Azeroth’s Death Track

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Doom escape is never a simple thing. People struggling in the shadows of fear are like panic drowners. They float in the cold water and wave their arms to try to catch all the straw that represents hope, but the cold death Hidden under water, turned into water plants to wrap their legs, and finally in the exhaustion of the body and the endless fear of the soul, a fresh life just passed away.

Panic drowners are dangerous. They are even more dangerous than the cold water and underwater grasses. They will try to catch everything around them in the panic caused by death, and even bring people who want to help them together. Dragging into desperation, this act of gratitude and revenge may not be their original intention, but when people are defeated by the fear that escapes from their hearts, they can do cruel, relentless, and crazy things.

So reason, this is a wall, a wall that separates normal thinking from mad will, and once it is broken, bad, ugly, dark, desperate, cold things, it will take the hands of the madman, One after another.

Just like the current Lordaeron nobles, the shadow of death brought by the blood king Varian turned them into a group of fearful cowards, trying to save themselves in despair, but chose the wrong way to make this land unique. A person capable of helping them, the monarch they should have been loyal to, completely pushed their opposites.

As mentioned before, to break the deadlock, you must make sacrifices. The nobles finally chose to sacrifice Arthas and his children in exchange for the last suffocation. Even if some people of insight reject this crazy practice, but the general trend is Below, most nobles cast a vote of silence representing evil.

Even the nobles of the royal party abandoned their prince at this last moment.

They are the nobility first, then the royal party.

Under the pressure of life and death, before the despair of the entire class, they finally chose to protect themselves. This is human nature, and each soul is selfish. However, at the wrong time, the wrong place, the nobles Wrongly united together and made a wrong judgment.

And that kind of wrong unity eventually sent them to the trial seat of fate in advance.

At the call of Alsace’s loyal bodyguard Maween and his soldiers, the veterans who had followed the king to the east and went to the noble parliament hall from all parts of the city, the neighborhood neighbors called by the veterans Behind them, from a height, the mighty team is like the sea water under the 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 experience, they can distinguish good from evil. Although they may not have actually seen King Alsace Menethil, they are more familiar with those. The nobles who manage them, and the vicious tax collectors and thugs under the nobility, these high-ranking masters bring them only endless oppression.

They don't care about people's lives at all, and whether they live with dignity and whether they can eat enough.

Maybe a few conscientious nobles will try to make the people live better, but unfortunately, in this class, most nobles do not care about these. Their decent life is based on the people’s continuous hollowing out On the basis of, unfortunately, this class is already rotten...

It is hopeless.

The people don't know whether the king is good or bad, but now the king wants to teach those arrogant nobles, the king needs their help, and someone has taken the lead, so...why not?

If they are useful together, even if it is just to let the arrogant nobles eat a flat, it is right to watch the monkey play.

Encouraged by this mentality, more and more people put down the work at hand and joined the increasingly huge queue. Under the leadership and command of the royal knights, these vast waves of civilians finally gathered in In front of the aristocratic parliament hall, the square was blocked tightly, and the scene resembled the emperor's coronation ceremony being held in Baitacheng Port at this time.

This incident exploded too quickly, so quickly that most nobles failed to react. Obviously, Arthas learned a lot from his elder brother, Varian Wryen, who purged the nobility. He I also recognized the power of the people to come together.

And those noble private soldiers who came from everywhere to try to save their masters were incited and led by the royal secret agents hidden in the crowd. The civilians who were gathered together were ripped off from the high head and were fisted. The beating, the kind of violent group that made these soldiers trembling, they panic begged for mercy, but they could not escape the final liquidation.

Arthas saw all this, his heart was trembling, he was essentially a true good man, but he also knew that in this war between the king and the nobles must bleed...

This is inevitable.

The king stood at the door of the parliament hall. The magnificent gate behind him was arbitrarily removed by the knights, exposing the noble and mysterious noble parliament hall on weekdays to the people, watching the scared face and flowers Tolerant, even the nobles shivering and crying loudly, watching the ugliness of the upper class people who were ripped off the noble disguise, the smart people in the crowd suddenly realized...

Those nobles who boast of their rulers are in fact no different from ordinary people like them...

Arthas, holding the holy sword, glanced back at the nobles in the parliament hall. His handsome face flashed decisively. It was these people behind him who tried to use the dark and vicious conspiracy to try to glorify the royal family of Menethil. Trampling under his feet, trying to destroy the future of his children, it was these people who had sworn allegiance to the king's heart with a vicious backstab.

Arthas is strong, he is also a person, he also has a heart, the anger that is betrayed and fooled burns in the heart, and finally, under the urging of the protection of the will of the son, the flame breaks through the shackles of reason and makes the king who has nowhere to go Can only fight hard.

The determination in Arthas's eyes completely frightened the nobles, they screamed for mercy, and shattered the "Regency Act" just signed in front of Arthas, and some noble ladies even fell to their knees. , Screaming, crying and begging the king to spare them.

But...useless.

Meaningless.

