From Varian. Since the day when Urian reformed the Kingdom of Stormwind and slaughtered many of the nobles of the Kingdom of Stormwind, the Kingdom of Lordaeron and King Arthas have been in trouble with the nobility.

Geographically speaking, the Kingdom of Lordaeron and the Kingdom of Stormwind were in a state of neighboring countries after migrating to Kalimdor, so whatever happened to the Kingdom of Stormwind, whether it was good or bad, would directly affect the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

From a political point of view, after the fall of the Storm Kingdom under the attack of the Dark Blade, the nobles in the country took the people to take refuge in the northern frontier, and at that time, the nobles of the two countries began to contact frequently, entangled each other's networks and power networks, so after the "Blood King" incident, the impact on the noble circle of Lordaeron was much more profound than that of the nobles of other kingdoms.

The fear that burst out from the deepest part of their hearts, the threat of the extinction of their bodies, the terrifying future of the extinction of their inheritance and bloodline, were like whips, slamming into the hearts of the nobles of Lordaeron, making them suspicious and frightened, crazy and stubborn, as if the end was coming.

Their civilians smeared Varian and anything that had anything to do with him, they regarded Varian and his reforms as a beast, and even for a while, the slightest rumor of industrial civilization in Lordaeron would arouse the hostility of these nobles, and Arthas was ready to build several factories in Lordaeron, which was also forcibly stopped by the Council of Nobles.

That kind of sick fear is like a plague, spreading throughout the country, and there are several major events in the middle, causing Alsace to have no energy and time to deal with the gradual disease within the country, and the kingdom of Lordaeron, how to say, is probably because the plague of the dead was the latest to spread to this country, and its location in the north determines that it has always been the rear of the front-line war, so compared to other countries, the aristocratic forces that have been ruthlessly cut off by the undead, The power of the old nobles in the kingdom of Lordaeron is quite large.

To put it mildly, a large part of the state power of the kingdom of Lordaeron is not in the hands of the king, and if in other countries, the nobles who claim to be the most important part of the country are just boasting, then in Lordaeron, this sentence is the real truth!

For Lordaeron, the power of the aristocracy has penetrated into every corner of the country, if one day, all the nobles disappear collectively, then the country will fall into a state of stagnation and even chaos in an instant, the reason why the nobles are so important is because they control almost 7% of the country's material output, maintaining the entire country's commercial system and commodity circulation.

They are the masterminds behind the control of the country, and in such a system, if the king wants to compete with the nobles, he can only rely on the means of playing with power, provoking the nobles to be hostile to each other, and he himself becomes the referee to maintain the balance of the scales, which is also the means of King Terenus back then, the old man is a real master of power, under his control, the nobles of the whole country are on the same page as him.

But Arthas does not have this ability, fortunately, the Paladin King has been firmly holding military power since he migrated to Kalimdor, and there are several legions in the country that are directly subordinate to the king, so the nobles do not dare to force Arthas too much, and for Arthas, for a period of time, the most pressure he felt was that the nobles suddenly united because of something and confronted the king, in a system like Lordaeron, once that situation happened, for the king, It's a real nightmare.

And now, that nightmare has come true... It was right in front of Artace.

Varian, a rebel who hated the aristocracy and hated him. Wryon is about to become the Emperor, and once he sits on that throne, once he has the name to exercise the power of the Emperor, then even if the nobles of Lordaeron are in a group, there will be no good fruit to eat, and their future, even like those of the same kind in Stormwind, will be completely wiped out overnight under the sudden attack.

The emergence of this future made the nobles of Lordaeron completely tear off the last pretense of warmth, and they began to become aggressive, they forced Arthas in various ways, asking Arthas to compete for the throne of emperor, and after being explicitly refused, these crazy nobles demanded that Arthas declare Lordaeron withdraw from the alliance of the Holy Alathor Empire and become an independent state.

This is clearly a request that Alsace could not possibly agree to.

Once he can't resist the pressure and really gives this order, not to mention that the people will be disgusted with the Minethil royal family, even he himself doesn't know how to face his sincere faith.

He is a follower of the Light, and the Light Faith is the state religion of the Holy Alaso Empire.

