No matter which world, which civilization of the feudal era, in the alternation of the throne, there is always a bloody embellishment, after all, this is the top of secular power, that crown represents, is definitely not only a glory to be called a king, it is also the most vivid embodiment of power or class in people's hearts.

The king is like a physical symbol of politics and system, order and civilization, and above the king, there is the emperor who seems to be even more supreme, of course, in the human civilization of Azeroth, only the powerful who truly unify the human kingdoms are qualified to be called emperors.

Varian. Urion was the first emperor in human history to be crowned by the Pope before the unification of the human kingdoms. A kind of anticipation from Fao that at the end of his life, he will give Varian his last gift.

It was a noble name, so that Varian and the reformed Stormwind Kingdom would have enough reason to break free from the shackles of the present and become the true forerunner of the Empire, and the light of hope for the future of the Empire's civilization.

This land, and all the people of insight in this civilization, have seen the only way for the empire to break out of the cocoon and be reborn, but those in power are dazzled by the power in their hands, they are not willing to give up so easily, and to forcibly take away what they have from other people, it is very hated, so from the most pessimistic point of view, His Majesty the Pope is about to become Varian. The coronation ceremony carried out by Wryon is likely to lead to civil strife throughout the empire.

But...

How so?

Is there really a reform in this world that can succeed without bloodshed?

No... Political struggles and power struggles are not children's plays, no matter what world they are in, the stories of politicians promoting change in a harmonious manner are only told to children.

This world, all worlds, is a little dirtier than imagined.

But that's what they're really supposed to be.

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"Your plan is great and perfect, but unfortunately I'm not interested in it... Anyway, friends, I wish you all a smooth journey! ”

In the tavern of White Tower City Harbor, Wilton. Barov drank the wine in his hand in front of the rebel nobles gathered here, and the moment his glass slipped down, the glass dotted with colorful murals around this remote tavern shattered, and black shadows broke through the windows, and before the nobles could react, warm blood flowers exploded in the tavern with the faint sound of gunfire and sharp blades.

This attack came so suddenly, so suddenly that most of the nobles didn't react at all, and they were cut to the ground, plus these vampires were vicious, and their unique blood-controlling ability guaranteed that as long as the nobles were injured, they would definitely bleed and die in a short time.

"You've really picked a good place!"

Chris. Barov's younger brother, Alex, who has undergone a blood conversion. Barov, wearing a black stand-up collar trench coat lined with a black and white gentleman's shirt, black gloves on his hands, a dew-soaked red rose in his hand, and a revolver embellished with ivory and pearls in his other hand, as he walked into the tavern, the newborn high-ranking vampire pulled the trigger towards the crowd while talking to his brother without looking.

With the vampire's strong perception of life force, he didn't need to aim at all, and the five bullets that shot out accurately opened the scoop for several nobles hiding under the table.

"We just like this place, remote, declining, unnoticed, like..."

Alex. Barov's dark red eyes blinked, and he whispered to his brother, who was protected by several Blood Guards:

"For those who seek the dead... Grave. ”

Wilton ignored his poetic brother, and the scene of the bloody slaughter in front of him did not make him feel afraid or frightened, as a qualified heir to a large family, he had already seen more bloody scenes, and he only sighed slightly.

"Actually, it is a happy thing for them to die here, at least they died at the end of the era of the nobility as they wished, and they don't need to see with their own eyes that sad future, a future in which all nobility and descent have been completely erased, a new future..."

Chris. Barov straightened his clothes, and he looked at the blood dripping from his shirt with some disgust, and said:

"Oh, that's too bad, I'll have to change my clothes before I go to see Your Majesty, speaking of which, Alex, why are there only people from our family here? Where are the people of the Pirenod family and the Facurrest family? ”

"Oh, Oriden informed us at dawn that they would go to purge the rebels from other cities, and the warriors of House Facurest, went to Stormgard."

Alex placed his beloved side gun on the table, then took out a mirror from his pocket and cleaned up the corners of his eyebrows while admiring his youthful face... That's why Wilton doesn't like his brother very much, Alex. Barov's taste, a little ... Heavy, he not only likes women, but also does not refuse handsome men.

But the brother's answer made Wilton frown, and he asked:

"What about Gilneth? Did the father forget about it, or did he have other plans? ”

"Don't worry about Gilneth, my brother."

Alex smeared his lips with a blood-red lipstick and replied nonchalantly:

"Dabel. The Countess of Montrose is "traveling" in Gilneth, and she and her facets will solve Gilneth's troubles, and besides, there seem to be some "like-minded" friends in that country, who are also brewing some little... Plan. ”

At the end of this tavern massacre, Tony hides in the shadows in the moment when the entire tavern walls, floors, tables and tapestries are stained with pungent crimson blood. Lord Romano quietly approached the two heirs of the Nabarov family, who had been a high-ranking Assassin and whose bones had been hollowed out in the wine, but the basics of the Assassin had not yet been lost.

He had also seen blood and killed people back then, so compared to those nobles who were besieged by vampires and could only wail and wait for death, he still had some power to fight back, and he pulled out two daggers from his waist that pulsed with green light, which were weapons smeared with deadly venom bought from the South China Sea Islands, according to the arms black dealer, this poison was so fierce that even the undead could not stop it!

This naked slaughter and betrayal was like a slap in the face, which made the staunch "anti-Varian" Lord Tony go crazy, especially after hearing what the Barov brothers said, Lord Tony already knew that everything was irreparable, this was a despicable trap, and it was even very likely that the tyrant of Varian set a trap for them.

