Azeroth’s Death Track

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"In the end, something went wrong."

At dusk, Varian looked heavily at the report in his hand, which was the text returned by MI7, which recorded a disappointing news.

Today, the affirmative action action launched simultaneously in 12 counties and kings in the country was very successful. Varian chose a very precise time and launched this long-planned day in a day that no one can think of. In action, those more than 300 pioneering knights sent by him to the southern border of the kingdom rushed into the seven southern counties in a gesture of encirclement after being ordered, and with the help of the black dragon, none of the four nobles in the southern seven counties Escape.

The local nobles were being quickly cleared, and the cleaning pattern was almost the same as the action that took place in the new Stormwind Palace. The army marshal Halver Wimbahn, who withdrew from Felwood and returned to the kingdom on the same day Entering the kingdom, directly instructed the Seventh Army to take over the traffic routes of the five counties from the north, and completely cut off the communication between the storm kingdom of the internal coup and the outside world.

Varian did not violently kill all the little nobles. He gave these little nobles the opportunity to choose. This is not a kind of benevolence, but a practical need. After uprooting the imperial noble class, in In the new regime, many officials who can quickly adapt to the new environment are also needed. Since the small nobles do not have much resources themselves, the conflicts with the people are not as sharp as those of the big nobles.

These noble little nobles are actually objects that can be united. As long as they know the current affairs, they will not lose anything in this catastrophe against nobles.

However, there were eventually omissions in the five northern counties. In the new north county bordering the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the 7th Army’s wing was blocked by the private soldiers united by the local nobles, although the 7th Army was completely wiped out after an hour of fierce battle. The huge number of private soldiers, but gave the nobles a chance to escape.

"More than 30 nobles with territories fled to neighbouring countries, including the powerful Duke Vishak in the north, but considering the intertwined relationship between the Duke and the other two kingdoms, he might be let go Is the right choice."

Windsor, who had been working for several days, whispered to Varian:

"Vishak was not an enlightened person like the Duke of Eberlock, but he did not participate very much in the tandem gathering of the greedy guys. He valued the power of kings and nobles very much. He was an old-school conservator and Lordaeron. Many of the great aristocrats have close contacts, but seriously, he is more inclined to your side than those who are connected in private... although there are some conflicts between you."

"I don't have too much disgust towards Visak, Windsor Qing."

Varian put down the report in his hand with some tiredness. He rubbed his eyes and whispered:

"Actually, I don't feel bad about most of the kingdom's nobles. Although they tried their best to limit my power, I know that this is just human nature. No one wants to be taken away by others. What's more, it can make people lose their power, so this is not a personal grudge..."

"The only thing I feel guilty about is that so many people have lost their lives...blood in these things I did for this country."

Varian placed his hands in front of his eyes, which were extremely clean, covered with calluses when holding the sword, but in the eyes of the king, these hands exuded a thick blood, which was blood that could not be cleaned in a lifetime.

Wen De Sole thought his king became more sentimental, he wanted to comfort Varian, but after a while, the king stood up and walked to the window, from where he was, he could clearly see the servants of those palaces , Desperately sweeping the blood flowing on the slate, and the blood seems to be wiped clean.

"But I don't feel regret for this, nor will I stop what I am doing because of this guilt."

The king said softly:

"My adoptive father Emperor Losa always wanted to reform the empire, but when he was born, he dedicated his life to this empire. How can we let him down, I am just doing what he has not done. .. this is a matter of justice. I know in my heart that what I did is right. I stand on the side of justice."

"Uh"

Windsor looked at the king's back in the dusk with a gentle gaze, and he said comfortably:

"You look like this, remind me of King Lion, he had hesitated in the face of the orc invasion of the storm kingdom, but he did not leave his people to escape, he also said, in order to uphold justice , We have to make sacrifices...but, did you know? What you just said actually reminded me of another person."

"Oh? Who?"

Varian looked back, and there was a smile on his face. Obviously, he knew who the old marshal was talking about. The king looked at Windsor, who shrugged:

"Tirion. The blade of dawn, the sentence he always hangs on his lips is... "Our cause is justice", it is unimaginable, right? His Majesty Varian, a real devil in his heart I firmly believe that I am doing justice, and as far as the status quo of federal civilization is concerned, what he calls justice may not be a joke..."

