Escape from the doomsday is never a simple matter. People struggling in the shadow of fear are like panicked drowning people. They float in the cold water, waving their arms to try to grab any straw that represents hope, but the cold death is
Hidden under the water, they turned into water plants and entangled their legs. Finally, amidst the exhaustion of the body and the endless fear of the soul, a fresh life just passed away.
Panicked drowning people are dangerous. They are even more dangerous than icy water and underwater plants. In the panic caused by death, they will try to grab everything around them, and even kill people who want to help them.
Being dragged into a desperate situation, this act of repaying kindness with revenge may not be their original intention, but when a person is overwhelmed by the fear escaping from the soul, no matter how cruel, ruthless, or crazy they are, they can do it.
So reason, this is a wall, a wall that separates normal thinking from crazy will. Once it is broken, bad, ugly, dark, desperate, and cold things will happen through the hands of the madman.
Coming one after another.
Just like the nobles of Lordaeron now, the shadow of death brought by Blood King Varian turned them into a group of fearful cowards. In despair, they tried to save themselves, but they chose the wrong way and destroyed the only people on this land.
A person who had the ability to help them, the monarch they were supposed to be loyal to, was completely forced to oppose them.
As mentioned before, to break the deadlock, sacrifices must be made. The nobles finally chose to sacrifice Alsace and his children in order to survive. Even if there were some wise people who refused this crazy approach, the general trend was that
Under this, most of the nobles cast a silent vote that represented evil.
Even the nobles of the royal party abandoned their lord at the last moment.
They are nobles first, and royalists second.
Under the pressure of life and death, before the despair faced by the entire class, they finally chose to preserve themselves. This is human nature, and every soul is selfish. However, at the wrong time and in the wrong place, the nobles
Wrong unity and wrong judgment were made.
And that false unity ultimately sent them to the judgment seat of fate in advance.
At the call of Alsace's loyal captain of the guard, Mavien, and his soldiers, the veterans who had accompanied the king in the east and west wars walked from various parts of the city to the noble council hall. The neighbors who were called by the veterans
Following them, looking from a high altitude, the mighty team was like sea water under a raging tide, flowing from every direction to the center of the city, and finally converging there.
The people of the feudal era may be ignorant, but in their short-sightedness, they can also distinguish between good and evil. Although they may not have actually seen King Arthas Menethil, they are more familiar with those
The nobles who managed them, as well as the vicious tax collectors and thugs under the nobles, these superior men only brought them endless oppression.
They don't care at all about people's lives and whether they live with dignity and have enough to eat.
Maybe a few conscientious nobles will try to make the people live a better life, but unfortunately, in this class, most nobles do not care about this. The decent life they live is based on the people's continuous hard work.
On the basis of, unfortunately, this class is already rotten
It's hopeless.
The people don't know whether the king is good or bad, but now the king wants to teach those arrogant nobles a lesson. The king needs their help, and someone has already taken the lead, so why not?
If there is any use for them to gather together, even if it is just to make those arrogant nobles feel embarrassed, it is just like watching a monkey show.
Encouraged by this mentality, more and more people put down their work and joined the growing queue. Under the leadership and command of the royal knights, these mighty waves of civilians finally gathered at
In front of the Noble Council Hall, the square was tightly blocked. The scene was very much like the emperor's coronation ceremony being held at Baita City Port.
This incident broke out so quickly that most of the nobles were unable to react. Obviously, Arthas learned a lot from his brother, Varian Wrynn's method of purging the nobles.
Also recognized the power of people coming together.
And those noble private soldiers who came from all over to try to save their masters, under the instigation and leadership of the royal spies hidden in the crowd, were ripped off their tall horses by the gathered civilians and beaten with fists.
The beatings and the violence of the group made the soldiers tremble with fear. They begged for mercy loudly in a panic, but they could not escape the final reckoning.
Arthas saw all this, and his heart was trembling. He was essentially a truly good man, but he also knew that in this war of rupture between the king and the nobles, blood must be shed.
This is inevitable.
The king stood at the door of the parliament hall. The majestic door behind him was arrogantly torn down by the knights, exposing the noble and mysterious parliament hall to the people. They looked at those who were frightened and turned pale.
The nobles who were pale, even trembling, and crying loudly, looked at the ugliness of the upper class who had been stripped of their noble disguise, and the smart people in the crowd suddenly realized
Those nobles who claim to be rulers are actually no different from ordinary people like them.
Arthas, holding the holy sword, looked back at the nobles in the council chamber. A trace of determination flashed across his handsome face. It was these people behind him who were trying to destroy the glory of the Menethil royal family with dark and vicious plots.
Trampling under his feet and trying to destroy the future of his children, these same people who had sworn allegiance severely broke the king's heart with a vicious backstab.
No matter how strong Arthas is, he is still a human being and he also has a heart. The anger of being betrayed and fooled burned in his heart. Finally, driven by the will to protect his son, the flame broke through the shackles of reason and let the desperate king
We can only fight to the death.
The determination in Alsace's eyes completely frightened the nobles. They screamed for mercy and tore the "Regency Act" they had just signed into pieces in front of Alsace. Some ladies even knelt on the ground.
