Azeroth’s Death Track

All life has the foresight of danger, which is an instinct engraved in the soul.

Just like the rats, snakes and bugs before the earthquake, like the ants that were watered by the bear children, like the frogs in the warm water... Yes, the frogs will jump out, don't ask me why I know.

People, in fact, are the same.

A whim at a certain time, sudden panic, is an instinctive warning, your body is trying to tell you that something bad may happen.

At this time, people will appear flustered, and under threats, they often make irrational judgments.

For example, now, such as the imperial nobles at this time.

A sense of crisis that is about to come, like a hurricane that swept across Kalimdor in the past few days, caused the nobles to rush out of their mansions and wander around like blind mice and headless flies Running around, looking for all kinds of inside information, trying to learn more information, but the more they learned, the more fearful they felt about the current situation.

It seems that there is an unstoppable trend for the lunatics in the south to occupy the throne of the emperor.

Varian, who is known as the Blood King, might do the horrific things he did in the Kingdom of Stormwind on the first day of becoming the emperor again within the scope of the empire.

He will kill all the nobles, confiscate all their property, drive their wives and children out of the mansion, and kill a few celebrities to appease the incited anger of the common people.

The entire empire will be bloodshed, and that lunatic will leave their names in history on their bones, and they, they losers, will have no place in history, and they will only be described with adjectives such as decay and depravity, and this This time, this time there is no other place for them to hide. The Federation will not accept them. As long as the nobles dare to set foot on that rebellious land, they will be immediately hanged on the Federation's telephone poles.

Horde orcs would dislike them, because they are not good fighters.

And the night elves would not accept them even more. Those purple-skinned elves looked down on any human being, no matter how rich or status he had.

At this moment of crisis, the nobles who have always advertised their noble bloodlines are like drunkards who have passed out on the street. They suddenly discovered that their noble bloodlines and their wealth cannot save them... At this moment, that thing, Instead, it will drag them into a deeper and more terrifying hell.

The shadow of death, like the fear of tarsal poison, shrouded the heads of these terrified nobles all day long, making them sleepless, unable to eat well, and even unable to continue their daily enjoyment.

The nobles of Lordaeron were the first to get the news, and the big nobles responded very quickly. They immediately threatened King Alsace with impeachment, demanding that he not side with Varian, some whimsical Romantic aristocrats even suggested that Alsace should be put on the emperor's throne before the Pope's coronation ceremony.

Let a dove occupy the magpie's nest!

But as long as people with little brains know that without the approval of His Majesty the Pope, this so-called coronation ceremony can only be like a monkey show.

But even if a few people with brains and strength among the nobles would not do such a stupid thing, it does not mean that they will sit still, they can also do other things, some destructive, inflammatory, full of Bloody things, to prevent their doomsday.

Just like those shameless rats fighting back frantically in the opened cave, even if the doomsday is inevitable, they will drag many people...

Let's be buried together!

It has nothing to do with wisdom, it has nothing to do with courage, it has nothing to do with the event itself, it is the vicious entity flowing in their veins, the so-called grand exit, the so-called shocking event, all this is to prove that they are different, Their deformed and hideous nobility must be sacrificed with their lives!

And the news from Baita City Port just lifted that layer of disguise, exposing their naked viciousness and madness to the eyes of the world, that's all.

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Have you heard? Our great High Lord Leoric von Zeldig boarded the boat to New Stormwind City yesterday, and he went to surrender to the Wrynn family The Blood King Surrendered!

In a country house outside the city of New Lordaeron, a private gathering of the great nobles was going on. The people in the room did it in person, and Tony Romano, who was holding a glass of wine, was leaning against the window of the room, talking to other people while looking out the window.

This guy used to be an assassin, but not because of the national mission or family inheritance, but purely because of his own interest.

Tony Romano is the real power lord of the former Stormwind Kingdom. He once owned 17 towns, but he is romantic by nature and likes to do some less serious things for fun. When the Dark Blade Legion attacked Stormwind City, He was lucky to escape the massacre, and even after migrating to Kalimdor, he was still a great nobleman in the Old Kingdom before Varian returned.

But now, he is a fugitive. On the night Varian raised his butcher knife to the nobles, he crossed the border with the nobles of the Northland and took refuge in the Kingdom of Lordaeron. Now, he is also doing well in this country.

But some things cannot be avoided.

There was a cold light in the former thief's eyes. He narrowed his eyes and smashed the wine glass in his hand on the ground. Amid the sound of glass breaking, Tony Romano's voice became more and more sinister:

I'm so blind! That old soldier has been stubborn all his life. That night, when Varian raised his butcher knife at us, I still wanted to drag him to escape together! Grayson, our big Leoric What did the lord say at the time? He wants to stand with us against Varian's atrocities! I still remember it clearly, and now? That coward! That old bastard actually abandoned us and went to kneel to Varian Please surrender, he will die! And he will die terribly!

Varian won't let him go!

The nobleman's voice became very sharp, screaming like a chicken with its neck stuck, but his cursing and swearing revealed the weakness and fear in this guy's heart... He once walked on In the shadows, now on the battlefield under the sun, the situation of real swords, real guns, life and death made him feel scared.

