Azeroth’s Death Track

Escape from the doomsday is never a simple matter. People struggling in the shadow of fear are like panicked drowning people. They float in the icy water, waving their arms and trying to grab all the straws that represent hope, but the cold death is just like a drowning person. Hidden under the water, they turned into water plants and entangled their legs. In the end, in the exhaustion of the body and the endless fear of the soul, a fresh life just passed away.

Frantic drowning people are dangerous, even more dangerous than icy water and underwater plants. In the panic caused by death, they will try to grab everything around them, and even drag those who want to help them together. Dragging into a desperate situation, this kind of behavior of repaying kindness and revenge may not be their original intention, but when people are defeated by the fear that escapes from their hearts, they can do anything no matter how cruel, ruthless, or crazy.

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

Just like the current nobles of Lordaeron, 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 kill the only one on this land. A person capable of helping them, the monarch they were supposed to be loyal to, was completely pushed against them.

As I said before, to break the stalemate, sacrifices must be made. The nobles finally chose to sacrifice Alsace and his children in exchange for the last lingering breath. Under the circumstances, most of the nobles cast a vote of silence representing evil.

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

They are nobles first, and royalists second.

Under the pressure of life and death, before the despair faced by the whole class, they finally chose to protect themselves. This is human nature, and every soul is selfish. Falsely united and made poor judgments.

And that kind of false unity finally sent them to the judgment seat of fate ahead of schedule.

Under the call of Alsace's loyal bodyguard Marveen and his soldiers, the veterans who had fought with the king walked from various parts of the city to the noble council hall, and the neighbors who were summoned by the veterans Following them, from a high altitude, the mighty team is like sea water under a raging tide, flowing from every direction to the center of the city, and finally converging there.

The people in the feudal era may be ignorant, but in their shallow knowledge, they can also distinguish between good and evil. Although they may not have really met King Arthas Menethil, they are more familiar with those The aristocrats who manage them, as well as the ruthless tax collectors and thugs under those aristocrats, these high-ranking lords can only bring them endless oppression.

They don't care about the lives of the people at all, whether they live with dignity, and whether they can have enough food.

Maybe a few conscientious nobles will try to make the people's lives better, but unfortunately, in this class, most nobles don't care about these. The decent life they live is based on the people's continuous effort. On the basis of, unfortunately, this class has sucked...

It's hopeless.

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

If it's useful for them to gather together, even if it's just to deflate those arrogant nobles, it's right to watch a monkey show.

Inspired by this mentality, more and more people put down the work at hand and joined the ever-larger queue. Under the leadership and command of the royal knights, these mighty waves of civilians finally gathered in the In front of the aristocratic council hall, the square was tightly blocked. The scene was very similar to the emperor's coronation ceremony being held in Baita City Port at this time.

This incident broke out too quickly, so quickly that most of the nobles were unable to react. Obviously, Alsace learned a lot from his brother, Varian Wrynn's method of purging the nobles. It also recognizes the power of people coming together.

And those noble private soldiers who came from everywhere to try to save their masters were torn off from their tall horses by the gathered civilians under the instigation and leadership of the royal spies hidden in the crowd, and were beaten with fists. The beatings, the rage of the group made these soldiers tremble with fear. They begged for mercy loudly in a panic, but they couldn't escape the final liquidation.

Arthas saw all this, and his heart trembled. He was a true good man in essence, but he also knew that in this war of breaking up between the king and the nobles, blood must be shed...

This is inevitable.

The king was standing at the entrance of the parliament hall. The magnificent gate behind him was torn down by the knights, exposing the noble and mysterious aristocratic parliament hall in front of the people, watching those who were frightened pale and flowered The nobles who turned pale, even trembled, and cried bitterly, seeing the ugly appearance of the nobles who had been torn off their noble disguise, the smart people in the crowd suddenly realized...

Those nobles who claim to be rulers are actually no different from ordinary people like them...

Arthas, holding the holy sword, looked back at the nobles in the council hall, a flash of determination flashed across his handsome face, it was the people behind him, using dark and vicious plots, trying to destroy the glory of the royal family of Menethil. Trampling underfoot, trying to destroy the future of his children, it was these people who had sworn allegiance, with a vicious backstab, severely hurt the king's heart.

No matter how strong Alsace is, he is also a human being, and he also has a heart. The anger of being betrayed and fooled burns in his heart. Finally, driven by the will to protect his son, the flame breaks through the shackles of reason, allowing the desperate king Can only fight to the death.

