Azeroth’s Death Track

No matter which world or feudal era of civilization, when the throne alternates, there will always be bloody embellishments. After all, this is the top of secular power, and the crown represents more than just a respected king Glory, it is the most visual embodiment of power or class in people's minds.

The king is like the physical symbol of politics and system, order and civilization, and above the king, there is His Majesty the Emperor, who appears to be more supreme. Only those who are powerful in the country are qualified to be called emperors.

Varian Wrynn is the first emperor in the history of mankind to be crowned by the Pope before the unification of all human nations. This represents a kind of expectation of Pope Alonsus Fao. At the final end, he will give Varian the last gift.

That is a noble name, in order to give Varian and the thriving Stormwind Kingdom in reformation enough reasons to break free from the current shackles and become the true leader of the empire and the light of hope for the future of the empire's civilization.

All insightful people in this land and in this civilization have seen the only way for the empire to break out of the cocoon and rebirth, but those in power are dazzled by the power in their hands, and they are unwilling to give up so easily. It is very hated to take what others have from them, so from the most pessimistic point of view, the Pope's upcoming coronation ceremony for Varian Wrynn is likely to cause the entire Empire-wide civil unrest.

but...

how to say?

In this world, is there really a reform that can succeed without bloodshed?

No... Political struggles and power struggles are not children's play games. No matter which world you are in, the stories of politicians promoting change in harmony are only for children.

This world, all worlds, is dirtier than you think.

But that's what they really should be.

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Your plan is great, it's perfect, but unfortunately, I'm not interested in it... Anyway, best of luck, friends!

In the tavern of Baita City Harbor, Wilton Barov drank the wine in his hand in front of the rebel nobles gathered here. The moment his glass slipped, the surrounding area of ​​this remote tavern The glass dotted with colorful murals shattered, and black shadows entered through the window. Before the nobles could react, the warm blood was accompanied by the sound of weak gunshots and sharp knives entering the body. The tavern exploded.

The attack came so suddenly that most of the nobles were cut down to the ground before they could react at all. In addition, these vampires were vicious and vicious, and their unique ability to control blood guaranteed As long as the nobles are injured, they will definitely end up bleeding and dying in a short time.

You really picked a good place!

Wilton Barov's younger brother, Alex Barov, who has undergone blood conversion, is wearing a black trench coat with a stand-up collar, lined with a black and white gentleman's shirt, and black gloves on his hands. Holding a dewy red rose in his hand, and a revolver embellished with ivory and pearls in his other hand, as he stepped into the tavern, this newborn high-ranking vampire was talking to himself The elder brother was talking, without looking at him, 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 bullets that shot out accurately opened the scoop for a few nobles hiding under the table.

That's what we like about places like this, remote, run down, unnoticed, like...

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

A...tomb specially prepared for these beggars.

Wilton ignored his poetic younger brother, and the scene of bloody massacre in front of him didn't make him feel afraid or terrified. As a qualified heir of a big family, he had seen bloodier scenes long ago. Some emotion.

In fact, it is a happy thing for them to die here. At least they got their wish and died at the end of the era of nobility. They don't need to see that sad future with their own eyes. That future where all nobility and bloodlines are completely wiped out, a brand new future...

Wilton Barov straightened his clothes. He looked at the blood dripping on his shirt with disgust, and said:

Oh, it's too bad. Before I go to see His Majesty, I have to change my clothes. Speaking of which, Alex, why are there only people from our family here? People from the Perenold family and the Faculest family are here. where?

Oh, Auriden informed us at dawn that they will go to clear up the rebels in other cities, and the warriors of the Faculest family will go to Stormgard.

Alex put his beloved gun on the table, and then took out a mirror from his pocket. While admiring his younger face, he fixed the corners of his eyebrows... This is why Wilton doesn't like himself very much. The reason for my younger brother is that Alex Barov's taste is a little...heavy. He not only likes women, but also handsome men.

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

Where's Gilneas? Did Father forget about it, or did he have other plans?

Don't worry about Gilneas, my brother.

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

Countess Darbelle Montrose is traveling in Gilneas, and she and her leaders will solve the troubles in Gilneas. Besides, there seem to be some like-minded friends in that country. There are also some small...plans brewing.

At the end of this tavern massacre, when the walls, floors, tables, and tapestries of the entire tavern were stained with pungent red blood, Lord Tony Romano, who was hiding in the shadows, approached Nappa quietly. The two heirs of the Rove family, he used to be a high-level assassin. Although his bones were hollowed out in the wine and sex, the basic skills of an assassin have not been thrown away.

He had also seen blood and killed people back then, so compared to those nobles who were besieged by vampires and could only cry and wait to die, he still had some power to fight back. He drew two daggers that were beating with green light from his waist , It was a weapon coated with deadly poison bought from the South China Sea Islands. According to the black arms dealer, the poison was so powerful that even the undead couldn't stop it!

This naked massacre and betrayal was like a hard blow, which drove the staunch anti-Varian Lord Tony almost crazy, especially after hearing the things said between the Barov brothers, Tony The lord already knows that everything is irreversible, this is a despicable trap, and it is even very likely that the tyrant Varian set a trap for them.

The thought of Varian sitting on the emperor's throne and laughing at them as losers made the flame of anger burn wildly in Lord Tony's heart. In that fury, he lost the calmness he should have as an assassin. The brother fell in a pool of blood in the brutal massacre of the vampires, and Lord Tony couldn't take it anymore.