What's more, Arthas knew more than the nobles, he knew that if he announced Lordaeron's secession from the Arathor Empire on the first day, then he wouldn't wait for the dawn of the next day, and his country would be completely wiped out overnight by the Grim Blade Undead who rushed out of the sea...

Tyrion. Dawnblade, that is not a ruler who will listen to his explanations and understand his troubles.

But the problem is that he can't tell the truth to the nobles... Those brainless guys won't believe it either.

This is a dead end, it is impossible to survive all these difficult years, sacrifices must be made to get through this difficult time, this is the consensus of everyone, and now, in front of the nobles and the king, the most important question is...

Who should be sacrificed?

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"Bang, bang"

The sound of a knock at the door woke Arthas, who was contemplative, and the Paladin King of Lordaeron raised his head, and he said with some weariness:

"Come in."

The King's loyal chief of guard, Pharik, had brought his Majesty a lunch for the day, which was very hearty and befitting of the treatment of a king, but it did not make Artsace feel any better, for he was in trouble.

Really big trouble.

Recently, there has been a rumor that the noble council of the dogs jumping over the wall has been unable to force the stubborn Alsace to sign the decree of King Yu, who has withdrawn from the imperial alliance, and this group of bastards has hit the idea of Arthas and Gianna's son who is not yet 2 years old, and they plan to use Lordaeron's inheritance law to force Arthas to abdicate and pass the throne to his son, and then use the means of "noble regent" to achieve their own goals.

But this was a small rumor after all, and no one knew whether it was true or not, so even if Queen Gianna was very angry, she and Arthas could not confront the cunning nobles for this unwarranted reason.

But Arthas had always been a little worried, he knew that people could abandon all boundaries in despair in order to beg, and according to Lordaeron's inheritance law, it was not impossible for the nobles to behave... The premise is that they unanimously decided that the young Alsace was no longer able to assume the obligations of the king.

And that means that the nobles and Alsace and the royal nobles who support Alsace are completely torn apart.

"What's wrong? Farek, your face looks a little bad. ”

Arthas, who was eating his lunch as if chewing wax, looked up and saw the pale face of his chief guard, and he asked, and Pharik, the loyal knight who had been the prince's guard since childhood, clenched his fists at this moment, and he did not know whether he should tell his majesty the bad news.

But under Alsace's eyes, Farrick finally had to confess.

"Your Majesty, there's bad news, the guards that Mavien has planted in the noble council chamber have just come back desperately to report... The Council of Nobles has reached a final verdict, and they have discovered that you and Queen Gianna have gone on their honeymoon to the Confederacy, claiming that you and the Queen may have betrayed our country. ”

"Bang"

Arthas's fist slammed down on the table, and the nobles were all crazy? How could they accuse a king of betraying his country?

The Paladin King looked up, and he looked at Faric:

"Earl Howth, Lord Miles, and Earl Grove won't allow such a nonsensical verdict to pass, why didn't they stop it? Were they also coerced? ”

The people Alsace spoke of were all members of the royal party on his side, and they were all nobles with real power in the country, and in the face of the king's inquiry, Farrick's face was even more painful, and he whispered:

"No, Your Majesty, they are there, all the people of the royal party are there, they did not support, but they did not oppose either, they abstained, Your Majesty, they are afraid of the future of His Majesty Varian becoming Emperor, therefore, they have given up on you."

"Smack"

Arthas seemed to have been hit in the abdomen by a heavy punch at this time, his expression became dull, the wine glass in his hand smashed to the ground, smashed and shattered, woke up the little prince who was napping in the cradle of the room, and the cry of the child called Arthas back from his stupor, he looked at Faric, the blue eyes under the long golden hair shone with anger, he suppressed his anger, he asked:

"If there's any bad news, let's talk about it together."

"The nobles will ask you to abdicate tomorrow..."

Farrick glanced at the troubled little prince, and he hurried over and took the little prince in his arms, and the loyal captain of the guard looked at the little prince's face that resembled that of Arthas, and said:

"They are discussing the possibility of putting the little prince on the throne as quickly as possible, Your Majesty... They want to destroy the reputation of you and the little prince, and they want to destroy the honor of the entire Minethil family, so that they can avoid that terrible end..."

"He, they, dare!"