"So I sometimes respect him, Wind Solsol."

Varian nodded, and he reached up to pick up his alien-shaped sword. The kingdom's swordsmith forged a very delicate scabbard for this sword of the empire, allowing Varian to hold it in his hands without the need for time. Carry this sword behind you.

The king carried his sword and reached out to push Windsor's wheelchair. The two men walked in the passage of the palace. Varian whispered to his most trusted subordinates and experienced old friends:

"I just used this cruel way to transform a kingdom, which put me under such terrible pressure..."

"Tirion is transforming the whole world in a more cruel way. If he also has a heart, and he also has feelings, then his pressure is probably ten times or even more than a hundred times that of me. Just from this will, he is worth it. I respect... well, learn."

Wen De Sole smiled, did not comment on Varian's sentence, and the king walked in the court, he was still the same as before, slightly nodded to anyone he met, and wherever he went The servants of the court also gave way to the king respectfully as in the past. Varian did not care about these, but Windsor was keenly aware of the trembling of the servants from these servants. Another emotion beyond respect...

fear!

This king, who is always gentle with anyone, killed at least 200 noblemen in his court today, not because of anger or personal emotions, but because of a law enacted by the king. And, seriously, it’s more scary than killing 200 civilians.

But Windsor does not feel that this fear is a bad thing...

Respecting and fearing are the qualities that a qualified ruler should possess, and an excellent ruler like Varian should deserve both. For the ruler, the fear of subjects is also a A very useful weapon, especially for those things that Varian is about to do.

Above the main square of the church in the new Stormwind City, at this time almost the entire city of civilians gathered here, the voices are full of people, it seems that a very important thing is about to happen.

And in the center of the square, a tall building stands there. It is not a sacred sculpture representing the Holy Light, nor a symbol of extolling the kingship. It is something that makes people feel more chilled.

Consisting of two solid wooden piles, a heavy and sharp guillotine is hung on the beam. The thick blade is triangular, and in the evening sun, the blade shines a chilling light. Three meters high, and under the stake, there is a specially-made execution platform with a cold face. The executioners with red masks hold the chain and fix the guillotine at the highest point.

Anyone who has a slight understanding of engineering can think of this terrible shape. Once the guillotine fell down, the neck of the prisoner placed on the image stage will be smoothly cut in a moment, maybe the prisoner even If you can't feel the pain, you will die between the blood spurts.

Under this execution platform, all the civilians in the new Stormwind City were in a strange and joyful gesture. Earlier today, they discovered the Equal Rights Act posted at various streets, compared with the border areas in southern Xinjiang. In the Wangdu, there are guards who are loyal to the king at every street, explaining the meaning of this bill to the people around them, and the people of the new Stormwind City are also some people in the metropolis. They understand the inner meaning of this decree Is more profound than civilians elsewhere.

They knew very well that the good life of the noble masters was over...

And in the afternoon, a more powerful news came that His Majesty the King was to behead several public nobles with heads and faces in the evening. This is really big news. After lunch, the people in various urban areas I spontaneously came to the church square, the atmosphere was very chaotic for a while, but fortunately, there was the king's guard here on duty, and the priests of the cathedral looked after, so there was not much trouble.

"The king is here! The king is down!"

"Your Majesty Varian left the palace and came to preside over the ceremony himself!"

The kind of emotions that do not know whether it is cheering, or weird expectations are scattered in the crowd. Although it has been almost dusk, this passionate emotion has not cooled because of the sun setting until Varian Uri When King Eun appeared on the platform above the church square and waved to the people, this strange passion reached its climax at this moment.

People who have been given various powers may not know what that power means, but at least they know that the nobles have always taken things from them, and this king has been giving them things... this is enough to let The people have a simple gratitude and admiration for Varian.

In the cheers of the people, Varian rejected the manuscripts submitted by his servants. In today’s new era of storms of change initiated by his own hands, he does not need these carefully prepared rhetoric, and he has a wave in his heart.

"My people! The people of Stormwind City! The people of the Kingdom of Stormwind! I am Varian Wrynn, the king of this country and you, but from today, I will become a symbol... Represents the power of kings and nobles that have gone away."

