"Jaina, this is impossible."
Varian loudly refused:
"Thrall and Garrosh triggered the Cataclysm, causing countless disasters. In Stormwind City alone, more than 50,000 people died. They are the murderers."
Jaina declared righteously, "Lies! Anyone in this world with eyes and ears knows that Deathwing caused the Cataclysm. Thrall and Garrosh joined forces and bravely fought against Deathwing; they are the great heroes who saved the world."
Varian sneered, "Jaina, go back. I've had enough of your lies."
Jaina gave a forced smile and threatened sharply, "Varian, this is not a request, it's an order! Do you dare refuse the great Guardian Medivh?"
Varian roared defiantly, "We humans have dignity!"
"Laughable dignity, humph."
Jaina's lips curled slightly, and she waved her hand. Saurfang the Great strode over and grabbed Varian by the collar.
The Stormwind City guards rushed to save their King, but Jaina froze them all into ice sculptures.
"You mere humans dare to talk about dignity? You are nothing but food for us Orcs."
Saurfang punched Varian in the face, then kicked him to the ground. A large group of Orcs surrounded Varian and began punching and kicking Varian.
Varian, his bones Hamstring and ribs shattered, pleaded desperately, "I was wrong, I'll never do it again."
At this moment, Varian truly regretted it. He should have agreed to Deathwing's request. With the Black Dragonflight protecting Stormwind City, Jaina and Saurfang wouldn't have dared to be so arrogant.
Jaina asked coldly, "Varian, who caused the Cataclysm?"
With his face covered in blood, Varian could only reply, "It was Deathwing."
"So, are you willing to rescue Thrall and Garrosh?" Jaina asked with a smile.
Varian could only nod and say, "Yes, I'm very willing."
"Excellent!" Jaina said with a smile, "Rescuing Thrall and Garrosh requires a blood sacrifice. Prepare 20,000 Stormwind City citizens. This will be a great honor for them, a glorious death, a noble death, a worthwhile death."
Right at the gates of Stormwind City, Varian was beaten to the brink of death by Saurfang the Great and his men, with many onlookers watching. This humiliated King Varian, leaving him utterly disgraced.
Of course, this does not affect the House Wrynn's ruling position in the slightest. After all, the House Wrynn's rule is not based on popular support, but on terror.
Among the crowd was a Night Elf who, after witnessing all of this, shook his head in disappointment.
This person is named Lyral Flamefang, a Night Elf Druid and a member of the Gilneas delegation. Due to the closure of Stormwind City, the delegation had to stay temporarily at the Lion's Pride Inn.
With increasing pressure from the Forsaken in the north, Gilneas planned to ally with Stormwind City and rejoin the Alliance to gain support, and thus sent a delegation led by Lyral.
When he saw how incompetent King Varian was, Lyral's thoughts changed.
Back at the Lion's Pride Inn, Lyral ordered a drink, sipped it slowly, sighing repeatedly and muttering, "I was wrong, I was really wrong."
As it happened, Robbie and Vanessa were sitting nearby. Robbie casually glanced at the Druid and was suddenly startled.
Although this person was simply dressed and had an ordinary appearance, he possessed a powerful and strange strength hidden within him, which was in no way inferior to Malfurion's.
Robbie and Vanessa nodded, raised their glasses, and walked over, asking, "What's troubling you, sir? Tell us, perhaps we can help."
Lyral looked up at Robbie, a cautious expression on his face, and remained silent.
Robbie gestured to the patrons around him and said with a faint smile, "I'm different from them. I know it was the battle between Thrall and Garrosh that triggered the Cataclysm, not Deathwing."
Lyral quickly stopped Robbie, lowering his voice, "You must be careful. You can't say things like that carelessly. Do you know how many Peace Doves are hiding in the inn? If they hear this, you'll be ruined at best, and hanged at the gates of Stormwind City at worst."
Robbie chuckled nonchalantly and said loudly, "I'm not afraid of any Peace Doves, though it's troublesome, so they can't hear our conversation."
Seeing neither Robbie casting a spell nor sensing any magical fluctuations, Lyral looked around at the other drinkers in surprise, who, as expected, paid no heed to Robbie's rambling.
"It's so similar, so similar!" Lyral exclaimed, clutching his head. "You remind me of Queen Azshara. The City of Magic of Zin-Azshari seemed to possess similar magic."
Robbie's expression shifted slightly, and he asked in surprise, "You actually remember the City of Magic Zin-Azshari?"
A hint of pain appeared between Lyral's brows as he held his head and said:
"I don't know. In my dreams, I always see a great city, and a giant hand descending from the sky, shattering the continent with a single blow, causing the heavens Sundering. They say it was Queen Azshara who summoned Sargeras, causing the Sundering, but I'm increasingly skeptical. I experienced the War of the Ancients, and that memory has given me many questions, so I left my people to explore ruins in various places, and I've discovered that many things are amiss."
"Lies!" Vanessa said bluntly from the side.
Lyral looked slightly embarrassed. "Well, I was expelled by Malfurion simply because my strength surpassed Malfurion's, which made him very unhappy."
"A lie!" Vanessa exclaimed again.
Lyral blushed, and after a long while, he said:
"To tell you the truth, it was shortly after the Sundering. Malfurion was asleep when Tyrande secretly arranged to meet me behind the Temple of the Moon. I was terrified and at a loss, too afraid to keep the appointment, even though I had a crush on Tyrande. At that time, I was weak and didn't dare offend my senior Malfurion, so I ran away. My subsequent exploration of the ruins was also to strengthen myself and prevent Malfurion's revenge. It was only by chance that I discovered some anomalies, which led to those terrifying dreams."
"And then?" Robbie asked.
Lyral glanced at Vanessa in alarm and said honestly:
"Later, I met many Druids who had suffered the same fate as me. We exchanged ideas, learned from each other, and invented the Druid's Worgen Form. I was their leader, known as the alpha wolf of the pack. Upon learning of our people's defeat in the war against the Kobolds, we joined forces with the Satyrs to defeat Kobold. Those damned Malfurion and Tyrande, to maintain their rule, first expelled the Satyrs, falsely accusing them of colluding with the Burning Legion, and then treacherously plotted against the Worgen Druids, imprisoning us in the roots of the Great Tree Daral'nir in the Emerald Dream."
Lyral took a sip of his drink and said with a hint of smugness:
"King Terenas established Orcs internment camp, revealing his ambitions. King Genn Greymane, fearing Orcs invasion, ordered Archmage Arugal to summon the Worgen from the Emerald Dream to Azeroth. I seized the opportunity to escape from the Emerald Dream and made Arugal my subordinate."
"A lie," Vanessa said unhappily.
Lyral's wine glass fell onto the table, and after a long while, he whispered, "Arugal very strong. I am no match for him at all and can only obey his orders. In order to resist the Orcs, I helped Arugal turn half of Gilneas's humans into Worgen."