He let himself stay here quietly. Outside the bedroom, the entire palace seemed to be boiling, whether it was the officials walking in the palace, Prime Minister Aberlock, the servants in the palace, and the guards.
, everyone looked at it with smiles, as if today's dawn had brought a real gift to the world.
Today is a big day.
Today, King Varian Wrynn of the Kingdom of Stormwind will be crowned by Pope Alonsus Faol at the White Tower City Port. He will become the emperor of the Holy Arathor Empire, just like his legendary adoptive father Lo
Like Sa, he became the noblest person in the entire empire.
But Varian was not happy.
After the demonic invasion, the Pope released this news a month ago. As time went by, the news that caused an uproar has spread throughout the entire empire and even the entire world. Everyone is talking about it. Some people are talking about it.
Some people are looking forward to the emperor's coronation, while many more are hesitant, and some are madly slandering Varian, thinking that he is an unqualified tyrant.
This was a really big discussion, and everyone was talking about it, but Varian didn't care what anyone else thought.
What he cares more about is what impact he will have on the entire empire if he takes this step. Although he has made up his mind, even a legendary warrior like him will still feel that when this day really comes,
I felt nervous and even a little hesitant.
In the north of the Kingdom of Stormwind, in those countries, people who are hostile to him have formed an alliance. They will attack Varian at all costs, and that is just the appearance. After talking with Pope Faol, Varian is deeply moved.
He realized that during the years when the Human Empire moved to Kalimdor, his adoptive father Lothar's expectations for the Empire had not been truly realized.
The Empire is indeed trying to catch up with the Federation across the sea, like a stubborn old man who is unwilling to admit defeat, but his hands and feet are not in control, and he is seriously ill. Repairs and local treatments are no longer useful. For the Empire, it
What is needed is a blazing fire to completely burn this decayed body, and then rebuild its destiny in the ashes.
Varian's reforms in the Kingdom of Stormwind were not 100% successful. In the process of advancing the industrial system, Varian also learned a lot of lessons. Many things are not as simple as talking on paper. The reform of the Kingdom of Stormwind is very difficult, so
What about the Human Empire, which is four times larger than the Kingdom of Stormwind? Is he really capable of saving nearly ten million people from dire straits?
Is he really the destined emperor of the empire?
The most important thing is, for the throne of the emperor, does he really have to face each other with his former comrades and brothers? Arthas, Liam, Garin, and Drake, when they were young, they learned from their fathers
Taking over the crumbling kingdom, they propped up a new era, and now, the craziest and most terrifying climax of this new era is about to come.
Who will be the winner?
Will the emperor's throne be stained with blood?
Varian didn't know and he was even a little afraid of the answer.
"Everyone is waiting for the King to appear! Varian."
Queen Valeera opened the door. Today she no longer looks like a master assassin, but like a real noble queen. Her dress is decorated with exquisite lace and expensive gems, which makes Valeera
She looked exceptionally beautiful. The queen who opened the door saw Varian on the throne at a glance. She saw the changing expression on her husband's face, which made her a little worried.
The queen lifted up her skirt and walked quickly to Varian. She held the king's arm and asked softly:
"What's wrong? Varian, are you feeling unwell?"
"No, there isn't."
Varian, who was wearing a golden robe decorated with the emblems of lions and eagles, took a deep breath, reached out and touched the back of his wife's hand, and said:
"I was just thinking about something"
Varian raised his head and saw the slightly embarrassed little prince Anduin standing at the door.
Although Anduin didn't hate Valeera, it made the prince a little uncomfortable to ask the grown-up prince to call an elf who looked about the same age as his mother and still watch his father and stepmother having an intimate conversation.
He was so used to it that he was hesitating whether to quit when he saw his father and waved to him.
"Anduin, come here, my son."
The little prince breathed a sigh of relief. He walked forward, and Varian also stood up. In the sunlight shining into the room outside the window, he stretched out his hand and put it on his son's shoulder. He looked at his son with eyes.
Full of pride, and beside them, Queen Valeera took out the magic stone and looked for the best angle to completely record the heart-to-heart talk between father and son.
Yes, this is Her Majesty the Queen's little hobby, and it may also be one of her occupational diseases.
"You have grown up, Anduin."
Varian looked at his son, whose height was not much different from his own, and said with pride:
"I have heard about all the things you have done. You make me feel proud. Whether it is faith, your mind, or your will, it far exceeds my performance when I was in your grade. You are destined to become
A great man, and the luckiest thing for me is that I got to see that happen."
"But my son, if, if one day, you find that your father, that is, me, is not as magnanimous and righteous as you think, I hope you will not be disappointed, although I will also be a little disappointed in myself.
"
"Father!"
Anduin felt something inappropriate in Varian's words, but Varian shook his head to stop Anduin from asking. He turned around and looked at the warm sunshine outside the window. This man who was about to become a human
The emperor's king said sadly:
"I will also play some conspiracies, and I will also do some things that people think are wrong, although I will convince myself that it is for the benefit of the majority, and the needs of the majority are always better than the insistence of the minority.
More importantly, but late at night, I can't avoid the decisions I made, and innocent people will always die because of my decisions, which makes me feel a little lost."
"But I will still do it, my son."
Varian looked back at his son and said:
"When you become a leader, right and wrong, justice and evil, light and darkness, these cannot be the basis for you to make decisions. You have to put down your own persistence and instead serve the people behind you. You give up yourself.
The bottom line is to allow more people to gain more dignity and to make our country better, even if your hands are stained with blood."
