Azeroth’s Death Track

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No matter which world or civilized feudal era, when the thrones are replaced, there is always the embellishment of blood and blood. This is after all the top of secular power. The crown represents nothing more than a respected king. Glory is the most visible embodiment of power or class in people's hearts.

The king is like a substantive symbol of politics and system, order and civilization, and above the king, there is the Supreme Emperor who appears more supreme. Of course, in the human civilization of Azeroth, there is only the real unification of human beings. Only the powerful of the country can be called the emperor.

Varian Wrynn is the first emperor in human history to be crowned by the Pope before unifying the nations of mankind. This represents a kind of expectation of Pope Alonzos Fau in life. At the end, he will give Varian the final gift.

It was a noble name, so that Varian and the thriving Kingdom of Storms in the reform had enough reason to break free from the current shackles, become the true leader of the empire, and the light of hope for the future of the imperial civilization.

This land, and all people of insight in this civilization, have seen the only way for the empire to break the cocoon, but those in power are blinded by the power in their hands. They are not willing to give up so easily, but to force it. Taking away what they have from other people is very hateful, so from the most pessimistic point of view, the coronation ceremony for Varian Wrynn under the Pope’s crown is likely to lead to the whole Civil strife within the empire.

but...

how to say?

In this world, are there really reforms that can succeed without bloodshed?

No... political struggles, power struggles are not children's play, no matter in which world, the story of politicians promoting the change together is just to tell the children.

This world, all the world, is more dirty than imagined.

But this is what they really should be.

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"Your plan is great and perfect, but unfortunately, I am not interested in it... In short, friends, I wish you all the best!"

In the tavern in Baita City Port, Wilton Barov, in front of the rebellious nobles gathered here, sipped out the wine in his hand. At the moment when his glass fell, this remote tavern The glass dotted with colorful murals shattered and black shadows broke through the window. Before the nobles had reacted, a warm blood flower was accompanied by a weak gunshot and the sound of sharp blades entering the body. This pub burst.

This attack was too sudden. Suddenly most of the nobility did not react at all, and they were cut down to the ground. In addition, these vampires started with vicious and vicious hands, and their unique blood control ability guaranteed As long as the nobles are injured, they will definitely bleed to death in a short time.

"You really picked a good place!"

Wilton Barov’s younger brother, Alex Barov, who has already received a blood conversion, wears a black stand collar trench coat with a bag, lined with a black and white gentleman shirt, black gloves on his hands, and hands There was also a red rose with dew in his hand, and in his other hand was a revolver embellished with ivory and pearls. As he walked into the tavern, the newborn high-end vampire sided himself His brother spoke, and without looking at it, he pulled the trigger towards the crowd.

With the vampire's strong perception of vitality, he didn't need to aim at all, and the five blasted bullets precisely opened a scoop for several nobles hiding under the table.

"We like this kind of place. It is remote, fading, unattended, like..."

Alex Barov's dark red eyes blinked, and said softly to his brother, who was protected by several blood guards:

"Specially prepared for these dead...grave."

Wilton didn't pay attention to his brother who was prosperous, and the scene of blood slaughter in front of him did not make him feel fear or trembling. As a qualified heir of a large family, he had already seen a bloodier scene, he was just a little bit Some emotions.

"Actually, it is a happy thing for them to die here. At least they died at the end of the aristocratic era as they wished. They don’t need to see the sad future with their own eyes. The future in which all nobles and lineages have been completely erased is a brand new one. future..."

Wilton Barov adjusted his clothes. He looked at the blood dripping on his shirt in disgust. He said:

"Oh, it's terrible. Before going to see your majesty, I have to change my clothes. Speaking, Alex, why are there only people from our family? The people of the Perinold family and the Fakurest family are in where?"

"Oh, Oridon informed us at dawn that they would go to eliminate the rebels in other cities, and the Fakurest family fighters went to Stromgarde."