The determination in Alsace's eyes completely frightened the nobles. They screamed and begged for mercy, and tore up the Regent Act that had just been signed in front of Alsace. Some noble ladies even fell to their knees , screaming, crying and begging the king to spare them.

But... it didn't work.

It doesn't make sense anymore.

At this point, the relationship between Alsace and these nobles is already a life-and-death situation. It is stupid kindness not to allow the king to bestow mercy. Alsace believes that as long as he chooses to forgive them, then he and his Son, I probably won't survive tonight...

Citizens of Lordaeron!

Alsace kicked away the lady who was holding his leg. He stepped forward and took a step. He watched the crowds in the square. Under the reverberation of the power of the holy light in his body, Alsace's voice sounded like Like a muffled thunder, it reverberated in the square, clearly reaching the ears of everyone present.

The deep and serious voice of the king made most people shut their mouths. They looked at the young king who was shrouded in holy light, the king holding the pale holy sword. They looked at Alsace like a king. The soldiers are waiting for Alsace's final order.

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

Alsace raised his hand and pointed to the council hall behind which all exits were blocked. He shouted in a distressed voice:

Just now, the nobles of this country united and they deposed me! They claimed that I was no longer the ruler of Lordaeron because I was unwilling to compromise with them! My people, you know they want What do you want me to do?

Arthas' voice grew louder, like a real roar.

They want me to sign a decree to separate the Kingdom of Lordaeron from the Arathor Empire, let us betray Emperor Lothar who gave everything for us and sacrificed himself, and let everyone on this land become real cowards! Just because They fear the reckoning of their wicked lives by the coming Emperor Varian Wrynn!

They want me to be their puppet, a shield against the emperor's will, and you! My people, once Lordaeron really breaks away from the empire, the worst war will inevitably come, and the Legion of the Stormwind Kingdom will enter us King, and you, your children, your loved ones, will be the victims of a war that should never have happened!

But the nobles who did all this, they hide behind and send you to hell 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 treasure bestowed by the Holy Light! I am willing to do everything to protect him! But do you know? I My people, as a king, I can't protect my son...

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

Just now! Our nobles signed the decree, they abdicated me, and put my poor son who is not yet 2 years old on the throne, people! Do 2-year-old children know how to govern the kingdom? These bastards! They are trying to use my son as a puppet they can manipulate, they want to use my son to achieve their goal of starting a war! My people, if you were me, what would you do?

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

This cruel truth surprised all the people. In their hearts, the king is the supreme ruler who can do whatever he wants. The kings and princes of the world are all used as pawns by these daring nobles. How bold and blasphemous it is!

Hearing what the king said, a small businessman who was carrying his child to see the fun couldn't help hugging his son tightly. He couldn't imagine what would happen if such a thing happened to him and his son. This kind of despair, but maybe it is the empathy of the same father, maybe it is the inner resonance of the same man, the businessman has an impulse in his heart, he hugs his child, raises his arms, exhausts his best strength, The highest voice cried out:

Alsace! For your children! Beat them!

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

Hit them!

Hit them!

The fists raised by the people and the simple words they shouted made Alsace, who had just been betrayed, feel real trust at this moment. Step back, exposing the terrified nobles to the angry populace.

My position does not allow me to do so, my people.

There was a touch of emotion in Alsace's voice. He stretched out his hand and said loudly:

But if you are willing to help me out...then they...the nobles...

It's yours!

The king's voice fell, and the royal spies hidden in the crowd rushed into the parliament hall at once. This action was like a spark, which instantly ignited the square. Amid the exclamation of the nobles, the raging crowd roared towards Marvin, who had been prepared for a long time, led the knights on horseback, rushed into it from both sides of the square, and separated the people behind who didn't know what happened.

Alsace is not a butcher, he uses the power of the people, but he does not want the people to hurt innocent people in the chaos.

There were only a few hundred people who were put into the council hall. They would represent the king and beat up those unknown nobles. Their blood would stain the hall of noble power red today, but this is what Alsace wanted!

Under the guard 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 loudly, and announced that Lordaeron would continue to stay in the empire, and the war would not happen, and a A bright future will soon come. With the help of those veterans who still have reason and the priests who came to help, the restless crowd was slowly separated, and a riot disappeared invisible.

The king waved to the people for the last time. Amid the victorious cheers of the people, he turned and walked into the room on the roof, where the bigwigs of the noble council were sitting on the sofa, everyone was shivering.

boom

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

Are you afraid of me now, bastards!

Sign it!

Otherwise I'll throw you down, to my people!