked grim, but Hammond, with an air of righteous indignation, declared, "Although the Scourge wasn't in Stormwind City, Scourge destroyed Stormwind City; that's beyond dispute."
Marcus closed his eyes, hardening his heart. "Gentlemen, we must obey the King's orders. Come, let us wipe out these Kobolds, for the sake of Azeroth."
The massacres and plundering in Stormwind City and Elwynn Forest provided the Orcs with ample military provisions. The Argent Crusade and the Stormwind City Royal Guard plundered vast amounts of supplies, and Sylvanas' Forsaken resurrected a large number of troops.
Thrall, Tirion Fordring Varian, and Sylvanas were all very satisfied. Countless wagons were filled with a large amount of supplies, and the procession headed towards the Blasted Lands.
Jaina, the King of the Emissary, Magni Bronzebeard Rhonin, who had recovered from his injuries, were already waiting there. Jaina and Rhonin used their magical knowledge to ensure that the Dark Portal remained open.
"This is a historic moment," Rhonin said solemnly. "We have preserved the flame for Azeroth, and a new chapter in history is about to be written in our hands."
Jaina blinked her beautiful big eyes and said, "Perhaps we will become gods in Mythic, creators, and be worshipped by future generations."
After Thrall, King Varian, and their entourage arrived, the heroes began their journey across the Dark Portal.