Enough! Stop this impotent barking!

A deep voice came from the corner of the room. Others put down their wine glasses one after another and looked at the person who spoke. It was a middle-aged man in a black hunting suit who was sitting in the corner drinking wine silently. Even though he has white hair on his head, his waist is still straight, just like those old-fashioned soldiers.

This is the Duke of Grayson Vickshaw, the highest among the nobles who fled when Varian slaughtered the nobles. He used to be the head of the Royal Knights of the Kingdom of Stormwind, and he was also a soldier who followed King Ryan. His family is even older than Stormwind City, and can even be traced back to the time of Emperor Thoradin.

He is one of the real leaders among this group of nobles who are in constant panic.

And now, even in the face of the terrible thing that Varian may be crowned emperor, Duke Grayson did not panic at all. He raised his head, glared at Lord Tony, and said in a deep voice:

Leoric and I have known each other since we were children, when we went to the battlefield to fight trolls, Tony, you are still in the womb! So shut up! I know Leoric, he is a true paladin, and the faith For him, it is a rule that cannot be violated, if the Pope really wants Varian to become emperor, then no matter how much Leoric hates Varian, he will choose to obey, let alone!

The tall duke stood up, looked at everyone in front of him, and said:

Leoric had a long conversation with me for hours before leaving...

Then why didn't you stop him!

Lord Tony Romano, who was a little drunk, shouted:

You should have kept him!

Shut up!

Duke Grayson pointed at Lord Tony, his fingers were like swords:

Next, if I hear you say one more word, and hear you play up this boring fear, I will pull out your tongue! You can try!

Lord Tony obviously had no intention of confronting Duke Grayson head-on. He snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Leoric told me that when he joined the army and became a paladin, he made an oath to protect the people instead of pointing the sword at his own compatriots. What Varian did was cruel, but Leoric saw In the past few years, I will say one more thing about the changes in the Stormwind Kingdom, you and I have also seen it, and our eyes are not blind!

Duke Grayson drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, he breathed a sigh of relief:

We thought that without us, Varian's kingdom would be in chaos. We thought we were an integral part of a country. We thought our existence was a matter of course, but the truth?

Varian slapped us hard with the facts. Those people, they lived a hundred times better in Varian's country without nobles than under our rule! We were wrong, friends, brothers, We are not as important as we thought, and as for you inviting me today, you probably want me to make an idea...

The duke laughed twice, turned around without hesitation, opened the door, and dropped a sentence to the stunned nobles:

My idea to you is... eat something good, drink something good, and then tidy up the family books, take good care of your loved ones, and wait for Emperor Varian to take over... In this way, we can at least keep one Fate, at least you can live to see your grandchildren get married... No matter what you are plotting, and no matter what you want to do...

I quit!

I've already made a mistake once, and I don't want to make a second mistake!

Cowards! Cowards!

The moment Duke Grayson walked out of the room, Lord Tony Romano roared behind him, like a beast cornered, his eyes were red and he screamed:

Varian will not let you go, you betrayed him! He will kill you, kill your family! Fight or die! Grayson, come back!

Faced with this angry scolding, the old duke turned his head, looked at Lord Tony, and said with a blank expression:

No! I know Varian, he doesn't!

boom

The door was completely closed at this moment, leaving only the stunned nobles in the room. They didn't know what to do. Grayson's departure seemed to take away the backbone of these nobles, leaving them at a loss.

boom

There was another loud noise, and Lord Tony crushed the wine bottle in his hand. This Lord, whose body was full of rage, walked to the center of the room, and he looked at the others viciously:

Who else wants to go? Get out! Go and beg your Varian to beg for mercy! Get out!

There was a dead silence, several little nobles stood up, and fled the room as if fleeing, while the rest, although silent, obviously, they did not want to lose everything just like that.

Seeing this scene, Lord Tony Romano, who was extremely angry just now, suddenly showed a slightly distorted smile on his sinister face, and he whispered:

Very good! Very good, the cowards are gone, the rest are warriors!

Don't be afraid, brothers, Grayson is gone, he is afraid, but this is not the end, we don't need to rely on him anymore, we have a better leader...

I think you've all heard of an old and noble surname, Barov... yes, don't worry, brothers!

The Barov family, will lead us to resist that tyrant! We will set things right, and we will defend everything we have!

Don't be afraid! Victory will eventually belong to the noble blood!

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On the other side, at the very edge of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, in the dense forest at the junction of Thousand Needles and the Feralas Wilderness, there is a courtyard of the Barov family. On the surface, there is nothing special here, but only Only the most core members of the Barov family knew that the most honorable master of the Barov family lived here.

Oh, not the two young barons representing the Barov family in the empire, but the true contemporary head of this ancient family...

According to outside rumors, Alex Barov is already dead!

Of course, the old earl had actually experienced death once, but he didn't die in the true sense. Instead, he experienced a nearly eternal...life in a different form!

swish

Just in front of this quiet manor, in this deep darkness, a blood-colored shadow appeared in front of the blood servant guards of the Barov family. The blood servants didn't dare to draw their weapons at all.

Go! Tell Alex Barov!

I brought...

The will of the blood ancestor!