No matter which world or civilization the feudal era is in, when the throne changes, there will always be the embellishment of bloodshed. After all, this is the top of secular power. What that crown represents is definitely not just a person who is honored as a king.
Glory is the most vivid embodiment of power, status or class in people's minds.
The king is like a materialized symbol of politics and system, order and civilization, and above the king, there is His Majesty the Emperor, who is even more supreme. Of course, in the human civilization of Azeroth, the only one who truly unifies all human beings is
Only the most powerful person in the country is qualified to be called the emperor.
Varian Wrynn is the first emperor in human history to be crowned by the Pope before unifying the human kingdoms. This represents an expectation of Pope Alonsos Faol. In the life of
At the final destination, he will give Varian his final gift.
That is a noble name, which gives Varian and the reforming Kingdom of Stormwind enough reason to break free from the shackles of the present and become the true pioneer of the empire and the light of hope for the future of the empire's civilization.
All the wise people in this land and this civilization have seen the only way for the empire to break out of its cocoon and be reborn. However, those in power are blinded by the power in their hands. They are not willing to give up so easily, but must force it.
Taking away what others have from their hands is very hateful. Therefore, from the most pessimistic perspective, the coronation ceremony that His Majesty the Pope is about to conduct for Varian Wrynn is likely to cause the entire
Civil strife within the empire.
but
How to say?
Is there really any reform in this world that can succeed without bloodshed?
Without political struggle, the struggle for power is not children's play. No matter where in the world, the stories of politicians working together to promote change are only told to children.
This world, and all worlds, are dirtier than imagined.
But this is what they really should be.
"Your plan is great and perfect, but unfortunately, I'm not interested in it. Anyway, friends, I wish you a safe journey!"
In the tavern at White Tower City Port, Wilton Barov drank all the wine in his hand in front of the rebel nobles gathered here. The moment his wine glass slipped, the surroundings of this remote tavern
The glass decorated with colorful murals shattered, and black shadows broke through the window. Before the nobles could react, a stream of warm blood was accompanied by the faint sound of gunshots and the sound of sharp blades entering the body.
There was an explosion in the tavern.
The attack came so suddenly that most of the nobles had no time to react and were chopped to the ground. In addition, these vampires were vicious and vicious, and their unique blood-controlling abilities ensured that
As long as the nobles were injured, they would surely bleed to death in a short period of time.
"You really picked a good place!"
Wilton Barov's younger brother, Alex Barov, who has undergone blood transformation, is wearing a cool black stand-up collar trench coat, lined with a black and white gentleman's shirt, and black gloves on his hands.
There was a red rose with dew in his hand, and in his other hand he held a revolver decorated with ivory and pearls. As he walked into the tavern, the new-born high-level vampire talked to himself
As the brother spoke, without looking, he pulled the trigger towards the crowd.
With the vampire's strong sense of vitality, he didn't need to aim at all. The five bullets fired out accurately hit several nobles hiding under the table.
"We just like places like this, remote, declining, no one cares about, like"
Alex Barov's dark red eyes blinked, and he whispered to his brother who was protected by several vampire guards:
"A grave specially prepared for these people who want to die."
Wilton ignored his poetically inspired younger brother, and the scene of bloody massacre in front of him did not make him feel fearful or timid. As a qualified heir to a large family, he had already seen more bloody scenes, and he was just a little
Somewhat emotional.
"Actually, it is a happy thing that they died here. At least they got their wish and died at the end of the aristocratic era. They did not have to see that sad future with their own eyes, that future where all aristocrats and blood theories were completely wiped out, a brand new one
future"
Wilton Barov straightened his clothes. He looked at the blood dripping on his shirt with disgust and said:
"Oh, that's too bad. I have to change my clothes before I go to see His Majesty later. Speaking of which, Alex, why are there only people from our family here? People from the Perenolde family and the Falkrest family are here.
where?"
"Oh, Auriden informed us at dawn that they would go to eliminate the rebels in other cities, while the warriors of the Falkrest family went to Stromgard."
