After Arthas destroyed half of Dalanran and seized the Book of Medivh, he led his army north to attack Quel'Thalas in order to capture the Sunwell.
Therefore, the Hillsbrad Foothills south of Dalaran were not invaded by the Scourge. Many refugees from Lordaeron and Kingdom of Alterac gathered in Tarren Mill and Southshore, posing a threat to the south of Undercity.
The Forsaken have been trying to expand southward, but have made no progress due to the treacherous mountains and the long front lines.
The first step of Varimathras' plan was to use Princess Menethil's name to control all human forces in this hill region, and then have Unas seize control of Farshire, so that the two human forces, one in the south and one in the north, could naturally merge.
The next step is to seize Undercity —the capital of Lordaeron. With the Dreadlord, who controls half of the Forsaken's forces, acting as an inside agent, a pincer attack from both sides, with inside help from within, there's no reason why they shouldn't succeed.
After defeating Sylvanas, Tirisfal Glades and Silverpine Forest will fall into our hands, thus recovering nearly half of Lordaeron's territory.
At that time, who could question the legitimacy of Princess Menethil's coronation as the new Queen of Lordaeron?
Whether by law or by strength, all human forces on this land must pledge allegiance to the new queen, or they will be traitors to humanity and will be condemned by everyone.
This is a strategy of achieving great results with minimal investment. Those powerful, fragmented warlords— the Silver Hand, Hearthglen, and Tyr's Hand —have no choice but to kneel before the new queen.
"Human potential is immense; if we unite it, it will undoubtedly become a powerful foundation for you."
Varimathras finished outlining its ambitious "preliminary" plans and looked at its new master with great anticipation.
"This plan is excellent, but it needs to be done quickly. Can it be completed within six months?"
"How is this possible?" The Dreadlord thought his new master was deliberately making things difficult. "The first step is the hardest. Even with our help, it may take more than half a year for a disgraced princess to gain the recognition of the lords of Hillsbrad."
"Then this plan must be changed."
"Why?"
"Because Sylvanas will soon join the Horde." This is the historical trajectory that Unas knows.
"How is that possible?" Varimathras exclaimed in surprise. "Although the Horde is composed of a group of savage and inferior beasts, the line between the living and the Undead is an insurmountable chasm."
"You underestimated Sylvanas's methods and the Orcs Warchief's uniqueness. As long as their interests align, they will unite well. With the Horde as their backing, even if your plan to overthrow the Dark Lady succeeds temporarily, it will face a strong backlash afterward."
This scenario has occurred before in Warcraft history, in the famous Battle of the Undercity — Varimathras staged a coup to expel Sylvanas, but was quickly wiped out, mainly because the Horde supported the Windrunners.
The demon pondered, "If what you say is truly possible, I won't stand idly by. Disrupting alliances built on mutual suspicion is one of my specialties."
The Dreadlord is full of scheming and treachery, and may indeed be able to change history, preventing the Forsaken from joining the Horde.
"Perhaps it's already a bit late. The Dark Lady isn't in the city this time. Where did she go?"
Unas didn't know the exact time Forsaken joined the Horde, only that it must have been sometime between the last two years. If Sylvanas had already made contact with the Horde, it would be too late to say anything now.
"I don't know. She only took a few trusted Banshee with her when she left the city this time, and she didn't tell anyone where she was going."
"If we were to launch a coup now, how confident would you be?"
"Less than 30%," the demon lowered his head. "Too hasty. My forces are scattered across various border defenses, and it will take a considerable amount of time to regroup. The city is full of Windrunner's loyal troops, making it difficult to attack."
It seems the demon's claim of "half the force" was largely an exaggeration; the Forsaken's elite troops remain fiercely loyal to the Queen.
"In short, this matter is entrusted to you. Preventing Sylvanas from allying with the Horde is a great achievement. If your plan succeeds, I will not hesitate to reward you with territory and troops."
"I am willing to serve Your Majesty!"
After a private conversation, the two turned their attention back to Luisa, the fallen princess who remained kneeling in the distance, her eyes misty and sorrowful.
"How can we control her? No matter how noble her bloodline, a timid and dull woman cannot win the hearts of nobles and commoners."
"Two methods," the Dreadlord was a master in this regard, "Completely destroy her consciousness, turn her into a puppet, and control her every word and action. This method is simple, brutal, and quick to take effect, although it's easy to leave clues, but as long as you monitor her constantly, there won't be too many problems."
"What about the other one?"
"To subtly transform her into a slave devoted solely to her master would require a long period of training, which doesn't fit our plan."
"It seems you've made your choice. Let's begin. I also want to learn your methods of turning people into dolls."
Although Unas is of a higher rank than his opponent, when it comes to demonic methods, he is naturally far inferior to the experienced Dreadlord.
Varimathras grinned wickedly and ordered the Undead soldiers to drag Luisa to him. The girl didn't scream; she kept her eyes fixed on Unas, as if his demonic appearance was the most striking work of art.
The Dreadlord's single claw completely enveloped the girl's head. Its first step, of course, was to cast a spell to destroy her consciousness. However, before it could penetrate much further, the demon, as if holding a hot potato, violently flung its giant claw away, screamed, and fell to the ground.
The already weakened demon gasped for breath, "There's something in her consciousness that's reflecting my mental attack!"
Unas clearly remembered that Natasha had told him not long ago that Luisa's spirit was protected by a magical barrier, which was airtight and unexpectedly had the effect of reflecting attacks.
"Try again."
The demon had no choice but to obey. This time, it dared not attack violently again, but cautiously probed. However, waves of excruciating pain still appeared, as if the other party could sense its malice and took the initiative to retaliate.
Soon, another scream rang out. Varimathras had failed once again. Its desperate, all-out attack failed to break through the barrier and instead inflicted immense damage on itself.
Do you think I can't do anything to you?
Enraged, the demon ripped open Luisa's shirt with a claw, intending to humiliate the human woman who had caused it so much pain in another vile way.
Luisa clutched her exposed shoulder in terror, desperately crawling towards Unas's feet, screaming, "Knight, save me!"
Unas chuckled, and a strange line suddenly popped into his mind. "Go ahead and scream, no one will come to save you even if you scream your lungs out."