According to historical records, Thrall should have been in Blackmoore's gladiator training camp at this time, and had not yet become a victorious general in the Arena.
It's really strange that Varian would know the name Thrall.
"Who's Thrall?" Robbie asked deliberately. "That sounds like a strange name."
"He was a great sage, an Invincible warrior, and a learned scholar. If you had met him, you would admire him as much as I do."
King Varian's face radiated light, revealing a genuine emotion.
Robbie thought to himself: I've seen Thrall more than once, and I've beaten him up several times!
Something's not right. What's going on? Judging from Varian's expression, Robbie sensed that there was some indescribable relationship between Varian and Thrall, and asked uneasily:
"You still haven't told me who Thrall is."
"He was an Orcs, a friendly Orcs, a new Orcs who had received instruction in wisdom," King Varian replied, resting his chin on his hands with a faint smile, and began his recollection:
"You think Varian is my name? No, it's the name of the King of Stormwind City, his only name. My father had nine sons, and I was the seventh. My childhood memories are hazy. I've lived in Karazhan since I can remember, with two older brothers and one younger brother. I've never seen the other brothers; they're probably long dead."
"Medivh used us for all sorts of experiments, trying to uncover humanity's hidden potential. Those were bloody and cruel days. We were so young that we were forced to undergo all sorts of experiments and fight against all kinds of ferocious beasts. I still remember how an Ogre cub tore one of my brothers to pieces and ate him."
"What a poor child." Margaret placed Varian's head on her lap, stroking his hair, recalling his childhood. Varian's eyes were filled with fear, but then a hint of comfort followed:
"It was in Karazhan that I met Thrall, Orcs. He was about our age, but far more capable than us. He was stronger, had a greater regenerative ability, and could easily defeat Ogre cubs. Even in terms of learning and comprehension, we were far inferior to him. Thrall had a near-photographic memory, could understand profound magic, and learned to communicate with the elements at a very young age—something I could never learn in my entire life. Medivh spoke very highly of him."
Robbie sensed something was off. In terms of strength, Robbie was clearly much stronger than King Varian, and his understanding was far more comprehensive. In Robbie's mind, Thrall was an excellent Orcs, but definitely not the strongest or most Orcs.
As for memory and logical analysis, Thrall was not outstanding. His only characteristics were cruelty and ruthlessness, which even the older generation of Orcs known for their cruelty could not match.
"How's Thrall's archery?" Robbie asked casually.
"Spot on target every time," Anduin affirmed.
There must be something wrong here. Robbie had seen the Orcs' archery skills and heard adventurers summarize them. Orcs have strong muscles, especially amazing explosive power, but they are extremely poor at the fine control of their muscles. They Invincible in close combat, but terrible at archery. This is a limitation of their race, and there is absolutely no way that an accident could have happened.
This is a facade; Thrall is feigning superiority to let Varian see Medivh's treacherous schemes.
Robbie didn't dwell on the matter, nor did he intend to argue, and listened as Varian continued recounting the past:
"Thrall's outstanding performance earned him Medivh's favor, and he practically held our lives in his hands. He could beat, insult, and even kill us at will. My brother was chopped up and eaten alive by him for disobeying Thrall. But Thrall treated me relatively well, rarely beating or torturing me. Medivh's experiment on me involved fusing with Wild God. I don't know if it was successful; failure meant death. It was Thrall's secret help that allowed me to survive, becoming the sole survivor and receiving the name Varian."
"This is unbelievable!" Robbie sighed, rubbing his forehead. "This is classic Stockholm syndrome!"
Stockholm syndrome is an emotional attachment that victims develop to their perpetrators, a psychological dependence that can even lead them to help the perpetrators. For example, King Varian's life was in the hands of Thrall. Thrall spared his life, for which Thrall was extremely grateful and shared Thrall's Destiny, regarding Thrall's future as his own.
"And then?" Robbie asked, without much hope.
"Thrall and I made a pact long ago: I would become the king of humanity, and he would lead the Orcs to become Warchief. Together, we would conquer Azeroth. Oh, back then, before the Orcs invaded Azeroth. It was a great decision, a strong friendship. I believe the future of Azeroth will belong to Thrall and me, to us humans and Orcs."
Varian's tone was filled with a beautiful longing for the future, a kind of morbid obsession.
This explains why the Orcs killed Varian's father, slaughtered the entire Stormwind City, and even though they knew that establishing Orcs internment camps would cripple Lordaeron and threaten the seven great human kingdoms, they still supported King Terenas.
It must be admitted that Medivh was truly remarkable; he had planned for the future long ago, establishing the image of Thrall as a great and Invincible figure in the young Varian's mind.
This also explains why, in the years that followed, King Varian negotiated with Thrall time and time again in the name of peace, persevering despite various unexpected obstacles and refusing to give up.
This deeply ingrained belief was difficult to change; it had almost become part of Varian's psyche. Robbie hesitated for a moment, then decided to give up. It was impossible to change a person's nature without suffering a great setback. Robbie realized that it was impossible to persuade King Varian, so why bother with such a futile effort?
Robbie really wanted to kill King Varian to eliminate any future trouble, but considering Varian's many brothers, given Medivh's caution, it was hard to say whether he might have left backups, and some might even still be alive.
Killing one Wrynn is pointless; another Varian will always become King.
The Black Cat on my shoulder shrugged, as if to say, "I told you long ago, your actions are pointless."
Just as Robbie was disappointed and about to leave...
"Smack!"
A sharp sound rang out in the bedroom; Margaret had slapped King Varian across the face.
Robbie was stunned.
The Black Cat was also stunned.
Varian looked at Margaret with a puzzled expression.
Margaret jumped up and started yelling like a servant:
"You foolish King, you idiot! Orcs are cruel and ruthless, they worship killing. He'll eat us all! What's wrong with your brain to believe in such cruel Orcs? Thrall tortured you, humiliated you, and ate your brother! Why didn't you seek revenge? You're a cowardly coward!"
"You have no idea how miserable the people of Kingdom of Stormwind are, what kind of oppression they suffer. My mother lost a sheep by accident, and her life was plunged into despair. She could only hang herself. I watched her body sway in front of me, and I still had to find a way to raise my three younger siblings. What kind of suffering your people are enduring, and yet you are plotting to cooperate with the Orcs. I was truly blind to have ever met such a foolish and cowardly King."
Margaret went berserk, lunging at King Varian and frantically scratching and biting his face.
"Madwoman, madwoman, you crazy woman." With Robbie still standing by, Varian dared not resist too much.
A fruit knife slid off the table, and Margaret grabbed it, slashing Varian's face with all her might, leaving a deep wound and a trail of blood. Varian was terrified and finally couldn't hold back anymore, roaring and shouting loudly. The Dragonkin guards heard the King's cries for help and rushed in.
Robbie quickly pulled the enraged Margaret away. A flash of Holy Light, and the two disappeared from the bedroom, leaving only the King's roars echoing throughout the mansion.
Often, King's insight is less than that of a prostitute.