Alex put his beloved gun on the table, and then took out a mirror from his pocket. While admiring his younger face, he straightened his eyebrows. This is why Wilton doesn't like his younger brother very much.
, Alex Barov's taste is a little bit heavy. He not only likes women, he also likes handsome men.
But his brother's answer made Wilton frown, and he asked:
"Where is Gilneas? Did father forget about it, or does he have other plans?"
"There is no need to worry about Gilneas, my brother."
Alex smeared his lips with a piece of blood-red lipstick and replied casually:
"Countess Dabel Montross is "traveling" in Gilneas. She and her friends will solve the troubles in Gilneas. Besides, there seem to be some "like-minded" friends in that country. They
We are also brewing some small plans.”
At the end of the massacre in the tavern, when the walls, floors, tables and tapestries of the entire tavern were stained with pungent red blood, Lord Tony Romano, who was hiding in the shadows, quietly approached Nappa.
The two heirs of the Rolf family, he was once a high-level assassin. Although his body bones were hollowed out in drinking and sex, his basic skills as an assassin have not been lost.
He had seen blood and killed people back then, so compared to the nobles who were besieged by vampires and could only wail and wait for death, he still had some ability to fight back. He pulled out two daggers with green light from his waist.
, it was a weapon smeared with deadly venom bought from the South China Sea Islands. According to the arms dealer, the poison was so powerful that even the undead could not stop it!
This naked massacre and betrayal was like a hard blow, which made the staunch "anti-Varian" Lord Tony go crazy, especially after hearing what the Barov brothers said to each other, Tony
The lords already know that everything is irreversible. This is a despicable trap, and it may even be a trap set for them by the tyrant Varian.
When he thought of Varian sitting on the emperor's throne and laughing at them as losers, the flame of anger burned crazily in Lord Tony's heart. In that rage, he lost the calmness that an assassin should have and looked at his own
The brother fell into a pool of blood in the brutal massacre by the vampires, and Lord Tony could no longer bear it.
"Barov, you betrayed us!"
Lord Tony jumped out of the darkness wielding a dagger, and the sharp blade stabbed straight at the smiling Wilton Barov and Alex Barov, but when he saw Alex's blood-red eyes,
At the moment when the sense of ridicule emerged, Lord Tony thought of something belatedly.
According to rumors, vampires are extremely good at hiding assassinations. These legendary creatures were born in the darkness, and the darkness gives them extremely vivid senses. It is difficult for human assassins to hide themselves in front of vampires, because no matter how superb their stealth skills are, as long as their heart is still there
If it beats, it can be sensed by vampires.
In other words, he thought he had escaped the massacre, and maybe that was just the vampires deliberately ignoring him.
But now, he foolishly jumped into this trap.
A chill flashed through Lord Tony's heart. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world.
"Bang, bang"
The high-level vampire guards guarding Wilton Barov waved their hands at the same time. The hands with black gloves turned into ferocious claws of blood in the surging blood, and they slapped Lord Tony's chest one on the left and the other on the right.
, and slapped the high-level assassin to the ground. He still wanted to struggle, but the next moment the vampire who appeared behind him grabbed his arm, forcing him to kneel in humiliation in front of the Barov brothers.
Alex Barov held Tony's dagger in his hand. The vampire looked at the venom-smeared blade. Under Tony's gaze, the vampire stretched out his bright red tongue, licked the sharp blade, and then
He threw the dagger aside with disdain.
"I'm sorry, my Tony, but you may have bought a fake. It's poisonous enough to kill a mouse."
Alex picked up his revolver from the table. He walked up to Tony. He looked at the handsome lord. He felt a little regretful and put the muzzle of the gun against Tony's forehead. He said:
"Tony, there was a wonderful time between you and me."
"Don't kill me!"
Under the threat of death, Lord Tony Romano shouted:
"I can join you! I can become a vampire, spare me! Alex, for the sake of our past"
"Bang"
With a gunshot, Lord Tony's begging for mercy came to an abrupt end. Half of his head flew out, and the disgusting liquid splashed on the floor behind him, like a twisted abstract painting.
