The exquisite crystal cup hit the ornately decorated wall hard. The delicate thing smashed into pieces on the wall, and also knocked the ceremonial knife hanging on the wall off its stand. With a sonorous collision, the sharp
The ceremonial knife was stuck on the ground, and the blade and handle were still buzzing.
The owner of this room, or rather, the owner of this castle, this palace, King of Kul Tiras, Derek Proudmoore, placed his fists on the table in front of him, his eyes fixed on the sky.
The magic projection in the world was cast by spellcasters from Dalaran to every city in the world, about the coronation ceremony of the Emperor of the Human Empire, Varian Wrynn.
The ceremony had come to an end. In the clear projection, Varian Wrynn, who was wearing a simple crown, was holding the scepter of the late Emperor Lothar, and he was with three kings and a queen under the crown of the Pope.
Surrounded by representatives of various forces from all over the world, and the cheers of the people of the empire, the coronation ceremony was not luxurious, but even judging from the projection in front of them, the city thousands of miles away had already become a song of praise.
of ocean.
"Cowards! A bunch of cowards!"
The last item of the coronation ceremony was for Emperor Varian to deliver a speech to the people and even the entire empire, but the angry Drake no longer wanted to hear any more.
The inner anger burned in his body like wildfire. He roared with a distorted face, raised his fist, and smashed the projection crystal on the table in front of him. The picture supported by magic became blurred, and then suddenly dissipated the next moment.
But it's no use...
Because in the square of Port Boralus, a larger projection hung in the sky, attracting the attention of almost the entire city.
"Turn it off!"
Derek covered his forehead. He was like a wounded warrior. After venting his anger, he sat weakly on his chair. He said to another person in his room:
"Go and turn it off!"
"It's too late."
Tanred Proudmoore, who was leaning against the window, took a look outside. Even in the Proudmoore Fortress in the center of the city, he could still see the shining projection on the edge of the city, as well as the faint shadows.
He shook his head, picked up the wine glass, and said calmly to his brother:
"You thought Varian would make a big fool of yourself, so you allowed the mages to install this projection in the city. My mother and I advised you at the time that it was too risky. Now the facts have proven that my mother and I were right to dissuade you.
."
Tanred drank the wine in the glass in one sip, and then held on to the navy knife at his waist. He ignored Drake's almost murderous gaze, but gave it a look, as if he was deliberately provoking a fire.
Said to his brother:
"The one who is making a fool of himself now is not Varian, but you, Derek Proudmoore, the King of Kul Tiras, the only king who did not appear at the coronation ceremony. Without Anna and my sister, you
The appearance of my younger sister, without her sacrifice, the entire Kul Tiras would have become the laughingstock of the Empire!"
"And how did you treat her? How did you treat this poor woman who saved your reputation?"
A hint of hidden anger flashed through Tanred's calm eyes. He looked at his brother and said:
"You called Anna a 'traitor' in front of my mother and me! You told her to get out of your country, and you declared that the woman who tried so hard to persuade you was no longer a member of House Proudmoore... Tell me,
Drake, are you crazy?"
After his wife died in the disaster, the haggard admiral was no longer interested in anything except war. In fact, if it weren't for what Drake did today, he would not be interested at all.
Will step off his flagship anchored in Boralus Harbor.
Jaina came to Kul Tiras to persuade Drake, but was sternly rejected by Drake, insulted, and expelled. Their mother, Daelin's widow, Lady Catherine Proudmoore, witnessed her son and
The old lady could no longer bear her daughter's disagreements and quarrels. She fell into a coma and was taken back to the empire by Jaina.
After Daelin's death, the Proudmoore family, which had supported each other and moved forward, came to the point of falling apart today, which made even Tanred, who had no hope of life, feel angry.
The people who were watching the magic projection thought that Princess Jaina was an envoy sent to the empire by King Derek, so when Jaina appeared in the projection, the whole city cheered. Indeed, compared to Drei who was in Kul Tiras,
Your Majesty, Lady Jaina Proudmoore is even more known to the outside world. This daughter of the sea is more like the true spokesperson of Kul Tiras in the empire.
But the cheering people didn't know what kind of terrible pressure and grievance the princess of their country had to endure, and how helpless she was to appear at the coronation ceremony on behalf of Kul Tiras.
"You think I'm crazy?"
Derek heard his brother's question. He raised his head and looked at his brother with red eyes. He said in an incredible tone:
"Anna accused me of being blinded by power. She said I had changed and turned into a disgusting political creature. She lived in the empire with her husband and son. She already felt strange to me.
, but my brother... do you think so too? Do you also think that I am so crazy about resisting Varian Wrynn because I am greedy for that damn throne?"
"I tell you, Tanred!"
His Majesty Drake stood up, his fists beating his heart in excitement, and he roared like a wild beast:
"I don't care who becomes emperor!"
"Whether it's Garin or Alsace, if they are the ones who are crowned today! I will definitely go there in person! But Varian, only Varian can't do it! This has nothing to do with those nobles! Their cowardly persuasion and interference
It’s not my decision, this is the grudge between Varian Wrynn and the Proudmoore family!”
"He is the chess piece of Dark Blade! You have also seen the information compiled by the spies, and you have also read..."
Derek gritted his teeth and said:
"On the battlefield of the Battle of Northern Xinjiang that year, many people saw Emperor Lothar's sword finally falling into Tyrion's hands. How did Varian get that sword? His son was still killed.
Anduin Wrynn, who was raised by the King of the Undead, has been rising rapidly in the Order of the Argent Dawn. Apart from his own efforts, couldn’t it be that there was no intervention from Tyrion?"
