Varian. Wryon sat in his chair.

He allowed himself to stay here alone, outside the dormitory, the whole palace seemed to be boiling, whether it was the officials walking in the palace, Prime Minister Eberlock, or the servants in the palace, and those guards, everyone looked at it with joy, as if the dawn of the day had brought a real gift to the world.

Today is a big day.

Today, the king of the kingdom of Stormwind, Varian. Ureon, who will receive Pope Alonsos in the port of White Tower. With the coronation of Fao, he will become the Emperor of the Holy Arathor Empire, just like his legendary adoptive father Lothar, the noblest man in the entire Empire.

But Varian was not happy.

The Pope released the news a month before today after the demonic invasion, and as time went on, the news that caused an uproar spread throughout the empire and the whole world, and everyone was talking about it, some were looking forward to the emperor's coronation, many others were hesitant, and some were crazy to slander Varian as an unqualified tyrant.

It's a real big discussion, and everybody is talking about it, but Varian doesn't care what other people think.

He was more concerned about what kind of impact he would have on the entire empire if he took this step, and although he had made up his mind, even a legendary warrior like him would still feel nervous and even hesitate when this day really came.

In the northern part of the Stormwind Kingdom, in those countries where his hostility has formed an alliance to snipe at Varian at all costs, and that is only a façade, after speaking with Pope Fao, Varian is deeply aware that during the years of the migration of the Human Empire to Kalimdor, his adoptive father Lothar's expectations for the Empire have not been truly realized.

The Empire is indeed trying to catch up with the Federation on the other side of the sea, like a stubborn old man who is unwilling to admit defeat, but his hands and feet do not obey the call, and he is seriously ill, tinkering, and local treatment is useless, for the Empire, what it needs is a raging fire to completely burn this rotten body, and then reshape its destiny in the ashes.

Varian's reform in the Stormwind Kingdom was not 100% successful, in the process of advancing the industrial system, Varian also learned a lot of lessons, many things, not as simple as words, a Stormwind Kingdom's reform is very difficult, so what about the human empire that is 4 times larger than the Stormwind Kingdom? Does he really have the ability to save these nearly 10 million people from dire straits?

Is he really the destined emperor of the empire?

Most importantly, for the sake of the throne of this emperor, does he really have to face each other with his former comrades-in-arms and brothers? Arthas, Liam, Garin, Drake, in their youth, they took over the crumbling kingdom from their fathers, they held up a new era, and now, the craziest and most terrifying ** in the torrent of this new era is coming...

Who will be the winner?

Will the emperor's throne be stained with blood because of this?

Varian doesn't know... He was even a little afraid of the answer.

"Everyone is waiting for the king to appear! Varian. ”

Queen Valera pushed open the door, she was no longer dressed like a master assassin, but like a real noble queen, her dress was decorated with delicate lace, and the expensive gems made Valeera look unusually beautiful, and the queen who pushed the door opened the door saw Varian on the throne at a glance, and she saw the changing expression on her husband's face, which made her a little worried.

The queen lifted the hem of her skirt and walked briskly to Varian, and she took the king by the arm, and asked softly:

"What's wrong? Varian, are you not feeling well? ”

"No, there isn't."

Varian, dressed in a golden robe embellished with the insignia of a lion and an eagle, took a deep breath, reached out and stroked the back of his wife's hand, and said:

"I'm just thinking about something..."

Varian looked up, and he saw the little prince Anduin standing in the doorway, slightly embarrassed.

Although Anduin didn't hate Valera, he wanted the prince, who had grown up, to call a elf who looked about his size his mother, and watch his father and stepmother talk intimately here, which made the prince a little uncomfortable, and he was hesitating whether to quit or not, when he saw his father and waved at him.

"Anduin, come here, my son."

The little prince breathed a sigh of relief, he stepped forward, and Varian also stood up, and in the sunlight shining into the room outside the window, he stretched out his hand and put it on his son's shoulder, he looked at his son with pride in his eyes, and beside them, Queen Valeera took out the Philosopher's Stone, looking for the best angle, to record the scene of the father-son conversation in its entirety.

Yes, this is a little hobby of Her Majesty the Queen, and it may also be one of her occupational diseases.

"You've grown up, Anduin."

Varian looked at his son, who was already not much taller than himself, and said with pride:

"I've heard all the things you've done, and you've made me proud, and my faith, or your mind, and your will, far beyond what I did when I was in your grade... You are destined to be a great person, and the luckiest thing for me is that I was able to see that happen with my own eyes. ”

"But my son, if, one day, you find out that your father, that is, me, is not as open and righteous as you think, I hope you will not be disappointed, although I will also be a little disappointed in myself."

"Father!"

Anduin sensed something inappropriate in Varian's words, but Varian shook his head to stop Anduin's inquiry, he turned around and looked out the window at the warm sunlight, the soon-to-be human emperor, and said with some gloom:

"I also play some conspiracies, I also do things that people think are wrong, although I will convince myself that it is for the interests of the majority, the needs of the majority, that it is always more important than the insistence of the few, but in the middle of the night, I can't avoid those, it is the decisions I make, there will always be innocent people who die because of my decisions, and it makes me feel a little lost."

"But I'll still do it, my son."

Varian looked back at his son and said:

"When you become a leader, right and wrong, good and evil, light and darkness, these cannot be the basis for your decision, you have to let go of your persistence and turn to serve the people behind you, you give up your bottom line, in order to let more people get more dignity, in order to make our country better, even if your hands are stained with blood..."

"Father..."