Alex placed his beloved gun at the table, then took out a mirror from his pocket, while admiring his younger face, while cleaning up his brows...this is how Wilton doesn't like himself very much The reason for his younger brother, Alex Barov's taste, is slightly...heavier, he not only likes women, but for handsome men, he likes to come.

But his brother's answer made Wilton frown, and he asked:

"What about Gilneas? Did my father forget there, or did he say otherwise?"

"No need to worry about Gilneas, my brother."

Alex smeared his lips with a blood-red lipstick and casually replied:

"The Countess Dabel Montrose "traveled" in Gilneas. She and her heads would solve Gilneas' troubles. Besides, in that country, there seemed to be some "like-minded" friends with us. Some small... plans are also brewing."

At the end of the pub massacre, the walls, floors, tables and tapestries of the entire bistro were stained with pungent red blood, and Lord Tony Romano, who was hiding in the shadows, quietly approached Naba The two heirs of the Rove family, he was a high-level assassin. Although his body was hollowed out in the wine, the basic skills of the assassin have not been dropped.

He also saw blood and killed people, so compared to those nobles who were besieged by vampires and could only wailing and waiting to die, he also had some counterattack. He drew two daggers with green lights from his waist. That's the weapon smeared with the deadly venom bought from the South China Sea Islands. According to the arms dealer, this toxin is so violent that even the undead can't stop it!

This naked massacre and betrayal was like a cruel blow, making the stalwart "anti-Varian" Tony Lord crazy, especially when he heard what the Barov brothers said, Tony The lord already knew that everything was irreparable. This was a despicable trap, and it was even possible that the tyrant of Varian had set a trap for them.

When he thought that Varian would sit on the throne of the emperor and laugh at these losers, the flame of anger burned wildly inside Lord Tony. In that rage, he lost his calmness as an assassin and looked at his own The brothers fell in the pool of blood during the brutal slaughter of vampires, and Lord Tony could no longer bear it.

"Barov, you betrayed us!"

Lord Tony, wielding a dagger, jumped out of the darkness, and the sharp blade stabs towards the smiling Wilton Barov and Alex Barov, but after seeing Alex's blood-red eyes At the moment of sarcasm, Lord Tony came to think of something.

According to rumors, vampires are extremely good at hiding assassinations. These legendary creatures were born in darkness. Darkness gives them extremely fresh senses. It is difficult for human assassins to hide themselves in front of vampires, because no matter how superb sneaking skills are, as long as the heart is still there. Beating, you can be felt by the vampire.

In other words, he thought he had escaped the slaughter, perhaps, it was just that the vampires ignored him deliberately.

And now, he jumped into this trap stupidly.

A trace of coolness flashed over Lord Tony's heart. Unfortunately, there is no regret medicine in this world.

"Bang, bang"

The high-level blood guards who guarded Wilton Barov waved their hands at the same time, and the black gloved hands turned into a savage **** claw in the blood of the blood, which was shot on the chest of Lord Tony from left to right. , Shooting the high-level assassin on the ground, he still wanted to struggle, but the next moment was caught in the arm by the vampire who appeared behind him, forcing him to kneel in humiliation before the eyes of the Barov brothers.

Alex Barov held Tony's dagger in his hand. The vampire looked at the venom-stained blade. In Tony's gaze, the vampire stretched out his bright red tongue, licked the blade, and licked it. Dismissively threw the dagger aside.

"It's a pity, my Tony, but you might have bought fakes... this thing won't even poison a mouse."

Alex took his revolver from the table. He walked to Tony's eyes. He looked at the handsome lord. He regretted that he put the muzzle on Tony's forehead. He said:

"Tony, there was a good time between you and me..."

"Do not kill me!"

Under the threat of death, Lord Tony Romano shouted:

"I can join you! I can be a vampire and spare me! Alex, look at our past..."