Barov, you have betrayed us!

Lord Tony jumped out of the darkness wielding a dagger, and the sharp blade stabbed straight at the smiling Wilton Barov and Alex Barov, but after seeing Alex's blood-red eyes At the moment when the sarcasm emerged, Lord Tony thought of something belatedly.

According to rumors, vampires are extremely good at hiding and assassinating. These legendary creatures were born in the dark, and the darkness gave them extremely vivid senses. Beating, you can be perceived by vampires.

In other words, he thought he escaped the massacre, maybe it was just that the vampires ignored him on purpose.

But now, he foolishly jumped into this trap.

A coolness flashed through Lord Tony's heart, but unfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world.

Bang, bang

The high-ranking blood guards guarding Wilton Barov waved their hands at the same time, and the black-gloved hands turned into ferocious blood claws in the surge of blood, slapping Lord Tony's chest from left to right. , slapped this high-ranking assassin on the ground, and he wanted to struggle, but the next moment, the vampire who appeared behind him grabbed his arm, forcing him to kneel in humiliation in front of the Barov brothers.

Alex Barov held Tony's dagger in his hand. The vampire looked at the blade smeared with venom. Under Tony's gaze, the vampire stuck out its bright red tongue and licked the sharp blade, then Throwing the dagger aside dismissively.

I'm sorry, my Tony, but you may have bought a fake...this stuff won't kill a rat.

Alex picked up his revolver from the table, he walked up to Tony, he looked at this rather handsome lord, he felt a little regretful, and put the muzzle of the gun 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, spare me! Alex, look at our past...

boom

With a gunshot, Lord Tony's begging for mercy stopped abruptly, his little 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, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then threw the bright red rose on Lord Tony's body, and said in a low voice:

His Majesty Varian will not only rule the world under the sun, but he is also the guest of honor in the dark world, and he is tired of watching you desperately struggling, so...

You guys must die...

A few minutes later, the Barov brothers left the tavern that had been shrouded in death under the escort of the family's blood warriors. Behind them was a massacre. This tragedy happened at the emperor's coronation ceremony. It will not be known by too many people, just like those nobles who are about to perish, in the historical records, they will only become footnotes that no one pays attention to.

On Tony Romano's corpse lying in a pool of blood, the red rose was also stained with blood. Those scattered corpses, those blood, and those lost souls seemed to be telling a slightly sad story...

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

The tide of fate is mighty.

Those who follow me prosper, those who oppose me...

Death.

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At the same time that Lord Tony and his rebels were drowning in blood, in the border town of the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the gate of a slightly plain manor was rudely kicked open.

Auriden Perenold, who was wearing a black cowboy hat, walked into the manor under the guard of blood warriors wearing a black trench coat and the emblem of the Perenold family. The road in front of him There were no panicked servants or heavily armed soldiers on board. The owner of the manor seemed to know that they were coming in advance, but they dismissed everyone in the manor, as if they were not resisting at all.

O'Riden didn't care about that.

Holding two things in his hands, this legendary blood race went straight into the manor house. In the living room decorated with swords, axes, swords and shields and full of old-school military style, three gray-haired old men were drinking wine. It's like a gathering of old friends.

They were talking and chatting with each other, they didn't care about the vampires who rushed into the room, and they didn't care about Auriden standing in front of them. The legendary vampire was also very patient. He didn't immediately interrupt the chatting of these old soldiers. After several minutes, the drunken Duke Grayson raised his head, looked into the red eyes of the vampire, and scolded like a rude soldier:

Why don't you do it? Aren't you here to get rid of us? Look at the clothes you're wearing, hell, are vampires so sissy now?

Hahahaha, well said!

Grayson, you're always telling jokes!

The other two alcoholic old men slapped the table and laughed as if they had just heard the funniest joke.

They are provoking these vampires so that they can kill them. Obviously, these three old men don't want to live anymore.

cough cough

Oriden pouted and told the other vampires to withdraw, while he himself sat on the floor and joined the old soldier's reception. The legendary vampire put two things in his hand on the old men's table.

A loaded gun.

And three letters of engagement bearing Varian's personal seal.

Duke Grayson Visak, Lord Boris Maggie, and Earl Remington Ridgewell.

Orridon put a berry on the table into his mouth, without looking at the three old men in front of him, he said:

His Majesty Varian asked me to say a few words to you.

If you want to die as great nobles, then this gun is for you.

But if you want to dedicate your strength to the brand-new empire just like guarding the people in the past, then sign your name on this letter of appointment for the members of the Imperial Council.

Of course, if I were you guys, I wouldn't hesitate. After all, even a very old life is very precious.

Duke Grayson picked up the gun, played with it in his hand for a moment, and then dismissed the gun aside:

Cut, imitate the third-rate goods of the Federation.

Then he picked up the appointment letter again, glanced at it, and cursed viciously:

Congress? The Senate? Bah! Copy the Federation! Seriously, doesn't Varian have a mind of his own? Who am I going to serve? The Empire, or a clumsy imitation of the Federation?

boom

A golden signature pen inlaid with a jeweled skull was patted on the table, and the legendary vampire Oriden said impatiently:

Stop talking nonsense and sign! Old men!

I have more than 30 old men and women to visit! My time is very valuable!

We have brought the gowns, and we will change them after signing. There is a portal waiting for you outside. His Majesty Varian's coronation ceremony, he called you to attend!