The success of the Argent Crusade greatly inflated Garrosh's ambition; his goal was to emulate Vol'jin and turn Varian into a second Tirion Fordring!
When he actually started, Garrosh found it wasn't that difficult; it went much more smoothly than he had imagined.
After being healed by the Shaman, King Varian, surrounded by his Royal Guards, ordered his entire army to lay down their weapons, declaring that anyone who disobeyed would be punished for treason.
The imperial authority remained intact, and there were very few who dared to rebel.
Unarmed human soldiers were gathered together like sheep, driven by Royal Guards and Orcs, toiling away every day as laborers for the Orcs.
When Garrosh was short of military rations, he would select some soldiers to go to the Slaughterhouse.
Then came the propaganda of the Peace Dove, constantly instilling in ordinary soldiers the greatness, benevolence, justice, and kindness of the Orcs, and their outstanding contributions to saving Azeroth.
The Peace Dove constantly proclaims that being eaten by the Orcs is an honor, a symbol of peace Alliance and the Horde, and that everything is for the sake of saving Azeroth!
Before long, he gained the support of the "vast number of soldiers." Under the secret guidance of the Peace Dove, soldiers continued to give speeches, claiming that being eaten by Orcs was a great honor.
King Varian also gave similar speeches on several occasions, citing real-life examples, claiming that his predecessor, King Llane, and King Terenas of Lordaeron, had set a good example by being torn apart and eaten alive by Orcs, which he called a great human tradition.
"We humans are born to be eaten by Orcs."
Varian spoke thus, his expression dignified and imposing in the cold winds of Northrend, which was quite persuasive:
"The Orcs Consecration everything to save Azeroth. For this, the Tauren, Pandaren, and Zandalari Trolls all offered their flesh and blood. What a great honor and noble sentiment this is! As a part of Azeroth, humanity should also have this noble awareness."
"Soldiers, do not let yourselves become sinners in history. When your descendants speak of it, they should proudly proclaim that we have been food for the Orcs for generations, that we have contributed to Azeroth, and that I am proud, I am proud."
Under the horrific oppressive rule, the rebels were brutally suppressed, and the 30,000 soldiers finally resigned themselves to their fate, willingly becoming slaves and provisions for the Orcs.
Garrosh wasn't satisfied yet; he wanted to turn Kingdom of Stormwind, and even the entire Alliance, into a source of meat for the Orcs.
To fulfill Garrosh's wish, King Varian sent a letter back to Stormwind City, ordering the conscription of farmers.
Icecrown Citadel.
Kel'Thuzad trembled with rage as he read the captured letters from the King.
"I never imagined Varian would be this kind of person. He's gone even further than Tirion Fordring. If we let him succeed, the Alliance is finished. It seems we have to take action."
Robbie sighed. Some things you'll never know the cruel truth of until you experience them firsthand, and how many ridiculous lies history has to offer.
Remember the evaluations of King Varian by later generations? They were all words of praise: great, just, brave, and countless others.
But who would have known that he also had moments when he betrayed his country and people, and groveled before the Orcs?
"The time has come; it's time to make our move," Robbie said seriously.
Kel'Thuzad clenched his fist and nodded solemnly:
"That's right. The reason we tolerate the Horde in Northrend is partly because of Azeroth's rejection of us, as the Scourge prepares to attack the Nexus, and partly because we're concerned about the Alliance. If the Alliance really does recklessly storm Icecrown Bulwark, what will we do?"
Robbie said coldly, "If Varian succeeds, the Alliance will become like domesticated pigs, and domesticated pigs won't fight for their master's safety."
Kel'Thuzad took a deep breath:
"Let it begin, let the Horde taste the wrath of the Scourge."
In the dead of night at Valiance Keep, just as Garrosh was dreaming of unifying Azeroth, a sudden commotion erupted, followed by countless cries of agony and pleas for mercy.
Garrosh looked displeased and was about to go out to check when a guard rushed in:
"General, something terrible has happened! The Scourge has breached Valiance Keep!"
"What, the Scourge?"
Having heard that the Scourge's main force had mysteriously disappeared, leaving only some low-level minions, Garrosh wasn't worried and quickly grabbed Gorehowl.
An opportunity to make a name for oneself has arrived. Ideally, one should Execute a Scourge general, preserve him as a specimen, transport him back to Orgrimmar, and be praised by future generations, achieving lasting fame.
Garrosh went to the window and looked down, and was immediately terrified.
The Scourge sent only a few thousand soldiers, and they were the lowest-ranking Ghouls.
But these Ghouls were all over three meters tall, with terrifying cold light flashing in their eyes, metallic-looking skin, and sharp claws like blades. They charged into the fortress and slaughtered everyone in sight.
The Orcs soldiers were as fragile as paper, unable to withstand even a single blow.
Scourge soldiers possess tough hides, rendering ordinary swords, axes, and magical attacks ineffective. They are natural killing machines, expressionless, methodically carrying out their slaughter without leaving any survivors. Orcs kneel on the ground, howling and begging for mercy, but are still mercilessly killed.
The fortress was littered with the Corpses of Orcs. Under this horrific massacre, the Orcs, known for their bravery, had long since lost their morale and were fleeing in all directions in a desperate panic.
But these Ghouls were incredibly fast, leaping dozens of meters in a single bound, and no Orcs could escape their pursuit.
Knowing that all was lost, Garrosh hurriedly tore open a Teleportation Scroll and disappeared.
These Ghouls only killed Orcs, ignoring human soldiers, but they did not spare the traitorous Royal Guards and Peace Doves.
Tyrion the Gnome was beheaded, and Gnome body was hung on a flagpole.
In the dimly lit basement, King Varian huddled in a corner, trembling with fear. Soon after, the sounds of killing outside ceased.
King Varian looked up and saw only pairs of red eyes staring intently at him. A torch was lit, and Ghouls stood around him.
"Your King, I've heard you enjoy being eaten by Orcs," a Ghoul said in a mechanical voice.
Varian was speechless. The Ghoul produced a Teleportation Scroll:
"Your King, I will grant your wish."
With a flash of light, Varian vanished from his spot.
At Valiance Keep, when the human soldiers numbly emerged from the camp, not a single Orcs could be seen; the Scourge had taken away all the Orcs corpses.
Large patches of blood remained on the ground, along with countless scattered weapons and armor, as if to tell everyone that a simple massacre had taken place here.
Not war.
"The King is missing, what should we do?" The soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment.
Garrosh teleported to Dalaran and immediately spotted Rhonin, shouting:
"Thirty thousand, my thirty thousand soldiers, all dead. It was the Scourge."
Garrosh's eyes darted around, and he quickly added:
"The Scourge and the Burning Legion colluded and launched a surprise attack on my camp under the cover of night. Sargeras personally led the attack. I slaughtered a million Scourge soldiers, killed hundreds of thousands of Demons, and wounded Sargeras. Unfortunately, the enemy was too many, and I had to retreat temporarily."
Rhonin turned to the side, Garrosh saw several familiar faces.