All life has the ability to predict danger, which is an instinct engraved in the soul.
Just like the mice, snakes and bugs before the earthquake, just like the ants swallowed by naughty children with water, just like the frogs in warm water. Yes, frogs will jump out, don't ask me why I know.
People, in fact, are the same.
A sudden whim or sudden panic is an instinctive warning. Your body is trying to tell you that something bad may be about to happen.
At this time, people will appear panicked, and under threat, they often make irrational judgments.
Such as now, such as the imperial nobles at this time.
A sense of impending crisis was like a hurricane that swept across Kalimdor in the past few days, causing the nobles to rush out of their mansions and wander around like blind rats and headless flies.
They were running around, searching for all kinds of inside information, trying to learn more information, but the more they learned, the more frightened they became about the current situation.
There seems to be an unstoppable trend for lunatics from the south to occupy the emperor's throne.
Varian, who is known as the "Blood King", might do the same horrific things he did in the Kingdom of Stormwind across the empire on his first day as emperor.
He would kill all the nobles, confiscate all their property, drive their wives and children out of the mansion, and kill a few celebrities to quell the incited anger of the common people.
The entire empire will flow into rivers of blood, and the madman will step on their bones and leave his name in history, and they, they losers, will not have their place in history. They will only be described with adjectives such as decay and depravity, and this
This time, there is no other place for them to hide. The Federation will not accept them. As long as the nobles dare to set foot on that rebellious land, they will be hanged on the Federation's telephone poles immediately.
The orcs in the tribe will dislike them because they are not good warriors.
And the night elves will not accept them. Those purple-skinned elves look down on any human being, no matter how rich or high they are.
At this critical moment, the nobles who have always flaunted their noble blood are like drunkards on the street. They suddenly find that their noble blood and their wealth cannot save them at this moment. On the contrary, that thing will destroy them.
They were dragged into a deeper and more terrible hell.
The shadow of death, like the fear of tarsal poison, hung over the heads of these nobles who were in constant fear, making them unable to sleep, unable to eat well, and even no longer interested in continuing their daily pleasures.
The nobles of Lordaeron were the first to get the news. The great nobles reacted very quickly. They immediately threatened King Arthas with impeachment and demanded that he not side with Varian. Some whimsical "
The "romantic" nobles even proposed holding a coronation ceremony under the Pope's crown, and they promoted Alsace to the throne of emperor.
Come and occupy the magpie's nest!
But anyone with a few brains knows that without the approval of His Majesty the Pope, this so-called coronation ceremony can only be like a monkey show.
But even if the few people with brains and strength among the nobility will not do such stupid things, it does not mean that they will sit still and wait for death. They can also do other things, some that are destructive, inflammatory, and full of
Bloody things to prevent your own doom.
Just like those shameless rats in the opened cave who fought back crazily, even if the end of the world is unavoidable, they still have to drag many people with them
Buried together!
This has nothing to do with wisdom, courage, or even the matter itself. It is the vicious entity flowing in their veins. The so-called majestic exit, the so-called shocking event, all are to prove that they are different.
Their deformed and ugly nobility must be sacrificed with their lives!
The news coming from Baita City Port only lifted off that layer of disguise and exposed their naked viciousness and madness to the world. That's all.
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"Have you heard? Our "great" Lord Leoric von Zeldiger boarded a ship to New Stormwind City yesterday. He surrendered and went to the House of Wrynn."
The Blood King "surrendered!"
In a country villa outside the city of New Lordaeron, a private gathering of big nobles is taking place. This is obviously a secret gathering. In order to keep it secret, the big shots don't even have servants here. Even pouring wine is noble.
The people were doing it in person, and Tony Romano, who was holding a glass of wine, was leaning against the window of the room, talking to other people, and looking out the window.
This guy used to be an assassin, but it was not because of the national mission or family inheritance, but purely because of his own interests.
Tony Romano was the actual lord of the original Stormwind Kingdom. He once owned the territory of 17 towns. However, he was romantic in nature and liked to do some less "serious" things for fun. When the Dark Blade Army attacked Stormwind City,
He was lucky enough to escape that massacre, and even though he moved to Kalimdor, he was still a great nobleman in the old kingdom before Varian returned.
But now, he is a fugitive. On the night when Varian raised his butcher knife against the nobles, he crossed the border with the nobles of the North and took refuge in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Fortunately, the lingering shadow left by his father's generation is still there.
Now, he is living a very good life in this country.
But some things cannot be avoided.
A cold light shone in the eyes of the former thief. He narrowed his eyes and slammed the wine glass in his hand on the ground. Amidst the sound of the glass breaking, Tony Romano's voice became more sinister:
"I'm so blind! That old soldier has been tough all his life. That night, when Varian raised his butcher knife against us, I still thought about dragging him to escape with us! Grayson, our great Leoric
What did the lord say at that time? He wanted to fight Varian's atrocities with us! I still remember it clearly, but now? That coward! That old immortal guy actually abandoned us and went to kneel before Varian.
Please surrender, he will die! And he will die miserably!"
"Varian won't let him go!"
The noble's voice became very sharp, screaming like a chicken with its neck stuck, but his curses and curses revealed the weakness and fear in this guy's heart. He once walked in the shadows.
, now being on a battlefield under the sun, a life-and-death situation with real swords and guns, made him feel scared.
"That's enough! Stop this incompetent barking!"