"Father"
Anduin shrugged. He probably guessed the things that his father found difficult to talk about. The little prince stepped forward and patted Varian on the arm like an adult. He said sincerely:
"You underestimate your son too much. Don't forget, I grew up next to Tyrion. I have seen more conspiracies than you have ever heard of. My old father, maybe today you want to
What I'm saying, I understand it more deeply than you do. Listen to me, dad, don't worry about these things, and don't be afraid that I will despise you for it. I won't do that. You will always be the best dad in the world.
dad!"
Anduin said to Varian:
"And you know? The posture when you spoke just now is really similar to Tyrion. For a while, I could always see Tyrion standing alone by the platform in the Dark Temple.
Thousands of meters high in the sky, he will convince himself that everything the Dark Blade has done is just. You see, Dad, even Tyrion will have the same troubles as you."
"But he, like you, will not stop doing the right thing because of these worries! He always told me that what the world needs is not a leader who talks too much. What it really needs are people with clear minds.
Those who are willing to make sacrifices, for the right things, and for the wrong things, Dad, you and he are the people I respect the most, and you have both taught me a lot."
"Cheer up! Today is your big day!"
Anduin tilted his head and smiled at his father:
"And no matter what you may encounter, I will stand with you. Together, father and son, there will be no difficulty in this world that we cannot overcome! Come on, His Majesty the Emperor!"
Anduin's support made Varian's nose sore, but the next moment, His Majesty the King put a straight face on his face and said to his son:
"Is this how you talk to your old father? Is this what Tyrion taught you? You little brat!"
The little prince shrugged, put down his arms, and wanted to take a step back, but Varian opened his hand and hugged Anduin, who was caught off guard. He patted his son on the back and whispered:
"Thank you, son!"
Anduin buried his head on his father's shoulder, and he replied softly:
"No, thank you, Dad, thank you for being my hero."
After a moment, the father and son looked at each other and smiled. Varian turned his head and said to his current wife:
"Come on, Valeera, my queen, it's time for us to set off."
But Valeela still stood aside, like a girl pregnant with spring, she kept wiping her tears with a handkerchief, and said in a sobbing voice:
"I may be crazy, but what you said is too sensational. I have the best husband and son in the world. Thanks to the Holy Light, I am so happy."
"Oh, wait, Varian, my makeup is ruined. Call Onyxia in quickly. I need her help to touch up my makeup."
And just as King Varian, his queen, and son were accepting the cheers and blessings of the people in the square in front of the Winter Palace, they were preparing to go to the White Tower through the portal maintained by Archmage Ronin and Arch Warlock Kel'Thuzad.
While Chenggang participated in the coronation ceremony, in the White Tower Cityport, the city was wiped clean by the believers of the Holy Light Church and the workers of the city, just like a freshly minted coin.
There are full-time guards in every alley and on every street. These are the guardian knights from the Church of the Holy Light. They want to maintain the security of today's ceremony. Today, it is conservatively estimated that at least 1 million civilians have poured in.
The city, watching this coronation ceremony, as well as spellcasters from various forces, will simultaneously broadcast the ceremony to cities all over the world. In other words, even the slightest mistake today will bring disgrace to the human empire.
.
Therefore, under the coordination of the archbishops, loyal paladins from various kingdoms were mobilized to White Tower City Port to take charge of security maintenance. His Majesty Alsace, who was unable to come to White Tower City Port because of the obstruction of domestic nobles, even
Sending his own bodyguards here fully demonstrated the attitude of the paladin king.
Obviously, the nobles of Lordaeron guessed correctly. Arthas had no objection at all to Varian becoming the emperor. When the nobles of Lordaeron were still resisting, their king
It's a shame to surrender to your opponent first!
It is said that at the same time that the coronation ceremony was about to begin, Lordaeron's noble council had officially begun the agenda of impeaching King Arthas. Obviously, they were also angered by Arthas' actions.
In the outer city of this city, in an inconspicuous tavern, a group of nobles are gathering here. The leader is Tony Romano, a member of the Alliance of Great Nobles and the former lord of the Kingdom of Storm. They are sitting
In the tavern, looking at the magic projection in front of them, these nobles are all real diehards. Under the coordination and leadership of the Barov family, they are fully prepared to destroy this ceremony.
And this is just the beginning of the nobles' counterattack. As long as the coronation ceremony is destroyed, the nobles lurking there in other kingdoms will act together to completely disrupt the current situation and plunge Varian and his Kingdom of Stormwind into war.
In hell!
"I've already found someone!"
Lord Tony said to Wilton Barov, the eldest son of the Barov family, who was sitting in the tavern:
"They are all killers from the South China Sea! They spent a lot of money. They have toxins from cultists in their hands. As long as there is a trace of it, it will seal the throat with blood and even destroy the soul! As long as Varian
If he dares to come to this city, he will be dead! He will never step on us and ascend to the throne of the emperor!"
"Yes, Sir Wilton, our people have also entered the city disguised as civilians."
Another noble said through gritted teeth:
"They brought explosives with them and could blow up half the city to the sky!"
"According to your suggestion, we also rented a goblin airship, and it crashed directly into the square. What a fucking coronation ceremony! Go to hell!"
The nobles were talking to each other, talking passionately, as if Varian was already dead, while Wilton Barov sat at the front of these nobles. He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time.
Seconds later, Wilton suddenly stood up, picked up his wine glass, and said to the nobles in front of him with a smile on his face:
"The Barov family wishes this operation all the best! But now, I have one last thing to announce!"
As he spoke, Wilton took two steps back slightly and raised the wine glass in his hand towards the nobles. The smile on his face was still gentle and friendly. After the nobles all calmed down, he said loudly:
"Everyone, I like your plans very much. They are crazy and great, but I have no interest in them at all. I have to rush to attend the coronation ceremony of His Majesty Varian. I don't have much time for the doomed destruction.
of you, so"
"I'm sorry, everyone, I get along very well with you, and I also like the gifts you gave me, but"
