Chapter eight hundred and ninety second: the wisdom of the reckless husband
Benedictus just smiled: "It's not surprising. All royal families have selfish motives. Even Bronzebeard himself is not clean. The treasures acquired by the Explorers Association have become the private property of the Bronzebeard family. It is said that there are several
A Titan relic of inestimable value."
Duke Bolvar was slightly sentimental: "If Varian returns to the throne, Stormwind's treasury will be emptied, the people will be eaten by orcs, and even the Wrynn family will lose most of it. He has disappointed me so much, why not
Believe me? You must cooperate with Thrall the Beast."
Benedictus waved his hand and said: "You are the one Varian distrusts the most. After all, Thrall cannot become the king of Stormwind City, and you are fully capable of replacing him."
Duke Bolvar sighed deeply: "It seems that we must unite to prevent Varian from regaining the throne, for the sake of our Kingdom of Stormwind."
Benedictus nodded: "It's a serious matter, and there are some rules that you don't need to follow."
After reaching an agreement with Fordring and Bronzebeard, Varian finally had the confidence to attack.
Supreme Commander Marcus Jonathan led the elite of the city defense army and led King Varian into Stormwind Fortress.
Duke Bolvar responded immediately, and the royal guards protected Night Watchman Kites and entered Stormwind Keep at the same time.
The two sides finally broke up and met in the throne room. Varian stood on the left side of the throne, and Kits, not to be outdone, stood on the right side of the throne.
In the center of the two people is the symbol of Stormwind City's highest power. Whoever sits on the throne is the undisputed king of Stormwind City, and the loser will be forever doomed.
The two sides seemed to be at war with each other, but Varian knew that according to tradition, this was a negotiation.
There are rules among human nobles. For example, the struggle for royal power requires staged negotiations. After the negotiations fail, a time will be agreed upon to use war to solve the problem.
"Kits, go back and be your night watchman." Jaina was the first to attack.
Kits didn't say a word, just smiled coldly.
Bolvar helped him analyze the pros and cons. Compared with his understanding of the royal family, his familiarity with the etiquette and habits among the nobles, his false promises to the people, including his rhetorical eloquence, Kites was completely at a disadvantage.
The only advantage is his strength.
If it really enters the negotiation stage, Kites will definitely fail miserably.
In the past few days, Bolvar and Benedictus have been urging him day and night to let him master the power of the wolf god in his body as much as possible.
Jaina called in Fordring and Bronzebeard to help. What she needed was a fair negotiation and using the rules between nobles to solve the problem.
I have to say that Gianna was too young when it came to handling this matter.
Kits said coldly: "Jaina, you betrayed your teacher Antonidas, which caused Dalaran to be destroyed by the orcs, betrayed your own father, and ruined the Kul Tiras fleet. You are a traitor to humans and a traitor to the orcs."
Accomplice, you have no right to appear in Stormwind City."
After saying that, Kits drew out the sharp blade from his back and jumped up high. His target was Varian.
Varian was shocked. This was completely different from what he expected. Otherwise, as a king, how could he stand at the front?
Who would have thought that Kites would play his cards completely out of line with common sense.
Marcus Jonathan was also stunned. In fact, he was here to support, not to fight, and the chips given by Jaina were not worth his life.
When Kites took action, Marcus hesitated for a moment and could only press forward. It seemed that he was using all his strength, but in fact, he left three points of strength behind to retreat.
Marcus successfully stood in front of King Varian. Kits' sword blade hit the shield, and there was a loud bang. The shield shattered to the ground, and the fragments scattered.
Jaina, with quick eyesight and quick hands, hurriedly blessed Varian with an ice shield to protect him from the damage of the fragments. At the same time, she used the hand of the mage to pull Varian back to the protection of the city defense army.
After all, Marcus has been on the battlefield for a long time, and he immediately realized that the person in front of him was too powerful, and he would die if he fought for a long time, so he hurriedly retreated.
On the surface, it looked like Marcus was knocked away by Kites' move. His face was bloody and bloody, and he fell to the ground with his life and death unknown. But in fact, he had already lost most of his strength, and the injuries he received were only flesh wounds. He pretended to be unconscious and fell to the ground.
Sorry.
Kits retreated the enemy with one move and pointed his sword at Jaina who was closest to him.
Jaina was so frightened that her face turned pale. Although she was a top-notch mage in the world, she knew nothing about close combat. She instinctively used the flash technique to escape and retreated to the city defense army.
Kits took a deep breath and said loudly:
"Brave soldiers of Stormwind City? Your king is back. Do you want a great king who charges forward, or an incompetent coward who needs your protection?"
Kits' words caused the city defense troops to whisper.
In this era, the word "noble" has a heavy meaning, which means that you must be at the forefront in battle and use force to protect your people.
Only in this way can you be eligible to enjoy the people's taxes.
Although the quality of the nobility has long since changed due to arrogance and extravagance, the spirit of the nobility still spreads and takes root in the hearts of the people.
With just these words, the morale of the city defense troops was suddenly low, and they looked at Varian with deep contempt.
"Holy Light, what did I see? You actually believe a liar."
Relying on the remaining power of defeating the "Lich King" at the Holy Light's Hope Chapel, Fording strode out, holding the Ashbringer in both hands, and said loudly:
"I am Tirion Fordring, people of Stormwind City, the great Holy Light guides you, the Holy Light tells me..."
Bolvar warned Kits in advance that Fording's inciting power was too strong to allow him to continue talking. Kits simply went to the end and slashed with his sword with all his strength.
Kits is just a small night watchman and does not know the truth about the Holy Light's Hope Chapel. If he were not forced into a desperate situation, he would never dare to attack Fording, who defeated the Lich King.
"A mere night watchman dares to challenge the great Holy Light. Please give me the power of the Holy Light to defeat the evil in front of me..."
Bang!
The sword in Kits' hand collided with the Ashbringer, and Fording flew backwards like a meteor. His back hit the stone pillar heavily, and slid to the ground like a puddle of mud. The golden light that enveloped Fording was extinguished little by little.
The city defense troops were all stunned. They thought that Fordring was a being that surpassed the Lich King and was second only to the invincible King Saurfang in the world. Unexpectedly, he was vulnerable to a single blow.
"The Fording in front of me must be a fake." Many city defense troops came to this idea.
Kits was also a little surprised. He stared blankly at the sword in his hand. The Ashbringer was indeed a divine weapon. It left a gap in Kits' sword, but that was all.
He didn't expect Fording to be so bad, which gave him a lot of confidence.
"Haha, that's really interesting, Night Watcher, you piqued my interest."
Kits' strength aroused Bronzebeard's warlike heart. Bronzebeard's body was surrounded by lightning, holding the Storm Hammer in his hand, ready to fight Kits.
At this moment, a majestic voice came, and Bolvar stood in front of Bronzebeard with his sword and shield:
"King Magni Bronzebeard, this is Stormwind City. What, is Ironforge going to go to war with Stormwind City?"
Bolvar knew very well that Bronzebeard was powerful and possessed the power of the storm. Although Kits was blessed by the Wolf God, he lacked combat experience and would surely suffer in a long battle.
Bronzebeard blinked. He was not afraid of Duke Bolvar, but Bolvar was a shield-wielding paladin. It would be difficult to tell the winner in a short fight between the two, which was really boring.
"Jaina, this is different from what you said." Bronzebeard turned around and asked.