Varian was not without options; he could still return to being a leisurely King.
But after all, he was once a king. Having tasted the sweetness of power, how could he easily let go, and how could he willingly allow his Destiny to be controlled by others?
Despite Greymane's analysis that this was a war he was destined to lose, who knows if there wasn't a chance?
Varian believed in Illidan; if he was confident in attacking the Tomb of Sargeras, he must have a way to win.
With the support of the Savior "Illidan," he could regain power, just as the Savior Thrall helped him secure his throne in Stormwind City.
"For the sake of House Wrynn, for the glory of Kingdom of Stormwind, then, Greymane, I shall be the commander," King Varian said solemnly.
That's right.
Greymane's brows relaxed, and he clapped his hands in praise:
"King Varian, the leader of the Alliance, personally taking charge is far better than this old wolf having to do it. Rest assured, I've already commissioned a batch of armor and weapons from the Goblins and Ironforge, which will arrive soon. I'll certainly hand you over a well-disciplined Alliance army; our Alliance absolutely cannot lose in terms of morale."
They were a motley crew, but fortunately, there were enough of them. As long as the soldiers of different races were reorganized and replaced with reliable mid- to low-level commanders, they could be managed to be controlled. We didn't expect them to have much combat power; we just wanted them to be able to give Illidan an explanation.
Varian believed that as long as one participated in this war, there would be opportunities.
Khadgar suffered a setback in Stormwind City, but fortunately, Greymane was a wise King who organized a large Alliance army, led by King Varian. Khadgar was overjoyed to hear this.
Unfortunately, the Alliance still refuses to open the Dark Portal.
Despite Khadgar's best efforts and the use of all his connections and resources, he was still powerless to change the situation.
Unable to open the Dark Portal and let the Iron Horde into Azeroth, they could not persuade Sylvanas to join the war. Compared to the troublesome Kingdom of Stormwind, Sylvanas was an even more unpredictable woman.
Helpless, Khadgar could only turn to Illidan for advice.
Inside the magnificent palace of Suramar, Aman'Thul threw a cup full of milk to the ground and roared in anger:
"Khadgar, you're a useless piece of trash. Can't you even handle something this simple?"
Khadgar, trembling with fear and barely daring to breathe, cautiously said, "I've heard that the Alliance is preparing for war, and all the Legions are ready for battle to defend against the Burning Legion's attack."
"Being wary of the Burning Legion is also being wary of me." Aman'Thul gritted his teeth, his jaw clenching. Although he had threatened to attack Kingdom of Stormwind, it was just a threat; he knew his own strength.
Aman'Thul's Demons Legions can rampage through the Broken Isles, but if they were to face the regular Legion of Kingdom of Stormwind, they would likely not gain any advantage.
If the battle with the Kingdom of Stormwind really ends in a stalemate, when will I be able to complete my great cause?
"The Alliance will pay the price for their Pride. Once I conquer the Tomb of Sargeras and obtain the Avatar, it will be the end of the Alliance. I swear." Aman'Thul's eyes flashed with a fierce light. After careful consideration, he said to Khadgar:
"Go tell Sylvanas that Azshara and Medivh were able to summon the Dark Portal because they studied in the Burning Legion. I, Illidan, once infiltrated the Burning Legion, Sargeras trusted me implicitly. Summoning the Dark Portal is a piece of cake for me. What Azshara and Medivh could do, I, Illidan, can do as well."
Khadgar looked surprised upon hearing this. Summoning the Dark Portal had always been the domain of mages, requiring not only powerful magic but also accumulated knowledge and experience.
Khadgar thought it was highly improbable that a Demon Hunter with nothing but muscles in his head could summon the Dark Portal.
Aman'Thul is a Titans, and with the Eye of Aman'Thul and the Key to the Worlds in his hands, summoning the Dark Portal is nothing to him. His only concern is Elune, fearing that Moon Goddess might become suspicious.
But the Alliance refused to back down, leaving Aman'Thul with no choice but to take the risk.
After careful consideration, Aman'Thul realized that the only way forward was to act swiftly, conquer the Tomb of Sargeras as quickly as possible, and then control a powerful avatar. This would at least give him the ability to protect himself and allow him to achieve his goal before the Moon Goddess noticed.
"Go tell Sylvanas that there are uninhabited areas on the Broken Shore where I will summon the Dark Portal. This requires the help of Dalaran. You need to Dalaran to the skies above the Broken Shore so that Sylvanas's Iron Horde can prepare to march on Azeroth."
Teleporting to Dalaran would consume a large amount of mana reserves. Khadgar was heartbroken, but there was nothing he could do. His concern was for Sylvanas: "Great Savior, what if Sylvanas disagrees?"
Aman'Thul narrowed his eyes. "She has no choice but to agree. Otherwise, I will unite with the Alliance in the name of the Savior to destroy her. Without the Iron Horde, her only forces in Azeroth are the Blood Elves and the Forsaken. What makes her think she can fight me?"
Khadgar nodded. With Orgrimmar destroyed and the Iron Horde unable to reach them, the Horde was at its weakest point. However, Sylvanas wasn't without options; she could simply enter Draenor and never return.
Finally, Aman'Thul realized that threats alone weren't a solution; Stormwind City wouldn't buy it, and Sylvanas might not back down either. Aman'Thul's eyes darted around, and he instructed Khadgar:
"Although Sylvanas has gained Fel Body, this form has many drawbacks, such as the inability to reproduce. Tell Sylvanas that if she's willing to help me, I will forge her a flawless, immortal Highborne body. A woman's love of beauty will never change."
Aman'Thul winked at Elisande behind him, Elisande then took out a roll of canvas, quickly drew on it with magic, rolled it up, and handed it to Khadgar.
"Give this painting to Sylvanas, and she will surely agree."
In Theramore, Khadgar met with Sylvanas and told her that Illidan would summon the Dark Portal on the Broken Shore, requiring the cooperation of the Iron Horde. Sylvanas simply smiled coldly after hearing this.
"Illidan is quite the schemer. The Iron Horde will face the Tomb of Sargeras directly once they enter Azeroth. The Lich King Arthas gave me a second life, but I still hate him because I hate being dominated. Illidan wants to dominate me? No way! I call the shots in the Iron Horde."
Sylvanas was indeed stubborn and difficult to deal with, so Khadgar had to resort to a second method:
"Your Majesty the Dark Lady, I think you should understand that the Horde now only has Blood Elves and Forsaken in Azeroth. If the Savior Illidan unites with the Alliance, what are your chances of victory? I'm afraid even the Blood Elf Elves might defect."
Sylvanas stood up, looking at Khadgar with amusement. "Khadgar, you should know, Thrall threatened me, Garrosh threatened me, and that wretched old bastard Vol'jin, but they're all dead."
This woman was utterly unreasonable, Khadgar felt a sense of powerlessness. He could only resort to his last resort and hand her the scroll drawn by Elisande.