A low voice came from the corner of the room. Everyone else put down their wine glasses and looked at the speaker. He was a middle-aged man wearing a black hunting suit and sitting in the corner quietly drinking.
Even though he has gray hair on his head, his waist is still straight, just like those old-school soldiers.
This is Duke Grayson Wakesha, the highest-ranking nobleman who fled when Varian massacred the nobles. He was once the leader of the Royal Knights of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and was also a warrior who followed King Lion.
The family is older than the existence of Stormwind City, and can even be traced directly back to the period of Emperor Thoradin.
Among this group of nobles who are in constant panic, he is one of the real leaders.
And now, even when faced with the terrible news that Varian might be crowned emperor, Duke Grayson did not panic at all. He raised his head, glared at Lord Tony, and said in a deep voice:
"Leoric and I have known each other since we were children. When we went to the battlefield to fight trolls, Tony, you were still in your mother's womb! So shut up! I know Leoric. He is a true paladin. He believes in
It is a rule that cannot be violated for him. If the Pope really wants Varian to become emperor, then even if Leoric hates Varian, he will choose to obey, let alone!"
The tall Duke stood up, looked at everyone in front of him, and said:
"Leoric had a long conversation with me for several hours before leaving."
"Then why didn't you stop him!"
Lord Tony Romano, who was a little drunk, shouted:
"You should have kept him!"
"Shut up!"
Duke Grayson pointed at Lord Tony, his fingers like swords:
"If I hear you say one more word and hear you exaggerating this boring fear, I will pull out your tongue! You can try it!"
Lord Tony obviously had no intention of confronting Duke Grayson. He snorted coldly and stopped talking.
"Leorric told me that when he joined the army and became a Paladin, he swore an oath to protect the people, instead of pointing the blade at his own compatriots. What Varian did was cruel, but Leoric saw
Let me just say one more thing about the changes in Stormwind Kingdom in the past few years. You and I have also seen it, and our eyes are not blind yet!"
Duke Grayson drank all the wine in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief:
"We thought that without us, Varian's kingdom would be in chaos. We thought that we were an indispensable part of a country. We thought that our existence was a matter of course, but what is the reality?"
"Varian slapped us hard with the facts. Those people lived a hundred times better in Varian's country without nobles than under our rule! We were wrong, friends and brothers,
We are not as important as we think. As for you inviting me here today, you probably want me to make an idea."
The Duke laughed twice, turned around without hesitation, opened the door, and dropped a sentence to the stunned nobles:
"My idea for you is to eat something good, drink something good, sort out the family accounts, take good care of your relatives, and wait for Emperor Varian to take over. In this way, at least we can save one life, and at least we can live to see
It doesn’t matter what you are plotting or what you want to do until your grandchildren get married.”
"I quit!"
"I've already made a mistake once, and I don't want to make a mistake a second time!"
"Coward! Coward!"
The moment Duke Grayson walked out of the door, Lord Tony Romano roared behind him, like a beast that was forced into a corner. His eyes were red and he screamed:
"Varian will not let you go, you betrayed him! He will kill you and kill all your family! Either resist or die! Grayson, come back!"
Faced with this angry scolding, the old Duke turned his head, looked at Lord Tony, and said expressionlessly:
"No! I know Varian, he won't!"
"Bang"
The door was completely closed at this moment, leaving only the stunned nobles in the room. They didn't know what to do. Grayson's departure seemed to have separated the backbone of these nobles, leaving them at a loss.
"Bang"
There was another loud noise, and it was Lord Tony who crushed the wine bottle in his hand. The lord with a violent aura all over his body walked to the center of the room, and he looked at the others fiercely:
"Who else wants to leave? Get out! Go grovel and beg for mercy from your Varian! Get out!"
There was deathly silence. Several young nobles stood up and fled the room as if fleeing. While the remaining ones were silent, it was obvious that they were not willing to lose everything just like that.
Seeing this scene, Lord Tony Romano, who was extremely angry just now, suddenly showed a slightly twisted smile on his sinister face, and he whispered:
"Very good! Very good, the cowards are all gone, and the rest are warriors!"
"Don't be afraid, brothers. Grayson is gone. He is afraid, but this is not the end. We don't need to rely on him anymore. We have a better leader."
"I think you have all heard of an ancient and noble surname, Barov. Yes, don't worry, brothers!"
"The Barov family will lead us to resist the tyrant! We will bring order to the chaos, and we will defend everything we have!"
"Don't be afraid! Victory will eventually belong to the noble bloodline!"
On the other side, at the very edge of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, in the dense forest at the junction of Thousand Needles and Feralas Wilderness, there is a villa of the Barov family. On the surface, it seems nothing special here, but only
Only the core members of the Barov family knew that the most noble owner of the Barov family lived here.
Oh, they are not the two young barons who represent the Barov family in the empire, but the real contemporary heads of this ancient family.
Alex Barov, who is rumored to have died long ago!
Of course, in fact, the old earl has indeed experienced death once, but he did not die in the true sense. Instead, he changed his form and experienced an almost eternal life!
"Shua"
Just in front of this quiet manor, in this deep darkness, a bloody shadow appeared in front of the blood servant guards of the Barov family. The pressure belonging to the high-level vampires made these lowest-level blood servants
The blood servants didn't dare to draw their weapons.
"Go! Tell Alex Barov!"
"I brought it"
"The will of the Blood Ancestor!"
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