"What an unexpected turn of events!"
Robbie's scheme failed.
According to the immutable laws of history, Varian's return to the King is inevitable.
Robbie only wanted to use the power of the Old Gods to secretly control Varian and reduce the harm to the people of Kingdom of Stormwind.
Unfortunately, all her careful planning was ruined by Kites' ambition, and with Sylvanas exposing her scheme, Jaina had no choice but to abandon the use of the Old Gods's power.
The Wild God have now become minions of Elune, the Moon Goddess. Under her blessing, their strength is uncertain, and Robbie has to be cautious.
Jaina led the group to Mount Hyjal, the secluded abode of the Wild God.
Robbie pondered for a long time before entering Stormwind City to seek help.
Through the Duke Bolvar's introduction, Robbie met Archbishop Benedictus.
"Haha, esteemed envoy of the Scourge, Stormwind City welcomes you."
This was a private room for entertaining distinguished guests. A map of Azeroth hung on the wall, Benedictus stood in front of it, speaking warmly:
"We know that the Scourge's only enemy is the Orcs, Kingdom of Stormwind will never help Orcs. If necessary, we are even willing to lend a hand. In terms of the navy, we are stronger than the Orcs of Orgrimmar."
Robbie shook his head and said, "It's a pity King Varian is coming back. You know, he's always been a supporter of Thrall and will definitely drag Stormwind City into a quagmire of war."
Benedictus chuckled coldly, "I've already planned it all out. It'll be a method from the Old Gods, ensuring he dies an unexplained death. I'll say His King died from a mere cold."
Robbie asked, "What if Varian gets the help of the Wild God?"
"Wild God?"
Benedictus was silent for a long time, his face bitter, before he gave a wry smile:
"By the Holy Light, the Wild God are no longer the free beings they once were. They have become the minions of Elune. I fear the Holy Light will not support us in our fight against Elune. What should we do? Kingdom of Stormwind is in danger."
Benedictus paced back and forth in the room, his face filled with sorrow, and said painfully:
"The other day, Thrall Faction a special envoy. Do you know what Thrall demanded? He requested that Kingdom of Stormwind provide 500,000 humans to serve as food for the Orcs' army."
"How could you make such an rude request?" Robbie asked in surprise.
However, considering the fates of the Pandaren and Tauren, this request doesn't seem like much.
Benedictus gripped his hair tightly. "Yes, I don't understand either. Thrall had the audacity to make such an outrageous demand. Wasn't he afraid of the Alliance launching a full-scale war against the Horde? Now I understand. If King Varian returns, this is entirely possible."
"I have a plan!" Robbie said coldly. "Jaina and Sylvanas want to use the power of the Wild Gods to help King Varian return, so we'll give him Wild God. As far as I know, there's a Wild God who isn't under Elune's control."
"You mean the Goldrinn Lo'gosh Goldrinn?" Benedictus asked in surprise.
Robbie nodded. "I suspect the Goldrinn's origins are related to Y'Shaarj, perhaps even being formed from Y'Shaarj and blood. What we need is an ambitious King, not a puppet of Jaina and Sylvanas."
Benedictus hesitated for a moment. "Yes, it's a huge gamble, but even the worst-case scenario can't be worse than providing the Orcs with half a million humans."
"Summoning the Goldrinn requires the Scythe of Elune," Robbie requested.
"A reasonable request, I'll go get it for you right away." Benedictus led Robbie into the Booty Bay room, and after overcoming numerous Guards, Robbie finally obtained the Scythe of Elune.
This was a simple, long-handled sickle, easily mistaken for an ordinary sickle used by farmers. Robbie sensed a mysterious whisper emanating from it.
Mount Hyjal, before the remains of the World Tree.
Although the World Tree Nordrassil was destroyed, the energy that had seeped into the surrounding area was still terrifying. The Wild God lived in seclusion among the ruins of Nordrassil, greedily absorbing this energy.
Sylvanas arrived at the foot of the World Tree and, with the help of Jaina and Antonidas, built an Altar to summon the Wild God.
Kites couldn't help, but a look of smug satisfaction crossed his face. He never imagined that he would not only become the King of Stormwind City, but also gain the power of the Wild God.
Kalecgos was filled with jealousy, and felt very uncomfortable.
With the power of the Wild God, this Night Watch's strength will be greatly enhanced, and he may even be able to contend with the Dragon Aspects.
If not now, when?
Kalecgos's eyes darted around, and he patted Kites on the shoulder, saying, "Congratulations, brother, on ascending to the King of Stormwind City. I'll have to take good care of you from now on."
At the beginning of their relationship, Kites constantly tried to please Kalecgos. Now that the situation has reversed, Kites has become arrogant and said indifferently, "No problem, no problem."
"He's not sincere at all; this bastard is turning his back on us."
Kalecgos was very frustrated. Although he was not strong enough, he was still old and full of schemes.
Taking advantage of Jaina and Sylvanas's inattention, he secretly devised a wicked plan:
There are many ways to ruin a King, but what is the most insidious? It's women, of course. As the saying goes, "beauty is a curse," and how many Kings have been unable to extricate themselves from the allure of women?
Kalecgos lowered his voice and said mysteriously:
"Brother, Prince Anduin of Stormwind City has no blood relation to you whatsoever. Once he ascends the throne, the first thing he'll have to consider is the issue of succession."
Kites's mouth dropped open in surprise, and he couldn't close it for a long time. He was so happy that he hadn't expected this concern.
Kalecgos said seriously:
"Anduin, after all, the eldest son, and his succession to the throne is rightful. My suggestion is that after ascending the King, he should marry a High Elf woman as his queen, and have a fine Half-breed who will live a long life and be very powerful. This Anduin."
Kites's expression shifted between light and shadow, as if he truly were King.
Kalecgos pointed at the busy Sylvanas:
"High Elf women are practically immortal, eternally youthful. Look at Her Majesty the Queen; even as an Undead, her silhouette remains flawless. I know a High Elf woman, a member of the Sunreavers family, whose beauty and figure surpass even the Windrunner Sisters."
Kites blushed and after a long pause, replied, "But I prefer Orcs women."
"What? You like female Orcs?"
Kalecgos looked conflicted; what should he do?
With the Altar completed, Sylvanas walked over, glared fiercely at Kalecgos, and said seriously to Kites:
"There are many Wild God. I will now cast a spell at the Altar to summon Wild God one by one before you for you to choose from. They will make requests and offer you the abilities they can grant. My advice is not to choose Agamaggan or Cenarius. Agamaggan is a god of the Quilboars and has clashed with Aegwynn in the past. Cenarius is an Imp; you can't count on him in a pinch."
Kites replied respectfully, "I will obey Your Majesty's arrangements."