"boom"

With a gunshot, Lord Tony's begging for mercy came to an abrupt end. His small half of his head flew out, and the disgusting liquid splashed on the floor behind him, like a distorted abstract painting.

Alex Barov raised the red rose in the other hand, sniffed it at the tip of his nose, and then threw the bright red rose on Lord Tony's body. He whispered:

"Your 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 the ugliness of your desperate struggle, so..."

"You must die..."

A few minutes later, the Barov brothers, under the guard of the family's blood warriors, left the tavern that had been shrouded in death. Behind them, there was a massacre of blood, which happened during the emperor's coronation ceremony. Not many people will know that, just like those nobles that are about to die, in the historical records, it will only become a footnote that no one pays attention to.

Tony Romano fell on the corpse in the pool of blood, and the red rose was also stained with blood. Those corpses, those blood, those dead souls, as if telling a slightly sad story...

It's like showing the track of history...

The tide of fate is vast.

Those who follow me are prosperous, those who oppose me...

Die.

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Just as Lord Tony and his rebels drowned in blood, the gate of a slightly plain manor in the border town of Lordaeron was kicked rudely.

Among the guards of the blood warriors wearing the black windbreaker and the Pirenod family emblem, Oriden Pirenold wearing a black cowboy hat walked into the manor, the road in front of him There were no panicked servants or heavily armed soldiers. The owner of this manor seemed to know they were coming in advance, but they dismissed all the manor as if they were not resisting at all.

Oriden doesn't care about this.

The legendary blood clan held two things in his hand, and walked straight into the manor house. In the living room full of old-school soldiers decorated with swords, axes, swords and shields, three old grey-haired men were drinking, It's like a gathering of old friends.

They talked to each other and talked to the sky, they didn’t even care about the vampires who rushed into the room, or the Oriden standing in front of them, the legendary vampire was also very patient, he didn’t immediately interrupt the chat of these old soldiers Until a few minutes later, the drunken Duke Grayson raised his head and looked at the red eyes of the vampire. He scolded like a rude soldier:

"Why don't you do it? Didn't you come to get rid of us? Look at the clothes you're wearing, hell, are you even a vampire now?"

"Hahahaha, well said!"

"Grayson, you always tell jokes!"

The other two drunk old men seemed to hear the most funny jokes. They patted the table and laughed.

They were angering these vampires, so that the vampires could kill them. Obviously, the three old men no longer wanted to live.

"Cough"

Oriden nodded and let the other vampires quit. He sat on the floor and joined the reception of the old soldier. The legendary vampire put the two things in his hand on the old men's table.

A gun full of bullets.

And three letters of employment covering Varian’s private seal.

"Duke Grayson Vishak, Lord Boris Maggie, and Earl Remington Ridgeville."

Oriden put a berry on the table in his mouth. He did not look at the three old men in front of him. He said:

"Your Majesty Varian asked me to say a few words to you."

"If you want to die as a big noble, then this gun is for you."

"But if you want to dedicate your strength to the new empire just like the people who have guarded the people in the past, then sign the name on the letter of appointment of the members of the "Yuqian Parliament."

"Of course, if I were you, I wouldn't hesitate too much. After all, even the old life is precious."

Duke Grayson picked up the gun, put it in his hand for a moment, and then threw the gun aside dismissively:

"Cut, imitate the federal third-rate goods."

Then he picked up the letter of appointment again, glanced at it, and scolded with evil voice:

"Congress? The Senate? Bah! Imitate the federal set! Seriously, does Varian have any idea? Who am I going to serve? For the empire, or for a poor federal imitation?"

"boom"

A gold signature pen inlaid with a jewel skull was photographed on the table. The legendary vampire Oridan said impatiently:

"Speak nonsense, sign! Old men!"

"I still have more than 30 old ladies to visit! My time is very valuable!"

"We brought the dress, signed it and went to change it. There was a portal outside waiting for you. The coronation ceremony of His Majesty Varian, he named you to attend!"

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