, screaming and crying, begging the king to spare them.
But it's no use.
It makes no sense anymore.
At this point, Alsace and these nobles are already in a life-and-death situation. It would be foolish mercy to allow the king to show mercy. Alsace believes that as long as he chooses to forgive them, then he and his
Son, it's very possible that he won't survive tonight
"Citizens of Lordaeron!"
Alsace kicked away the noble lady holding his legs. He took a step forward. He looked at the surging crowd in the square. Under the reverberation of the power of holy light in his body, Alsace's voice sounded like a
Like a muffled thunder, it echoed in the square and was clearly transmitted to the ears of everyone present.
The king's low and serious voice also made most people shut up. They looked at the young king who was enveloped in the holy light, the king holding a pale holy sword. They looked at Alsace, like a king.
The soldiers were waiting for Alsace's final order.
"I am Arthas Menethil, you have all heard of my name! I am your king, but now, I am no longer."
Alsace raised his hand and pointed at the council chamber behind him, which had all exits blocked. He shouted in a mournful voice:
"Just now, the nobles of this country united together, and they deposed me! They claimed that I was no longer the ruler of Lordaeron, just because I was unwilling to compromise with them! My people, you know what they want
What do you want me to do?”
Alsace's voice became louder, like a real roar.
"They want me to sign a decree to separate the Kingdom of Lordaeron from the Arathor Empire, to make us betray Emperor Lothar who gave us everything and sacrificed himself, and to make everyone on this land become true cowards! Just because
They fear the coming Emperor Varian Wrynn’s reckoning with their evil lives!”
"They want me to be their puppet and their shield against the emperor's will. And you! My people, once Lordaeron really breaks away from the empire, the most brutal war will inevitably come, and the legions of the Kingdom of Stormwind will enter us.
King, and you, your children and relatives will become the victims of this war that should never happen!"
"But the nobles who did all this are hiding behind and sending you to hell to preserve their status and power!"
"My people, you all know that I also have a son. Like you, I regard my son as the most precious treasure given by the Holy Light! I am willing to do anything to protect him! But do you know? I
People, as the king, I cannot protect my son."
Alsace's voice was filled with grief and hatred that could not be disguised. He raised his hands like a desperate father and said to his people:
"Just now! Our nobles signed a decree. They asked me to abdicate and put my poor son who is less than 2 years old on the throne. People! Do 2-year-old children know how to govern a kingdom? These bastards!
They are trying to use my son as a puppet that they can manipulate. They want to use my son to achieve their goals of starting a war! My people, what would you do if you were me?"
When the king's voice fell, the people in the square became excited.
This cruel truth surprised all the people. In their hearts, the king was the supreme ruler who could do whatever he wanted. But at this moment, in Alsace's sad cry, they discovered that their country
The kings and princes were all used as pawns by these bold nobles. How bold and blasphemous this was!
A small businessman who was holding his child to watch the excitement heard the king's words. He couldn't help hugging his son tightly. He couldn't imagine what would happen if such a thing happened to him and his son.
Such despair, and perhaps it was the empathy of being a father, or the inner resonance of being a man, an impulse surged in the businessman's heart. He hugged his child, raised his arms, and tried his best to
The loudest voice shouted:
"Alsace! For your children! Beat them!"
This appropriate response almost instantly ignited the last trace of reason in the people's hearts. Countless pairs of arms were raised at this moment, and the people shouted:
"Hit them!"
"Hit them!"
The raised fists of the people and the simple words they shouted made Alsace, who had just been betrayed, feel real trust at this moment. He choked a little, and he got out of the way. Behind him, the knights also slowly
He retreated, exposing the frightened nobles in front of the angry people.
"My status does not allow me to do this, my people."
There was a touch of emotion in Alsace's voice. He stretched out his hand and said loudly:
"But if you are willing to help me vent my anger, then these nobles"
"It's yours!"
After the king's words fell, the royal spies hidden in the crowd rushed into the parliament hall. This action was like a spark, instantly igniting the square. Amid the exclamations of the nobles, the surging crowd roared towards them.
In front of the square, Maven, who had been well prepared, led the knights on horseback and rushed into the square from both sides, separating the people behind who did not know what was going on.
Arthas is not a butcher. He relies on the power of the people, but he does not want the people to harm innocent people in the chaos.
There are only a few hundred people put into the council chamber. They will represent the king and beat up those ignorant nobles. Their blood will dye the hall representing the power of the nobles red today, but this is what Alsace wants!
Under the escort of the knights, the king walked onto the rooftop next to the council chamber. He waved to the people, thanked his people loudly for supporting him, and announced that Lordaeron would continue to remain in the empire, that the war would not happen, and that a
A better future will soon come. With the help of those veterans who still have sense and the priests who came to help, the restless crowd was slowly separated, and a riot was eliminated.
The king waved to the people for the last time. Amidst the people's cheers of victory, he turned and walked into the room on the rooftop, where the bosses of the noble council were sitting on the sofa, everyone was trembling.
"Bang"
Something was thrown in front of this group of lost nobles. It was a scroll and a pen. Alsace looked at them indifferently, and the king said in a calm voice: