Pain, suffering, regret.
Hatred burned fiercely in his chest.
Whispers echoed in Varian's ears, the relentless mockery of the Red Dragon Queen:
"I warned you long ago, if you rescue Thrall, he'll just tear you to pieces and eat you. Why didn't you listen to me? Do you really want to become Thrall's food?"
As the Red Dragon Queen said, Varian is suffering the agony of being torn apart.
He lay naked on the dining table, his hands and feet nailed to the ground. Orcs Chef wielding a silver hammer was slowly smashing his flesh and bones, then steaming him in boiling water.
Bang, bang!
Before long, his limbs had become pieces of bone and flesh in the pot, bobbing up and down in the boiling water.
On either side of the dining table, Thrall and his wife, the three cunning Dragon Kings, and the weak Kalecgos chatted and laughed.
Servants brought out delicious sauces, and the Dragon Kings picked up Varian's meat, dipped it in the sauce, and put it in their mouths, nodding in praise.
Jaina, her face ashen, remained silent as she forcefully tore at Varian's flesh.
Pain, humiliation.
Varian was filled with grief and rage, wanting only to scream, but no sound came out.
Thrall, having narrowly escaped death, raised his glass triumphantly and said:
"Gentlemen, thank you for attending my wedding. I have a momentous announcement to make: I will unleash the Cataclysm upon Azeroth. The world trembles at my torment, and pitiful kingdoms crumble in my rage. Ultimately, all of Azeroth will be destroyed, and all things will turn to ashes."
"For Azeroth!" Kalecgos shouted at an inopportune moment, drawing stares from the crowd, who lowered their heads in embarrassment.
The three Dragon Kings were all intelligent men. They attended Thrall's wedding merely to appease him, but when Archimonde briefly returned from the world of the dead, the Dragon King Aspects realized that the power behind Thrall was terrifying, and that destroying Azeroth was not just a simple matter.
Thrall's abduction by Fandral Staghelm was a perfect opportunity to probe what was hidden behind Thrall.
So the Dragon Kings chose to stand by and watch.
Unexpectedly, Jaina and Varian stepped forward and went to great lengths to rescue Thrall, ruining the Dragon King's grand plan.
Taking away Jaina's credit and then devouring Varian at the dinner table—this is their punishment, making them pay the price for their actions.
The Red Dragon Queen wore a fake smile and deliberately asked, "The four Elemental Lords of Azeroth have a history even longer than our Dragonkin. I wonder if Your Savior is confident?"
Thrall smiled confidently and said, "Once my Cataclysm is complete, the Elemental Lords will become my Servants, but before that, I need to do one thing."
Pointing at Varian on the dining table, Thrall said with a ferocious expression:
"I will annihilate the entire Alliance and devour all humans. Evil humans should have been destroyed long ago. I believe the three Dragon Kings should support my actions."
Green Dragon Ysera, said calmly, "Humans are nothing but cowards, Varian is an even bigger fool. Destroying them would be easy, but the Scourge is watching us closely, and Duke Bolvar is now the new Lich King, ruling over countless Undead. He will definitely not stand idly by."
When the Scourge was mentioned, a fleeting look of worry crossed Thrall's face. The three Dragon King quickly picked up on this information and deduced that the forces behind Thrall were very wary of the Scourge, at most they were evenly matched.
Bronze Dragon Aspect Nozdormu probed again:
"Savior Thrall, Garrosh is now the Warchief of the Horde, but he is an incompetent coward who would never dare to declare war on the Alliance and is unfit to lead the Horde. My suggestion is to expel Garrosh, or for you to assume the position of Warchief. If you agree, we will certainly help you drive Garrosh away."
Thrall took a slight breath, his face showing difficulty, and said tactfully, "Garrosh is not a concern. All my energy is focused on the Cataclysm, so he will temporarily serve as Warchief."
The three Dragon Kings exchanged glances. Any one of Dragon King could help Thrall reclaim his position Warchief if they stepped forward, but Thrall surprisingly refused their offer.
This proves that Garrosh also has supporters, or that he is part of the same faction as Thrall's supporters.
The Dragon Kings had already received word that Thrall had ambushed Garrosh at Mount Hyjal. Although he had captured his bride Agna, Garrosh had escaped unexpectedly.
The teleportation magic used by Garrosh is not native to Azeroth.
Thrall lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said loudly:
"My plan is this: destroy the Alliance, then, with Sylvanas's help, turn the entire Alliance into the Forsaken, and I will become Alliance leader to complete the Cataclysm. To prevent the Scourge from interfering, it would be best if the Alliance voluntarily became the Forsaken."
No living person wants to become a dead one. Kalecgos's eyes darted around as he pointed at Varian, whose limbs had been eaten, on the table. "Does the Savior intend to use Varian?"
Thrall chuckled and nodded:
"Stormwind City's monarchical succession system is humanity's weakness. With just one order from Varian, hundreds of thousands of humans in Stormwind City and Elwynn Forest will surely respond enthusiastically, willingly becoming Forsaken, gradually eroding the rest of Kingdom of Stormwind's territory. The entire Alliance will fall into my hands."
Varian was terrified; Thrall's plan was simply too horrible, and he deeply regretted rescuing Thrall.
The Red Dragon Queen chuckled and said, "The best way to control Varian is to transform him into Forsaken. It's not a particularly sophisticated spell, but I can give it a try."
Thrall's face twisted in a grimace as he sneered, "Very well, before that, let's savor the flesh and blood of the human King. It's the rarest delicacy in Azeroth."
Boom!
The world suddenly changed; Varian's body was intact, clad in a suit of golden armor.
Before me stood a magnificent palace, with long staircases, silver-white spires, and exquisitely intricate openwork patterns, much like the architectural style of the High Elves ten thousand years ago.
The palace floated silently in the clouds, with Mount Hyjal and the ruins of Nordrassil below. Varian frowned slightly, wondering if everything that had just happened was all a dream.
A voice reached Varian's ears.
"Dreams and reality occur simultaneously, like two parallel lines, but at times, these parallel lines intersect, which requires the power of the Emerald Dream."
Emerald Dream!
Varian was startled, but the voice continued.
Embrace dreams, King of Mankind, for they can save you.
Varian hesitated for a moment, then climbed the long staircase. The palace doors opened silently, and the interior of the enormous palace was blurry and indistinct, seemingly shrouded in mist.
Only a mirror stood before Varian, reflecting Thrall's wedding feast. Varian saw himself, missing his limbs, lying on the table, groaning weakly.
The voice rang out again:
"King Varian, you are in a dream. The mirror reflects your tragic reality. I, who control dreams, can exchange dreams for reality, turning dreams into reality and reality into dreams. In this way, you can escape this terrible Destiny. Are you willing to pay the price?"