"Many people think I am crazy!"

The voice of His Majesty the King echoed in the church square. The noise of the people was still there, but it was much smaller. Many people looked up to listen to the speech of their King. Some young people were even worshipped. Looking at Varian, I wish I could join the king now.

"Many nobles called me a traitor before they died! I know... as the largest noble in the Kingdom of Stormwind, I betrayed my class, I personally set off a liquidation of the nobility, and even gave up the king’s Power, but this...it's worth it!"

Varian shared his inner thoughts with the people who listened to him. At this moment, he is more like a king than a king, and he is more like a leader who grew up among the people. Leader.

"We gave up the blood of the nobility, we gave up the grand history of the Kingdom of Stormwind in the past, we no longer define ourselves with the great cause of our ancestors, but infuse more hope into what we can do in the future... The great cause of our ancestors belongs to our ancestors, and our lives and the future of the kingdom require us to practice ourselves."

"Unfortunately, the nobles stood in front of the wheel of history, and I had to abandon them...just to find a better country that is more worthy of our desperation and devotion, a place where all people can live. A freer, more prosperous society, a perfect era planned for us by Emperor Lothar..."

"I am not here as King Varian Wrynn! My friends, my brothers and sisters!"

Varian took off the little crown above his head. In the eyes of the people, he put the crown in the box in the hand of the servant. With open arms, Shen Sheng said:

"Today, I come here as a free man in the Kingdom of Storms, as a symbol of the head of state, a Varian Wrynn standing with you and the people...Farewell to the last nobles."

"I have brought freedom and equality to this country!"

"Since then, no one can take them away from us!"

At the moment when the king's words fell, the whole square was thunderous, and the king gave up his crown, but a crown of the people's heart was put on the king's head, and everyone was cheering Varian Wrynn's Name, imprint this name into your own spirit and soul.

"Execution!"

Wearing a black suit and holding a judgment letter, Archbishop Chaldean standing next to the king made a gesture. At the next moment, a big nobleman with his hands trapped, fat, and wearing gorgeous robes was put on the execution table. Count Nelson, who was captured by the Countess of Presto, and in the eyes of the people, Chaldean Chaldeans opened the sentence in his hand. His low voice sounded at this moment:

"Casa Nelson, former Lord of the Salt Mine County of the Storm Kingdom, hereditary earl. In the past 8 years, the 438 missing cases recorded in Salt Mine County have identified at least 200 cases related to this earl. In the middle of the year, he embezzled a total of 2.3 million gold coins in taxes belonging to the country and the people, and encroached on the land of 546 citizens for illegal mining of salt mines. 1300 private soldiers, intended to split the country..."

"With the power given to me by the Holy Light Holy See and the Storm Council, I declare here!"

"Casa Nelson... the death penalty!"

The big noble with his mouth closed was pressed on the guillotine by two executioners. After the rag of the mouth was removed, his sharp howling like a wild boar rose into the sky, which was full of endless resentment:

"Varian! Varian! You **** traitor! Pig! Everything you do will not be forgotten by other nobles! The entire empire will become your enemy! You and your pariahs will be executed! Will be in hell! I will be waiting for you in hell!!!"

"Varian! I'm in hell! Waiting for you!"

There is still a touch of noble temperament in this mortal counterattack, and his vicious voice has stirred up the anger of the people, but it is like the most perfect ending of this ceremony. Countless people are waving their fists in excitement. Shouting, the cry of thousands of people gradually merged into a rumbling echo:

"Execution him!"

"Cut off his head!"

"kill him!"

In the roar of the people, the executioner loosened the chain in his hand.

"Wow wow wow"

In the rapid swing of the black chain, the heavy guillotine was screaming and chopped off, Nelson's head was easily cut off, and at the moment when the body that had lost its head spewed blood, the roar of the people reached the extreme.

And Varian, in this carnival-like hustle and bustle, he looked at the twitching body indifferently, he sneered inwardly:

"Waiting for me in hell? Are you kidding me?"

"With Tyraine's acting style, you have such a filthy and dirty soul that has nothing to do with it. Can you still have a chance to watch the drama easily?"

"Go dream..."

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