Inside the dark, chilling cave, the omnipresent power of the Old Gods chilled him to the bone. Thrall, Thrall lower body gripped by the gaping maw formed from the Curse of Flesh, was forced to rack his brains and ponder deeply:
"Perhaps I can betray Varian. Ingratitude and repaying kindness with enmity are our Orcs' strengths, the foundation of our livelihood. It's not difficult at all; it's my forte."
Upon hearing this, Cho'gall nodded in unison. This was exactly what he needed. The cunning Thrall had indeed not disappointed Cho'gall, and he sincerely praised him:
"How clever, Thrall! This is the wisdom of a great king. Just like we did before, the cooperation between the Orcs and the Twilight's Hammer —a win-win situation. We can tell others it was a deception, a clever arrangement and scheme designed to lure King Varian into a trap. The Orcs Warchief willingly acted as bait—what a touching act, worthy of praise."
Seeing that Cho'gall had agreed, Thrall showed a look of joy; he knew he would soon be free.
"That's right, exactly. If I capture King Varian, not only will I be able to wash away the shame of the Ogre bride, but my prestige and reputation among the Orcs will also be further enhanced."
"Good, good!" Cho'gall and Thrall immediately agreed, "Let the child King regret it! You can boil Varian into a delicious broth at the gates of Orgrimmar City and let those lucky Orcs soldiers taste it. When Varian's pitiful head hangs on the walls of Orgrimmar, you will gain great glory and win the respect of the Orcs."
"That's right, by personally taking the head of the Kingdom of Stormwind King, my position as Warchief will be even more secure," Thrall roared with a wide grin.
Seeing that Thrall was indeed cooperative, Cho'gall felt a surge of vengeful satisfaction. Varian had ruined his grand plan, and he certainly wouldn't let that damned human King get away with it. To avoid any unforeseen complications, he was eager to push the matter forward.
"Thrall, you need to write a letter to your most loyal subordinate Eitrigg. This is my home turf, and I have the authority to teleport. My teleportation magic isn't as good as Jaina's, but as long as your most loyal guards get to Stranglethorn Vale, the closest point to the Vulgol Ogre Mound, I can definitely teleport them here safely. With your help, it's not difficult. As for how to retreat, Jaina will certainly be willing to send you back to Orgrimmar."
"That's very thoughtful, Cho'gall. If I were a female Orcs, I probably would really be willing to be your bride." Thrall secretly breathed a sigh of relief as he saw his freedom imminent.
The most important characteristic of the so-called "king's mindset" is that it has no bottom line, no moral or legal constraints, and everything is for its own power and interests.
"Of course, I have a small request," Cho'gall continued. "The seal of Ahn'Qiraj binds my master. We need your help to persuade those foolish Dragonkin and the Alliance to help us break the seal. Once my master is free, I will help you remove the remaining Old Gods power from your body."
"A reasonable request," Thrall nodded, having no choice but to concede at this point.
"This is beneficial to both of us, a win-win situation. You can pretend to tell the Alliance that breaking the seal requires a lot of strategic materials, and then the foolish Alliance will save up and donate them. These materials will arm the Orcs army, and you can build a powerful Iron Horde, becoming the noose that kills the Alliance. Hahaha, let these stupid Alliance pay the price."
Thrall's eyes lit up; this was indeed a brilliant plan.
Cho'gall's other head added:
"What a brilliant idea, Thrall. You must fool the Alliance, and I will create a false impression that the Horde has won the glory of defeating the Old Gods. Although everyone knows that even the Titans are powerless against the Old Gods, I want this glory to belong to you, Thrall."
Thrall scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed. "That damned Saurfang will definitely try to take it from me. In fact, we have some tacit understanding, a division of labor behind the scenes. I can only do my best to help you, Cho'gall."
Upon hearing Cho'gall and Thrall's conspiracy, Robbie was shocked but also relieved.
Robbie was initially unable to persuade King Varian, but after hearing Cho'gall's scheme, Robbie knew he had a good reason.
Verifying Cho'gall's plot is easy; all King Varian needs to do is send a scout team to Stranglethorn Vale to investigate.
In the worst-case scenario, King Varian learns of the plot and, whether he believes it or not, will be psychologically wary. King Majesty's resourceful advisors will surely find a way to prevent this outcome.
Regardless, Robbie felt he had grasped the key elements to victory.
Robbie and Vanessa left Ogre Mountain, and along the way, Robbie recounted in detail the conspiracy he had uncovered.
Vanessa gazed at the dark sky, her expression not good. She smoothed her hair and said meaningfully:
"You know, Robbie, I've had a suspicion for a long time, and I've found quite a few clues, but I've never dared to verify them. I'm afraid of facing the cruel truth."
It was clear that Vanessa was hiding something, but she didn't want to talk about it. Robbie knew Vanessa's personality and knew that asking would be pointless; he could only wait for Vanessa to figure it out herself.
After a moment of Anjing, Vanessa smiled broadly and said with a chuckle, "Alright, no matter what, we won't regret it if we've tried our best. Unfortunately, I don't quite understand the mindset of a king, so..."
Man proposes, God disposes; in times like these, Robbie is willing to give it a try, no matter the outcome.
A secret letter was delivered to Varian.
This is a letter Robbie wrote to King Varian. Vanessa was very familiar with the rules of SI:7 and forged a letter with an urgent military intelligence mark so that it could be presented directly to the King.
Varian read the letter and learned of Cho'gall and Thrall's conspiracy. He lowered his head and remained silent, lost in thought for a long time.
To ensure the letter's authenticity, Robbie included an address west of the Rotgrass Farm, and offered to meet with Varian Robbie possible.
Varian pondered for a long time, probably feeling that this matter was of great importance. Relying on the great power he had gained, he became much bolder. He only took a small number of guards and set off for the agreed location.
Varian met Robbie in an abandoned hunter's hut west of the Rotgrass Farm.
Upon meeting King Varian, Robbie merely nodded in greeting. He harbored little goodwill towards His King, but rather intense resentment.
In the body's original memories, Robbie's eldest brother was buried in the cold Northrend, and his second brother disappeared in the war against Garrosh, without even receiving any compensation.
Robbie's younger brother was only sixteen years old when he joined the Alliance's Seventh Legion Reserve. He used to think it was an honor and glory, but now it seems that he was just risking his life for the Horde in vain.
In those tragic and bleak years, every family in Lakeshire had heroes and loyal souls, the root of which lay with King Varian. The King's folly and endless wars brought disaster and suffering to the people.
Varian was very displeased with Robbie's indifferent attitude, and he asked rather rudely:
"Adventurer, I want to know the source of this information."
"I'm sorry, Your King, but I cannot agree," Robbie replied humbly.
"You probably don't know this, but it concerns cooperation between the Alliance and the Horde, for the sake of Azeroth."
"Don't mention Azeroth," Robbie interrupted Varian rudely. "If you truly cared about Azeroth, you should be leading your troops back to Stormwind City immediately, not risking your life for the Orcs here."
Varian disliked dealing with intelligent people, and upon meeting Robbie, who seemed to see through everything, Varian had a feeling of uncertainty. He had to change his approach and asked sternly:
"Adventurer, I'd like to know who you serve."
Robbie paused for a moment, unsure how to respond.