Anduin shrugged his shoulders, he probably guessed the things that his father could not talk about, and the little prince stepped forward, and he patted Varian on the arm like an adult, and said sincerely:

"You underestimate your son, don't forget, I grew up with Tyrion, I've seen more conspiracies than you've ever heard, my old father, maybe I understand what you want to say to me today better than you do... Listen to me, Dad, don't worry about these things, and don't be afraid that I despise you for this, I won't do that, you will always be the best dad in the world! ”

Anduin said to Varian:

"And you know what? The way you spoke just now really resembles Tyrion... For a while, I could always see Tyrion standing alone on the edge of the platform in the Dark Temple, and beyond the platform was 10,000 meters in the air, and he would persuade himself that everything that Darkblade did was righteous, and you see, Dad, even Tyrion would have the same troubles as you. ”

But he, like you, will not stop doing the right thing because of these troubles! He always told me that the world does not need bombastic leaders, it really needs people with clear minds, people who are willing to make sacrifices, for what is right and what is wrong... Dad, you and he are the people I respect the most, and you have taught me a lot. ”

"Cheer up! Today is your big day! ”

Anduin tilted his head and smiled at his father:

"And no matter what happens to you, I'm going to stand with you... Our father and son join hands, and there is no difficulty in this world! Come on, Your Majesty the Emperor! ”

Anduin's support made Varian's nose sour, but the next moment, His Majesty the King straightened his face and said to his son:

"Is that what you say to your old father? That's what Tyrion taught you? You stinky boy who is not big or small! ”

The little prince shrugged his shoulders and lowered his arms, wanting to take a step back, but Varian opened his hand and held Anduin in his arms, he patted his son on the back, and he whispered:

"Thank you, son!"

Anduin buried his head in his father's shoulder, and he replied softly:

"No, thank you, Dad, for being my hero..."

After a moment, father and son looked at each other and smiled, and Varian turned his head and said to his current wife:

"Let's go, Valeera, my queen, it's time for us to go."

And Valeera... Still standing aside, like a young girl in spring, she kept wiping her tears with her handkerchief, and she said in a mournful voice:

"I may be crazy, but what you're saying is so sensational... I have the best husband and son in the world, and I am so blessed thanks to the Light. ”

"Oh, wait, Varian, my makeup is crying, call Onexia in, I need her help touching up."

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And just as King Varian, his queen and his son were in the square in front of the Winter Palace to receive the cheers and blessings of the people, preparing to go to the White Tower City Harbor to participate in the coronation ceremony through the portal maintained by the ** master Ronin and the Grand Karcist Kel'thugad, in the White Tower City Port, the city was also like a freshly baked coin, wiped clean by the believers of the Holy Light Church and the workers of the city.

There are full-time guards in every alley and every street, these are the triathers of the Holy Light Church, they want to maintain the safety of today's ceremony, today, it is conservatively estimated that at least 1 million civilians have poured into the city to watch this coronation, and spellcasters from various forces will broadcast the ceremony to the cities of the whole world synchronously, that is, even the slightest mistake today will make the human empire lose face.

Therefore, under the coordination of the archbishops, the loyal paladins from various kingdoms were mobilized to the port of Baita City to be responsible for the maintenance of law and order, because of the obstruction of the domestic nobles, His Majesty Alsace, who could not come to the port of Baita City, even sent his own personal guards to come here, which fully demonstrated the attitude of the Paladin King.

Obviously, the nobles of Lordaeron guessed correctly, Arthas had no objection to Varian's becoming emperor at all, and it was a shame that their king surrendered to his opponent first while the nobles of Lordaeron were still resisting!

It is said that at the same time as the coronation was about to begin, the Council of Lordaeron nobles had officially begun the agenda of impeaching the King of Alsace, and it was clear that they were also enraged by Alsace's actions.

And in the outer city of this city, in an inconspicuous tavern, a bunch of nobles are gathering here, led by a member of the Great Noble Alliance, the former lord of the Stormwind Kingdom, Tony. Romano, they sat in the tavern, looking at the magical projection in front of them, these nobles were real diehards, and under the coordination and leadership of the Barov family, they were completely prepared to disrupt this ceremony.

And this is only the beginning of the nobles' counterattack, as long as the coronation ceremony is destroyed, then in the other kingdoms, the nobles lurking there will act together to completely disrupt the current situation, and let Varian and his Stormwind kingdom fall into the hell of war!

"I've got someone!"

Lord Tony to Verton sitting in the tavern. Barov, the eldest son of the Barov family, said:

"It's all killers from the South China Sea! After spending a lot of money, they have toxins from cultists in their hands, as long as they get a trace of it, they will see blood and seal their throats, and they can even destroy their souls! As long as Varian dares to come to this city, he will die! He will never want to step on us on the throne of the Emperor! ”

"Yes, Lord Wilton, our men have also entered the city disguised as civilians."

Another nobleman gritted his teeth and said:

"They have explosives and can blow up half of the city!"

"Following your suggestion, we also rented a goblin airship, which crashed directly into the square when the time came, what a coronation ceremony for TM! To hell with it! ”

The nobles said everything I said, and I said it with great enthusiasm, as if Varian was already a dead man, and Wildon. Barov sat at the front of the nobles, he took out his pocket watch, looked at the time, and after a few seconds, Wilton suddenly stood up, he took his glass, and said to the nobles in front of him with a smile on his face:

"The Barov family wishes this operation all the best! But for now, I have one last thing to announce! ”

As he spoke, Wilton took two steps back slightly, raised the wine glass in his hand towards the nobleman, the smile on his face was still gentle and kind, and after the nobles had quieted down, he said aloud:

"Guys, I like your plans, they're crazy, they're great, but I'm not interested in them at all, and I'm going to attend His Majesty's coronation ceremony, and I don't have much time left for you who are doomed, so..."

"I'm sorry, folks, I've had a great time with you, and I've loved your gifts, but..."

"Have a nice trip!"