The thought of Varian sitting on the Emperor's throne mocking them losers burned wildly in Lord Tony's heart, and in that rage, he lost his cool as an Assassin and could no longer bear to see his brother fall in a pool of blood in the brutal slaughter of the vampires.

"Barov, you have betrayed us!"

The dagger-wielding Lord Tony leapt out of the darkness, his sharp blade stabbing straight at the smiling Verton. Barov and Alex. Barov, but at the sight of the mockery in Alex's blood-red eyes, Lord Tony came to his mind.

It is rumored that vampires are extremely adept at concealing assassinations, and these legendary creatures were born in the darkness, which gives them extremely vivid senses, and it is difficult for human assassins to hide themselves from vampires, because no matter how skilled they are, as long as the heart is still beating, they can be perceived by vampires.

In other words, he thought he had escaped the slaughter, and perhaps, it was just that the vampires deliberately ignored him.

And now, he stupidly jumped into this trap.

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

"Bang, bang"

Guarding Wilton. Barov's high-ranking blood guards waved their hands at the same time, and the black-gloved hand turned into a hideous blood claw in the blood surge, slapping the Tony lord's chest left and right, slapping the high-ranking assassin to the ground, he still wanted to struggle, but the next moment he was hit by the vampire who appeared behind him, forcing him to kneel in humiliation in front of the Barov brothers.

Alex. Barov held Tony's dagger in his hand, and the vampire looked at the venom-smeared blade, and under Tony's gaze, the vampire stuck out his bright red tongue and licked the blade, then threw the dagger aside dismissively.

"It's a pity, my Tony, but you may have bought a fake... This thing can't even poison a mouse. ”

Alex picked up his revolver from the table, he walked up to Tony, he looked at the rather handsome lord, he was a little regretful, put the muzzle of the gun against Tony's forehead, and said:

"Tony, you and I had a good time..."

"Don't kill me!"

Under the threat of death, Tony. Lord Romano shouted:

"I can join you! I can be a vampire, spare me! Alex, for the sake of our past..."

"Bang"

A gunshot rang out, and Lord Tony's pleas for mercy came to an abrupt end, and half of his skull flew out, the disgusting liquid splashing on the floor behind him like a distorted abstract painting.

Alex. Barov raised the red rose in his other hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, then threw the bright red rose on the corpse of Lord Tony, and he whispered:

"Not only will His Majesty Varian rule the world under the sun, he is also the guest of honor in the dark world, and he is tired of watching you fight to the death, so..."

"You must die..."

A few minutes later, the Barov brothers, escorted by the family's blood warriors, left the tavern that had been shrouded in death, and behind them was a massacre of blood, which happened during the coronation of the emperor, which was destined not to be known by too many people, just like the nobles who were about to die, and in the records of history, it would only become a footnote that no one paid attention to.

Tony. Romano's corpse lying in a pool of blood, the red roses were also stained with blood, those corpses, those blood, those lost souls, as if telling a slightly sad story...

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

The tide of fate is mighty.

Those who follow me prosper, and those who go against me...

Lose.

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While Lord Tony and his rebels were drowning in blood, the gates of a modest manor house were rudely kicked open in the border town of the Kingdom of Lordaeron.

Among the Blood warriors in black trench coats and wearing the Pirenod family crest, Oriden wore a black cowboy hat. Pirenod walked into the manor, and there were no panicked servants or heavily armed soldiers on the road before him, the owner of the manor seemed to know in advance that they were coming, but they dismissed all the people of the manor, as if they were not resisting at all.

Oriden didn't care about that.

With two things in his hand, the legendary clan walked straight into the manor's house, where three gray-haired old men were drinking in the old-fashioned military-style living room, dotted with swords, swords, and shields, like a gathering of old friends.

They talked to each other and chatted, not caring at all about the vampires who rushed into the room, nor about Oriden standing in front of them, and the legendary vampire was also very patient, and he did not immediately interrupt the conversation of these old soldiers, until after several minutes, the drunken Duke Grayson raised his head, he looked at the red eyes of the vampire, and he scolded like a rude soldier:

"Why don't you do it yet? Didn't you come to get rid of us? Look at the clothes you're wearing, hell, are even vampires such a sissy now? ”

"Hahahaha, well said!"

"Grayson, you're always telling jokes!"

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

They were provoking the vampires so that they could kill them, and apparently the three old men didn't want to live anymore.

"Ahem"

Oriden snorted and told the other vampires to withdraw, and he himself sat down on the floor and joined the old soldiers' drinking party, the legendary vampire placing two things in his hands on the old man's table.

A gun full of bullets.

and three letters of appointment with Varian's personal seal.

"Grayson. Duke Vyshak, Bores. Lord Maggie, and Remington. Earl of Richville. ”

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

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

"If you want to die as a nobleman, then this gun is for you."

"But if you want to dedicate your strength to the new empire as you did to the people who guarded the people in the past, then sign the letter of appointment to the Imperial Council. ”

"Of course, if I were you, I wouldn't hesitate, after all, even a dying life is very precious."

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

"Cut, imitation of the third-rate goods of the Federation."

Then he picked up the letter of appointment again, glanced at it a few times, and scolded viciously:

"Congress? Senate? Bah! Imitate the federal one! Seriously, doesn't Varian have any idea of his own? Who am I serving? For the Empire, or for an imitation of a botched Confederacy? ”

"Bang"

A gold pen encrusted with a gem-encrusted skull was slapped on the table, and the legendary vampire Auriden said impatiently:

"Without further ado, sign! Old men! ”

"I still have more than 30 old men and old ladies to visit! My time is worth it! ”

"We've brought our dresses, we've signed them and we're going to change them, there's a portal waiting for you outside, His Majesty Varian's coronation, he's asking you to attend!"