"I said Anna is a traitor! It's because I think she has forgotten one thing..."
"She selectively ignored the power behind Varian, ignored you and me, and what happened to her biological father. Tyrion turned our father into a monster! And now, Varian becomes the emperor.
, it means that the empire...the human empire that we wholeheartedly protect will also become the plaything of Dark Blade!"
"You ask me if I am crazy. I think it is more appropriate for you to answer this question. Tell me, Tanred, have you forgotten our father's disaster like Anna?"
"Are you going to treat yourself like an ostrich and forget that hatred?"
Drake's roar echoed in the room. Tanred held the hilt of the knife and looked silent. After a few minutes of confrontation, the admiral looked at his brother. He shook his head and said:
"Varian is Varian, Tyrion is Tyrion, you can't transfer your hatred of Tyrion to Varian! I don't believe Varian is Tyrion's loyal servant! This is not true at all
possible!"
"I know, he was also my friend, which is why I didn't take the fleet to settle accounts with Varian!"
Derek breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the ceremonial knife inserted on the floor. He felt a little lonely and stubbornly said:
"I can allow him to return to his country, I can let him carry out reforms, and I can even support him to eliminate the nobles... But only by becoming the emperor! No! He can't let me until he has cleared away the doubts about himself.
Bow to him! I will not recognize his position as emperor!"
"So, because of your own hatred, you would rather drag the entire Kul Tiras into a war?"
"We have talked with father more than once. Have you ever heard from father his hatred for Tyrion? No! This is all made up by your own mind. Wake up, Derek! You are stubbornly pushing
A dispute and war that should never have happened!"
Tanred looked at his troubled brother and persuaded him for the last time:
"Once the people discover your true intentions, do you think that the entire people of Kul Tiras will be on your side? The nobles in the country are ready to make a move, and they will not be willing to die, and you... you just
Giving them a perfect opportunity to spread chaos, you are destroying this country with your own hands! You are a king, not a warrior, and your hatred cannot override your choices and thinking."
"You! You shouldn't do this!"
"But that's what I did! Do you even want to resist me? Brother!"
Drake's anger surged, and his impulse broke through the shackles of reason. He said to Tanred:
"Either side with the Proudmoore family or side with Varian, it's your choice!"
"You! You don't represent Proudmoore at all!"
Tanred was also angered by his brother's stubbornness. The admiral took off the command knife from his waist and slapped it on Drake's table. He faced his brother without any sign of weakness.
Look, he said word for word:
"Anna is right! You have changed!"
"Maybe it wasn't power that changed you...it was hatred!"
"You keep saying Tyrion turned our father into a monster! Look at you, Drake, you are the one who really turned into a monster!"
"You want me to make a choice? OK!"
"I quit! You can lead your army to fight by yourself! When you drown in vain hatred, I will collect your body for you!"
Seeing his younger brother walking out of the room, Derek wanted to stay, but he couldn't say a single word. The lonely people who had betrayed their relatives looked at the admiral's command sword on his table. His head felt dizzy. He took a step back and staggered down.
in his chair.
"Oh my god...oh my god."
"What have I done..."
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"Boom, boom"
The day went away and night came. That night, outside Boralus Port, a violent storm suddenly broke out without any warning. The terrifying storm hit the whole city like hail, forcing people to just
He could hide in his room or in the pub, spending the night boredly, and in the midst of the violent storm, lightning and thunder, a small sampan covered in mist slipped silently into the Berra like a ghost.
Among the waterways of Les City.
It was unmanned, but wrapped in the mist, it went all the way upstream, letting the storm blow and not slowing down at all. The sampan finally docked behind the Proudmoore Fortress Castle, and accompanied by the mist
They dispersed, and a tall figure strolled onto his home that he had not returned to for a long time.
In the dark wind and rain, a bunch of pale lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, illuminating the darkness and the figure of Dai Lin who walked into the castle. The devil of the sea did not carry his iconic three-pointed cross.
Halberd, he was like an old man returning home, he was familiar with the road, bypassed all the guards, and easily entered the fortress castle under the shroud of darkness.
And wherever he went, he left footprints soaked in sea water, as well as a slightly cold breath.
At this time, in the room of King Drake Proudmoore of Kul Tiras, the ruler was already drunk. He no longer had the majesty he had as a king. He just fell into a pile of wine bottles.
In the middle, the glass windows of the room were wide open, the green curtains were swaying in the wind, and the cold rain splashed all over the floor of the room.
Drake was like a corpse lying in the water, as if there was no trace of life in him. He was in pain. The entanglement of his soul was like a cloud hanging over his body. Even a blind man could feel it.
The drunken Drake felt his collar being grasped by a pair of cold hands. The next moment, his whole body was lifted into the air. The coldness that penetrated into his soul made Drake's drunkenness quickly dissipate, but he was still there.
Before he could say a word, a loud slap hit him on the cheek. The force made Drake spin in the air for several weeks before he staggered and hit the floor.
In front of him, the expressionless Dai Lin stood in the strong wind outside the window. The Sea Demon King's hair was blown around, and in the light and shadow of the lightning, Dai Lin looked indifferently at her son who was trying to get up at his feet.
, he asked in a cold tone:
"When did the heir to House Proudmoore turn into a weak drunkard?"
"When did my son become a coward who only hurts his family?"
"When did the king of Kul Tiras become a reckless man who started wars at will?"
"Derek Proudmoore! You really...let me down! But I know that my son is not a person who only relies on his feelings to make decisions, so you have your reasons, right?"
"Then go ahead, kid, I'm waiting for your explanation!"