At this point, between Alsace and these nobles, there is already a life-and-death situation. No longer can the King give kindness, it is stupid kindness. Alsace believes that as long as he chooses to forgive them, then he and his Son, it's very likely that he will not survive tonight...

"Citizens of Lordaeron!"

Arthas kicked the lady holding his leg under his feet. He stepped forward and took a step. He watched the crowds in the square. Under the echo of the power of the light in his body, Arthas' voice sounded like a sound. Like the dull thunder, echoed in this square, clearly passed into the ears of everyone present.

The king's deep and solemn voice also made most people shut their mouths. They looked at the young king who was enveloped by the Holy Light. The king holding the pale holy sword. They looked at Alsace, just like a king. The soldiers are waiting for Alsace's final order.

"I am Alsace Menethil, you have all heard of my name! I am your king, but now, not anymore."

Arthas raised his hand and pointed to the parliament hall where all the exits were blocked. He yelled in a sad voice:

"Just now, the nobles of this country united and they removed me! They claimed that I was no longer the ruler of Lordaeron, just because I was not willing to compromise with them! My people, you know they want What should I do?"

Arthas's voice became louder, like a real roar.

"They want me to sign a decree to free the Kingdom of Lordaeron from the Arathor Empire, let us betray the emperor Lothar who sacrificed everything for us and sacrifice himself, so that everyone on this land will become a real coward! They are afraid of the upcoming Emperor Varian Wrynn’s liquidation of their evil lives!"

"They want me to be their puppet and their shield against the will of the emperor, and you! My people, once Lordaeron is really out of the empire, then the most terrible war will inevitably come, and the Legion of the Storm Kingdom will enter us King, and you and your children, loved ones, will be the victims of this war that should never happen!"

"But the nobles who did all this, they hid behind and sent you to **** in order 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 wealth given by the Holy Light! I am willing to do everything to protect him! But do you know? I The people, as a king, cannot protect their son..."

Arthas's voice was filled with grief and hatred that could not be disguised. He raised his hands and, like a desperate father, said to his people:

"Just now! Our nobles signed the decree, they let me abdicate and give my poor son less than 2 years old to the throne, the people! Does the 2 year old child know how to govern the kingdom? These bastards! They tried to think of my son as a puppet that could be used by them. They wanted to use my son to achieve their purpose of waging war! My people, if you were me, what would you do?"

The king's voice fell, and the people in the square were boiling.

This cruel truth surprised all the people. In their hearts, the king is the supreme, the ruler who can do whatever they want, but at this moment, in the cry of Alsace, they only found that their country The kings and princes are all pawned by these brave nobles. How bold, how blasphemous is this!

A small businessman who was holding a child to see the bustle heard the words of the king. He couldn’t help but hold his son in his arms. He couldn’t imagine what would happen if such a thing fell on himself and his son. This kind of despair, and perhaps the same feelings as the father, or the inner resonance of the same man, this businessman has an impulse in his heart, he hugged his child, raised his arms, and tried his best. The loudest voice shouted:

"Alsace! For your children! Beat them!"

This just right response ignited the last trace of reason in the hearts of the people almost instantly. Countless arms were raised at this moment, and the people shouted:

"Bash them!"

"Bash them!"

The fists raised by the people, the plain words they shouted, made Alsace who had just been betrayed feel real trust at this moment, he choked a little, he gave up his body, and behind him, the knights also slowly Retreat, exposing the panicked nobles to the angry people.

"My identity does not allow me to do this, my people."

With a touch of touch in Arthas's voice, he reached out and said aloud:

"But if you are willing to help me out...then...these nobles..."

"It's yours!"

The king's voice fell, and the royal spies hidden in the crowd rushed into the parliament hall. This action was like a trace of Mars, which instantly lit the square. In the exclaimation of the nobles, the surging crowd roared towards In the past, Marvin, who had already prepared, led the knights on horseback and rushed into it from both sides of the square, separating the people from the back who did not know what happened.

Arthas was not a butcher. He used the power of the people, but he did not want the people to harm the innocent in the chaos.

There are only hundreds of people put into the parliament hall, and they will beat the group of unknown nobles on behalf of the king. The blood will be red today. This hall represents the power of nobility, but this is what Alsace wants!

Under the protection of the knights, the king walked into the rooftop next to the parliament hall. He waved to the people, thanked his people for supporting him, and announced that Lordaeron would stay in the empire. The war would not happen, and a A bright future will soon come. With the help of the veterans who are sensible and the pastors who come to help, the restless crowd is slowly separated, and a riot disappears invisible.

The king waved his hands to the people for the last time. In the cheers of the people's victory, he turned and walked into the rooftop room, where the bigwigs of the aristocratic parliament were sitting on the sofa, everyone shivering.

"boom"

Something was thrown in front of this group of lost nobles. It was a scroll and a pen. Arthas looked at them indifferently. The king said in a calm voice:

"Are you afraid of me now? Hybrids!"

"Sign it!"

"Otherwise I will throw you down and throw it to my people!"

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