Surrounded by a large group of guards, King Varian arrived at the Stormwind Fortress war conference room.
Although the draenei in Shadowmoon Valley have been wiped out, a great king travels and mobilizes five hundred soldiers to escort him. This is a necessary pomp, and Varian feels that he has kept a low profile enough.
The generals and marshals serving as deacons in the war conference room all had new faces, and Varian knew their background. They were all idle and idle playboys, or old men who were too old to walk.
Although Varian was unwilling to do so, he was unable to find suitable manpower and could only deal with it temporarily. As a result, there were still many positions vacant.
A fierce noise could be heard in the distance, as if a card game was being played, mixed with the charming laughter of a woman, and it was a chaotic mess.
Varian was furious after hearing this. He walked a few steps to the door of the war conference room.
The aroma of wine wafted out. How unbecoming was this? He thought that Stormwind Fortress was somewhere else. Varian stood at the door and snorted loudly as a warning.
However, there was no sign of restraint inside, and he pretended not to hear it at all.
"Win, win, give money, give money, haha, my luck is here."
"The Earl is really lucky today, I must treat you." came the charming and gentle voice, and Varian recognized that she was a familiar social butterfly, known for her graceful figure and beautiful singing voice.
"My teapot has gone there. You bastards, look what has become of them. Hey, each generation is really worse than the last." This is an extremely old nobleman who cannot take care of himself at home and has to work in Stormwind Fortress.
Grand Marshal.
The king's cold warning turned out to be ineffective, and Varian was really angry. He kicked open the door of the war conference room in anger.
The strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of powder and the aroma of barbecue hits your face.
The sand table in the center has long since disappeared, replaced by a gorgeous big bed, with several charming courtesans lying on it, posing, and among them was a man wearing women's clothing, whose facial features turned out to be the most exquisite among them.
There was a stove next to it, simmering wine, and a large plate of barbecue was placed on the table. Several nobles were disheveled. One even took off his shirt, exposed his breasts, and was busy playing cards and gambling, smelling of alcohol.
There were people chatting, drinking tea, and taking a nap while leaning on their chairs. All the postures were ugly and unseemly, but they had no trace of the majesty of the past.
Hearing someone intruding, the conference room fell into a brief silence.
When they saw that it was King Varian, everyone was obviously relieved. They were busy doing whatever they wanted to do. It seemed as if they had not seen the king. Those who needed to play cards played cards, those who needed to chat chatted, and those who needed to nap took naps.
"You damn bastards, guards, take them all out and send them to Stormwind City Prison. I will see their heads hanging at the gate of Stormwind City tomorrow morning." Varian was furious and ordered loudly.
After the guards heard this, they trotted over quickly. The captain of the guard stood at the door and shouted loudly: "The king is here, please be quiet. Stop making noises. Stop making noises. What about you? Put on your clothes."
Everyone in the war conference room finally fell silent. Everyone yawned and looked at the king indifferently.
The captain of the guard was quite polite and said to the king respectfully: "Your Majesty, calm down and let them go about their business. Anyway, there has been nothing much happening recently. I just want to make some noise and it will not affect the business."
Varian was stunned for a moment. The guards did not listen to his orders and said angrily: "Didn't you hear my orders? Arrest them all and send them to Stormwind City Prison."
The captain of the guard smiled faintly: "Your Majesty, times have changed. You are still the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind, but if you want to arrest these nobles, you must go through the approval process and go through the process."
"Approval? I am the king of the Kingdom of Stormwind. Whose approval do I need?" Varian felt that something was wrong.
The captain of the guard scratched his head and shrugged again: "Who knows, anyway, this is the order I received. Don't ask me whose order it is. They said it must be kept secret. How about you also try the barbecue and let's have fun together?
Happy."
Varian was furious and grabbed the sword in his waist. He believed in the strength he had developed in the arena, but he saw a large group of guards surrounding him, staring at the king with eager eyes, each one filled with murderous intent.
The nobles in the war conference room also came together, and some showed their weapons in front of the king.
Seeing that the dandy who had just exposed his breasts had not yet put on his clothes, he pulled out his sword and sprayed a mouthful of wine on it. He could not stand firmly, but he looked like he wanted to compete with the king.
Varian was completely confused, someone actually showed his sword in front of the king.
"Calm down, calm down, I am a kind and generous king." Varian comforted himself in his heart. He felt that things had changed. Some conspiracies were quietly brewing and fermenting, and they had become a climate. He knew that he must endure it at this moment.
.
"That's the one in charge. I need to mobilize five hundred soldiers to march into Shadowmoon Valley." Varian loosened his grip on the sword hilt and decided to get down to business first.
The extremely old marshal came over and was quite polite. After saluting, he said: "Please apply first. You need to go through the approval process. Just go back and wait for the news."
"I am the king."
"I know you are the king," the old man shook his head and muttered: "The king must also abide by the rules."
"Rebellion, rebellion, you are going to rebel."
Varian was so angry that he had no choice but to return to his room in despair like a defeated rooster.
You must not sit still and wait for death. King is more than just a title. A king has huge energy, profound heritage, and unimaginable connections and resources.
Such as the Wrynn family.
Varian shook his head. After several wars, the Wrynn royal family's territory suffered heavy losses. Elwynn Forest, Lakeside Town, and Night Town were extremely depressed. The population dropped sharply. It has long lost its original glory. I'm afraid there won't be many people left.
Manpower is available.
It's better to use external forces, cooperate inside and outside, and eliminate the traitors in Stormwind City. I don't know what happened to the guardian Medivh. Why did he sit back and watch the Kingdom of Stormwind become a mess? He probably has something to do.
Varian did not dare to disturb Medivh, he could only figure out his own solution first.
"In the Kingdom of Kyrgyz, the wolf king Genn Greymane is my confidant; the princess of Ironforge, Moira Bronzebeard, and I have an irreversible relationship; the leader of the dwarves, the great craftsman Gelbin Mekkatorque
They have always been self-centered and willing to act like dogs; Velen, the prophet of the Exodar, values tradition the most and will not sit idly by. Although Malfurion Tyrande and his wife are a bit stupid, they should also lend a helping hand. They can all do it.
Someone to turn to for help.”
The kings of the Alliance are there to help each other, and they will never sit back and watch the succession of kings in Stormwind City be cut off. This will have a very bad impact on other kingdoms and set a bad example of daring to stand up to the king.
Varian pondered secretly, thinking about how to send the letter before he reached the most desperate moment.
Just after Varian took out a pen and paper, he was surprised to find that the soul-calling crystal sent by Antonidas was missing.
Varian's hair stood on end, and he realized that he had been under surveillance.
Stormwall is now a prison where the king is imprisoned.
Varian slumped in his chair, feeling as if he had fallen into an ice cave, almost desperate.
Full moon night!
A huge airship flew in the sky, slowly heading towards Karazhan.
A black skull logo is painted on the airbag of the airship, with dozens of dark gun barrels protruding from both sides. A dark atmosphere envelopes the entire airship, and the bow is decorated with a devil's skull.
Sylvanas stood on the airship, looking up into the distance.
Archmage Antonidas floated to Sylvanas' side and suddenly said strangely:
"I just checked the teleportation beacon of Stormwind Fortress, and it can no longer be detected."
Sylvanas' face moved slightly after hearing this, her rotten muscles unable to express too much surprise!
"Varian will never dare to resist my will. It seems that Medivh's accident has triggered a change in power in Stormwind City. We must let the little lion return to save everything." (To be continued)