Hearing that the conspiracy had spread to his son, the anger in Arthas's heart could no longer be endured, and he stood up, grabbed his sword, and said word by word:

"Farek! Take my loyal knights to protect my son, and then come to Marvien, and I want him to do something for me..."

"Now, I'm going to find those old immortals... Have a good chat! ”

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Arthas galloped on his horse, and he had to settle the matter before Gianna returned from Kurtilas.

Once Gianna knows that a group of old ghosts are planning to use her son to carry out a plot, then she will definitely take Ebony Cold and kill the entire nobles of Lordaeron in one night, never doubting a mother's determination to protect her children, especially if that mother has the strength to shoot down a starship with her bare hands.

To be honest, that's what Arthas wanted to do, he had never had such a moment of disgust with a group of people as he did now, as a follower of the Light, he had been forgiven and forgiven by the Church since he was a child, but now, he didn't want to forgive that group of people!

But reason is still in Arthas's mind, he can't just kill everyone so casually, not only because it doesn't conform to the king's code of conduct, but also because, once all the nobles are dead, the order of the entire kingdom of Lordaeron will be over, and his country will be completely finished, even if Varian wants to lend a hand to help, under that unprecedented chaos, no one can save Lordaeron except for military intervention.

And if military intervention does occur, it will mean that more people will die in vain.

It was a disaster that shouldn't have happened.

At noon, His Majesty rode his horses and galloped, and this sight also attracted many civilians in the streets, and some of the brave greeted Arthas, while the King waved his hand and shouted to them:

"Citizens of Lordaeron, I am Alsace. Minechil, I am your king... Now, I need your help! To do something I should have decided to do a long time ago, but have been putting off until now..."

"Would you like to come with me?"

At Arthas's call, some enthusiastic young men followed the king towards the noble council chambers of Lordaeron, while throughout the city, the guards loyal to the king, under the command of Marvion, went to the neighborhoods to mobilize the veterans and the commoners who were willing to help the king.

A turbulent undercurrent has been tumbling within the confines of Lordaeron City.

"Bang"

With a loud bang, the closed door of the noble council chamber was kicked open, and Arthas, armed with a complete holy sword, appeared in front of the nobles who were holding a meeting with the neck of a stunned guard.

Arthas stood there in the midday sun, letting the sun spread over his body, while behind him, the commoners followed their king, knocking the guards who tried to stop them to the ground.

Truth be told, no one dared to stop them... Who would dare to stop the king in this land that belonged to the king?

And seeing Arthas appear, in the council chamber, some timid nobles stood up and ran away, and any nobleman with brains knew that what they were plotting was revealed!

And the judgment that belongs to them is coming...

"Distinguished gentlemen and ladies."

Arthas tossed aside the unconscious guards in his hands, and with his holy sword in his hands, he stood in the doorway, looking at the overcrowded council chamber in front of him, where almost all the high-ranking nobles in the entire city of Lordaeron were located.

He took a deep breath and said:

"I've heard about the intrigues you guys are discussing in the dark... I'm disappointed, but I'm also glad that I finally discovered a truth that I had overlooked before the fire of conspiracy reached my son..."

"This system, this framework, everything I swore to protect, the class I was born into, all this, it binds me! instead of protecting me..."

"You don't want me to be king, because I can't be a rubber stamp controlled by you, and I can't sign my name under your disgusting thoughts!"

"Bang"

The holy sword in Arthas's hand slammed into the ground, and his voice grew louder and louder in the midst of the splash of bricks:

"And what I've experienced in the past, what I've seen, what I've learned, they all tell me that the creator of Azeroth never created man above men, nor did he create man under men, and that the existence of nobility has become a cancer of this civilization... You fear Varian because he will destroy all your privileges, all your glory, all that disgusting... Now, I'm going to tell you! ”

Arthas lifted the sword in his hand, and his tone became eerie at this moment:

"If I can't protect my son, if I can't keep my faith, if I can't bring a better future and hope to my people, then this king is not right!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, I, Arthas. Today, I hereby declare that I am no longer king, Minethiel! ”

"You don't need to be afraid of Varian anymore, you don't need to be afraid of my brother anymore."

"You..."

"Start scaring me about me!"