King Varian was not tall, nor was he particularly imposing. His appearance was also quite ordinary; he was the kind of person who would be easily lost in a crowd and had no distinguishing features.
The display of a king's aura relies on the entourage, the flattery of his servants and subjects, and the fear of the surrounding people. When they are alone, they are no different from ordinary people.
"King Varian is here again?" The Black Cat perched on Robbie's shoulder covered its face. "It must be Grom Hellscream's men pressing for supplies. King Varian was frightened and had to come seeking comfort."
Robbie hid to the side, carefully observing King Varian's face. Sure enough, he was pale and his lips were bluish-purple. He was quite frightened and muttered to himself:
"I was only seven years old then. I went into my father's room and saw Garona holding a blood-stained dagger. She killed my father, and with a cruel smile, she ripped out his heart and ate it. I was so scared that I fainted. Whenever I think of Orcs, I have nightmares as soon as I close my eyes. Garona's cruel face keeps appearing in my dreams."
"My father was so foolish. He actually believed a female Orcs. We had to weave all sorts of lies to cover up his stupidity. After that, the Orcs invaded Kingdom of Stormwind and slaughtered my people. I hate them, but I was powerless. The Orcs were too powerful. I dreamed of gaining that power. Not being born Orcs is my lifelong regret."
Magalina was a skilled socialite; she knew she shouldn't say or ask anything at this moment. She took out a grape and fed it to King Varian, gazing at the King's young face with a motherly look.
"Today I hanged an old woman who cleaned the palace. She actually pointed her finger at me and called me a foolish King. How could I tolerate anyone slandering the great House Wrynn? Tiffin accused me of being too cruel, saying that the old woman's sons all died in the Orcs Wars, which was understandable. Damn it, that foolish woman, she doesn't understand anything. Sooner or later I will make her pay the price."
"The Orcs Denoklei Duotage'er, brother of Drek'Thar of the Frostwolf Clan, sent me a letter. He wants to become the High Inquisitor of Stormwind City, a good-for-nothing, greedy, and lecherous old man. He demands that I provide him with a young girl to devour every day. I don't know whether I should agree. Kingdom of Stormwind must cooperate with the Orcs to survive in this chaotic world, but I can't reveal my ambitions so quickly. I'll wait until the Warsong Clan enters Westfall."
King Varian rolled over to make himself more comfortable.
"The nobles of Stormwind City are a bunch of fools. They think the Orcs killed my father and razed Kingdom of Stormwind to the ground, so they all deserve to be killed. They're short-sighted. They haven't seen the enormous potential hidden within the Orcs. Whoever controls the Orcs Legion will conquer Azeroth. History will prove that I am the truly great King."
Robbie couldn't stand it anymore and decided to question King Varian. He looked at the Black Cat and asked for her opinion.
The Black Cat raised its paw and said in a very human-like manner, "Go ahead. Don't worry, you won't implicate Magalina. It's just that what you're doing is pointless; you can't persuade a stubborn King."
Robbie tore off a piece of black cloth and covered his face, grabbed a candlestick from the side, and suddenly appeared in front of King Varian, raising the candlestick high as if to smash it down.
Varian was terrified and about to scream when Robbie made a shushing gesture.
"King Majesty, we are only two steps apart. Before your guards arrive, your brains will be splattered all over the bed. I'd be happy to do that, unless you agree to talk to me."
"Damn it, who are you, and why are you here, my guards?" King Varian remained relatively calm and did not lose his temper by shouting.
"It's not that your guards are incompetent, it's that I'm far superior to them." Robbie easily twisted the silver candlestick into a pretzel shape, leaving Varian's eyes wide with amazement.
"Great warrior, what do you need? Money, official position, power, or beautiful women? Aside from the King, you can choose whatever you like. I can even bestow upon you the title of Grand Duke."
Varian was terrified and truly frightened, making a reckless promise to save his life.
"I don't need any of that," Robbie said in a low voice, waving his hand. "I just want to ask you, if the Orcs escape from the Internment Camps and start burning, killing, and looting everywhere, how will you deal with it, King Varian? I hope you won't lie; you must give a sufficiently convincing reason to save your life."
Varian trembled. Although he had witnessed the tragedy of the Orcs' destruction of Stormwind City, the young man still seemed inexperienced. Due to extreme nervousness, he blurted out:
"No, it was destined. The Orcs will eventually escape the Internment Camp and gain their freedom. Lordaeron will become Orcs territory. I must establish an alliance with the Orcs before that happens. Grom Hellscream is a suitable choice, which is why I have spared no effort in supporting the Warsong Clan. I have already planned it out. Oh! Nothing."
Varian's expression eased slightly, secretly relieved that he hadn't revealed the secret of the Westfall during his most tense moment. He hoped Robbie hadn't heard his earlier mutterings.
"Aren't you worried that the Warsong Clan, in league with the Orcs who escaped the Internment Camp, might wipe out the Kingdom of Stormwind?" Robbie asked doubtfully.
Varian paused, mentally prepared, and said, "Of course I'm worried, but as long as I let the Orcs know that humans and Orcs are friends, they won't attack us."
"Even at the cost of feeding humans to the Orcs?" Robbie asked viciously, recalling the Tauren, Goblins, Blood Elves, Pandaren, and others who had sided with the Orcs, all of whom had fed themselves to the Orcs in exchange for temporary peace.
Varian frowned slightly. "For the sake of friendship between humans and Orcs, it's not impossible."
"Why is this happening, King Varian? Do you have so little faith in humanity?"
Varian shook his head and sighed, "The two Orcs Wars have proven that we humans are no match for the Orcs. Although the Warsong Clan has suffered setbacks, it is only temporary. To not surrender means certain death."
"Damn it, if we had known this would happen, why didn't we kill them all when Orcs were defeated? Why did we support King Terenas in establishing Orcs internment camp?" Robbie stepped forward and questioned.
This time, King Varian hesitated for a long time before bowing his head and saying:
"I admit it was an ill-considered decision, an unforgivable mistake. Everything I've done is to atone for that mistake. Lordaeron is doomed to destruction, and Kingdom of Stormwind must not repeat the same mistake."
Robbie was deep in thought; he sensed something was amiss.
King Varian actually admitted his mistake, meaning he realized that establishing the Internment Camp was a blunder.
However, a King must have many advisors who can foresee the disastrous consequences of establishing the Orcs internment camp. Besides, it's not too late to back out now. As long as King Varian puts pressure on Lordaeron, there is still room for redemption.
Only lies will reveal flaws that are difficult to reconcile.
"You know what, Varian? When you lie, your nose sweats."
Varian was caught off guard and quickly touched his nose, only then realizing he had been tricked.
Robbie shook his head and said in a threatening tone, "Sorry, a lying King is not a good King. You can go die."
"Wait!" Varian cried out, his face pale with fright, "You can't kill me like this! I have a vital mission to fulfill. Without me, Kingdom of Stormwind is doomed!"
"Tell me your reasons, Your King."
Varian seemed genuinely frightened, grabbing Margaret's arm and speaking cautiously:
"In the future, we humans will be joined by a new Orcs Horde. They are New Horde with a peaceful heart, completely different from the barbaric and bloodthirsty Old Horde. Their leader is named Thrall."