Alex Barov raised the red rose in his other hand, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, then threw the bright red rose on the body of Lord Tony. He whispered:
"His Majesty Varian will not only rule the world under the sun, he is also a distinguished guest in the dark world, and he is tired of watching your ugly struggle, so"
"You must die"
A few minutes later, the Barov brothers, escorted by the family's blood warriors, left the tavern that had been shrouded in death. Behind them was a massacre. This tragedy that occurred at the emperor's coronation ceremony was destined to...
It will not be known to too many people, just like those nobles who are about to die out, they will only become footnotes that no one pays attention to in the historical records.
On Tony Romano's corpse lying in a pool of blood, the red roses were also stained with blood. Those scattered corpses, those blood, and those lost souls seemed to be telling a slightly sad story.
It's like showing the trajectory of history
The tide of fate is mighty.
Those who follow me will prosper, those who go against me will prosper
Death.
While Lord Tony and his rebels were drowning in blood, in a border town of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the door of a somewhat simple manor was rudely kicked open.
Amid the escort of vampire warriors wearing black windbreakers and the emblem of the Perenold family, Oridon Perenold, wearing a black cowboy hat, walked into the manor. On the road in front of him
There were no panicked servants or fully armed soldiers on board. The owner of the manor seemed to have known in advance that they were coming, but they dismissed everyone in the manor as if they did not resist at all.
Auriden didn't care about this.
This legendary vampire held two things in his hands and walked straight into the manor house. In the living room decorated with swords, axes, swords and shields and full of old-school military style, three gray-haired old men were drinking wine.
It's like a gathering of old friends.
They talked to each other and chatted, not paying attention to the vampires who rushed into the room, nor did they care about Auriden standing in front of them. The legendary vampire was also very patient, and he did not immediately interrupt the chat of these old soldiers.
It wasn't until several minutes later that the drunken Duke Grayson raised his head. He looked into the vampire's red eyes and scolded like a rude soldier:
"Why haven't you done anything yet? Aren't you here to get rid of us? Look at the clothes you are wearing. Damn it, are even vampires such sissies now?"
"Hahahaha, well said!"
"Grayson, you always tell jokes!"
The other two old drunkards seemed to have heard the funniest joke. They slapped the table and laughed.
They were provoking these vampires so that they could kill them. Obviously, these three old men no longer wanted to live.
"Ahem"
O'riden pouted and asked the other vampires to leave. He sat on the floor and joined the old soldiers' drinking party. The legendary vampire placed the two things in his hands on the old men's table.
A loaded gun.
and three letters of appointment bearing Varian's personal seal.
"Duke Grayson Wishak, Lord Boris Maggie, and Earl Remington Ridgeville."
Oridon put a berry on the table into his mouth. Without looking at the three old men in front of him, he said:
"His Majesty Varian asked me to say a few words to you."
"If you want to die as a great noble, then this gun is prepared for you."
"But if you want to dedicate your strength to the new empire just like you did when you guarded the people in the past, then sign your name on this appointment letter as a member of the "Imperial Parliament"."
"Of course, if I were you, I wouldn't hesitate. After all, even an old life is very precious."
Duke Grayson picked up the gun, played with it for a moment, and then threw the gun aside with disdain:
"Exactly, third-rate stuff that imitates the Federation."
Then he picked up the engagement letter again, glanced at it a few times, and cursed angrily:
"Congress? Senate? Bah! Imitate the Federation! Seriously, doesn't Varian have some ideas of his own? Who am I going to serve? For the Empire, or for a poor imitation of the Federation?"
"Bang"
A gold pen with a gem-encrusted skull was slapped on the table. The legendary vampire Auriden said impatiently:
"Stop talking nonsense and sign! Old men!"
"I still have more than 30 old men and women to visit! My time is very valuable!"
"We brought the attire, signed it and went to change into it. There is a portal waiting for you outside. His Majesty Varian's coronation ceremony, he asked you to attend by name!"
