After Robbie's order was issued, most of the 50,000 soldiers expressed their homesickness and wanted to return to Kingdom of Stormwind. Robbie expressed his understanding and offered to provide ships and food.
Interestingly, most of the generals chose to stay, which surprised Robbie.
It should be understood that his initial refuge with the Scourge was out of necessity, not due to any fault in the war. If he had returned to Kingdom of Stormwind, he would very likely have regained power and enjoyed a life of wealth and luxury.
General Xiboli, who had severely wounded Garrosh, was one of those who chose to stay. Xiboli went to see Duke Bolvar, and upon meeting him, he said:
"Duke Bolvar, having escorted 50,000 troops onto the ship, my duty is complete. I have no further dealings with the Kingdom of Stormwind, and I hope you will continue to look after me from now on."
The Duke invited General Xiboli to sit down and asked, somewhat puzzled:
"General, you severely wounded Garrosh in that battle, truly a rare talent. With frequent wars in Kingdom of Stormwind, this is a perfect opportunity to make a name for yourself. Why would you stay in a place like this?"
Xiboli laughed, "With a new king ascending the throne in Stormwind City, the Peace Dove still controls the situation. What use are all these skills? They'll probably just become Orcs rations next time."
Duke Bolvar shared the same sentiment, and the two couldn't help but sigh, expressing their concern for the future of the Alliance.
The news that Northrend's 50,000-strong army wanted to return to Stormwind City quickly reached Stormwind Keep.
Tyrion, the Gnome from the Peace Dove, has now become King Varian's most trusted confidant. Although his official position is only that of a court scholar, he is second only to the King.
Upon receiving the news, Tyrion was overjoyed. Holding the letter aloft, he rushed to the Throne Room, shouting as he ran, "King Majesty, great joy! Our valiant soldiers are returning! Fifty thousand troops! A full fifty thousand troops!"
King Varian looked puzzled and lowered his head to ask:
Where did these 50,000 troops come from?
Tyrion hurriedly explained, "Your King, a few days ago, you personally led an army of 50,000 to conquer the Zul'Drak Empire, but unfortunately you were ambushed by the Scourge."
Varian then recalled, and became even more puzzled. "I remember that the entire army of 50,000 was wiped out, and I barely managed to break through."
Tyrion was quite embarrassed, and after a long while, he whispered, "King Majesty, fifty thousand troops were captured by the Scourge, but now that the main force of the Scourge has mysteriously disappeared, they have been released."
Upon hearing this, Varian flew into a rage and slammed his fist on the table, saying:
"Back then, I was surrounded, and it was only thanks to the Royal Guards' desperate fighting and Jaina's timely arrival that I was able to break through safely. I thought those 50,000 soldiers fought bravely and sacrificed themselves for the country, but ha, it turns out they just surrendered to the Scourge. They have truly let me down."
Tyrion didn't know how to explain, only that the false memories he had fabricated were too real, so he could only patiently persuade him:
"King Majesty, the Kingdom of Stormwind is in dire need of manpower. Although the main force of the Scourge has vanished, countless minions remain and must be eliminated. My suggestion is to send 50,000 troops to land in Durotar to assist Savior in his expedition Thrall Northrend and wipe out the remnants of the Scourge."
Varian was furious and didn't want to see the 50,000-strong army, but upon hearing the Thrall, the Savior, his face darkened, and he said fiercely:
"A bunch of lowly traitors, who are qualified to enter Orgrimmar? Pass on my orders: command these five armies to sail into Southshore, confront the Forsaken, and find their own supplies."
Tyrion looked helpless, but dared not argue, and could only agree.
According to the rules of the Alliance on the Azeroth Continent, whether one dies in battle or is captured after defeat, one is a great hero.
However, Varian, who came from another world, had some unconventional ideas, believing that defeat was a disgrace.
Compared to the indecisive Kites, Varian has his own opinions and views, and is stubborn and headstrong, making him difficult to persuade once he has made a decision.
Varian stood up and paced back and forth beside the throne, chuckling coldly:
"The defeat at Zul'Drak is the shame of my life. Now that the Scourge's main force has mysteriously disappeared, leaving only some low-level minions, this is the perfect opportunity for my revenge. Issue the order to gather an army of 100,000; I will personally lead the expedition to Northrend."
Tyrion was greatly alarmed upon hearing this. Disregarding the King's temperament, he hurriedly advised, "King Majesty, the Kingdom of Stormwind is currently unable to muster an army of 100,000."
Varian's eyes widened, and he said sharply:
"If there aren't enough soldiers, I'll conscript adventurers; if there aren't enough adventurers, I'll forcibly conscript farmers, even women, children, and the elderly. In short, in three days, I will see an army of 100,000, and no one will be able to stop my wrath for revenge against the Scourge."
Tyrion knew that once King Varian made up his mind, no one could sway him, so he had no choice but to accept the order.
Three days will pass quickly, and the day to hand in the results is approaching.
Tyrion was frowning. Although Tyrion had put in a lot of effort and the Peace Dove worked together, they were still far from having an army of 100,000.
Having lost 70,000 troops in Northrend, Stormwind City's national strength is no longer what it used to be.
A grand ball is being held at a luxurious manor in Elwynn Forest. Despite the kingdom being fraught with danger, the nobles continue to live a life of extravagance and debauchery.
Tyrion's short figure weaved through the skirts of young girls and noblewomen, eliciting exaggerated screams. He had no intention of flirting with the women, and instead picked up a glass of wine and drank it sullenly.
It seems you have something on your mind!
A figure with a black cloth covering his face approached Tyrion. In the upper echelons of Kingdom of Stormwind, only one person dressed like this: Grand Duke Alpha.
It is said among the noble ladies that beneath this black cloth lies a face of unparalleled beauty, rarely seen in the world.
Tyrion, engrossed in his drink, muttered:
"Grand Duke, you know my predicament. How can I possibly prepare an army of 100,000 in three days? Most of the adventurers have joined the Argent Crusade. Recruiting farmers is one option, but the time given to me is too short. I feel that His King is deliberately making things difficult for me."
Grand Duke Alpha laughed and said, "You overestimate our King. I think he's just ignorant, believing that gathering an army of 100,000 is a piece of cake."
Tyrion shook his head with a wry smile, "The King doesn't understand, yet he refuses to listen to our advice, stubbornly clinging to his own opinions. I somewhat miss the Night Watch King; at least the Night Watch is willing to improve and learn."
The Grand Duke casually grabbed a handful from the leg of a passing noblewoman, eliciting a burst of cheerful laughter. He brought his hand to his mask, smelled it, and whispered, "How many soldiers do you have now?"
Tyrion replied, "A little over thirty thousand."
The Grand Duke gave an "Oh," and chuckled, "More than 30,000 soldiers will march past the King in three separate inspections, making a total of 100,000. Don't worry, our King doesn't understand anything."
Upon hearing this, Tyrion's face lit up, and he was in high spirits. His eyes swept across the ball, searching for his prey for the night.
When the three-day deadline arrived, Stormwind City Harbor was bustling with activity, a scene of utter chaos.
King Varian personally led an army of 100,000 on an expedition to Northrend, and the news quickly spread Azeroth Continent.