Escaping the apocalypse is never a simple matter, and the people who struggle in the shadow of fear are like panicked drowning people, who float in the icy water, waving their arms and trying to grasp all the straws that represent hope, but the cold death hides underwater, turns into aquatic weeds and wraps around their legs, and finally in the exhaustion of the body and the endless fear of the mind, a fresh life is gone.

Panicked drowning people are dangerous, they are even more dangerous than the cold water and underwater aquatic plants, they will try to grasp everything around them in the panic brought about by death, and even drag those who want to help them into a desperate situation, this kind of revenge may not be their intention, but when people are defeated by the fear that escapes from their hearts, no matter how cruel, no matter how ruthless, no matter how crazy things they do, they do it.

So reason, this is a wall, a wall separating normal thinking from madness, and once it is broken, bad things, ugly things, dark things, despair, cold things will come one after another through the hands of madmen.

Just like the nobles of Lordaeron today, the shadow of death brought by the Blood King Varian has turned them into a group of fearful cowards, who try to save themselves in despair, but choose the wrong way, and completely force the only person in the land who can help them, the monarch to whom they should be allegiated, to their opposite.

As mentioned before, in order to break the deadlock, sacrifices must be made, and the nobles finally chose to sacrifice Arthas and his children in exchange for the last breath of survival, even if some people of insight refused to do this madness, but under the general trend, most of the nobles voted silently on behalf of evil.

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

They were first nobles, and then the royal party.

Under the pressure of life and death, before the despair faced by the whole class, they finally chose to preserve themselves, it is human nature, every soul is selfish, however, at the wrong time, in the wrong place, the nobles were united in the wrong way, and made the wrong judgment.

And that false unity finally sent them to the judgment seat of fate in advance.

Summoned by the loyal captain of the Alsace guard, Marvion, and his soldiers, the veterans who had fought with the king marched from all parts of the city to the noble council chambers, followed by the neighbors who had been called by the veterans, and from above, the mighty procession was like the sea under the raging tide, flowing from every direction to the center of the city, and finally converging there.

The people of the feudal era may have been ignorant, but in their short-sightedness, they were able to distinguish between good and evil, even though they may not have really met King Alsace. Minethir, but they were more familiar with the nobles who ran them, and with the ruthless tax collectors and thugs of the nobles, who brought them nothing but endless oppression.

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

Maybe a few conscientious nobles will try to make the people live better, but unfortunately, in this class, most of the nobles do not care about this, and they live a decent life based on the people's constant hollowing out, and it is a pity that this class is rotten...

It's hopeless.

The people don't know if the king is good or bad, but now the king wants to teach the arrogant noble lords, the king needs their help, and someone has already taken the lead, so ... Why not?

If they gather together to be useful, even if it is just to make the arrogant nobles deflated, it will be like watching a monkey show.

Encouraged by this mentality, more and more people put down their work and joined the growing queue, and under the leadership and command of the royal knights, these mighty waves of commoners finally converged in front of the noble council chamber, blocking the square tightly, and the scene was very similar to the coronation ceremony of the emperor being held at the port of Baita City at this time.

The incident erupted so quickly that most of the nobles failed to react, and it was clear that Arthas had learned from his brother, Varian. He learned a lot from the methods used by Urion to purge the aristocracy, and he also recognized the power of the people coming together.

The noble private soldiers, who had come from all over to try to save their masters, were instigated and led by the royal agents hidden in the crowd, and were torn off their tall horses and beaten with their fists by the gathered commoners, and the fury of the crowd made the soldiers tremble with fear, and they begged for mercy in panic, but could not escape the final reckoning.

Alsace saw all this, his heart trembled, he was a true good man at heart, but he also knew that blood had to be shed in this war between the king and the nobles...

It's inevitable.

The king stood at the door of the council hall, the magnificent gate behind him was brutally torn down by the knights, exposing the noble and mysterious noble council chamber to the people, looking at the nobles who were frightened to the point of paleness, their faces were pale, and even trembling, and crying loudly, looking at the ugliness of the superior people who had been torn off their noble disguises, and the wise people in the crowd suddenly realized...

Those aristocrats who claim to be rulers are actually no different from ordinary people...

Arthas, armed with the holy sword, glanced back at the nobles in the council chamber, and a hint of determination flashed on his handsome face, it was these people behind him, with dark and vicious plots, trying to trample the glory of the royal family of Minethil under their feet, trying to ruin the future of his children, it was these people who had sworn allegiance, and with a vicious backstab, they broke the king's heart.

No matter how strong Arthas is, he is also a human being, he also has a heart, the anger of betrayal and fooling burns in his heart, and finally under the impetus of the will to protect his son, the flame breaks through the shackles of reason, so that the desperate king can only fight to the death.

The determination in Arthas's eyes completely frightened the nobles, and they screamed and begged for mercy, tearing apart the "Regency Bill" that had just been signed in front of Arthas, and some noblewomen even fell to their knees, screaming, crying and begging the king to spare them.

But... It's useless.

It doesn't make sense anymore.

At this point, Arthas and these nobles are already in a life-and-death situation, and it is foolish mercy not to allow the king to bestow mercy, and Arthas believes that as long as he chooses to forgive them, then he and his son will probably not survive even tonight...

"Citizens of Lordaeron!"

Arthas kicked away the noble lady who was holding his leg at his feet, he stepped forward, he looked at the crowd of people in the square, under the reverberation of the power of the holy light in his body, Arthas's voice echoed in the square like a muffled thunder, clearly into the ears of everyone present.

The king's low and serious voice also made most of the people shut up, they looked at the young king who was shrouded in holy light, the king with the pale holy sword, they looked at Arthas, like the king's soldiers, waiting for Arthas's final orders.

"I'm Alsace. Minethiel, you've all heard my name! I am your king, but now, not anymore. ”

Arthas raised his hand and pointed to the council chamber behind him, where all exits had been blocked, and he cried out in a mournful voice:

"Just now, the nobles of this country united, and they deposed me! They claim that I am no longer the ruler of Lordaeron because I am not willing to compromise with them! My people, do you know what they want me to do? ”

Arthas's voice grew louder, like a real roar.

"They want me to sign a decree to separate the kingdom of Lordaeron from the Arathor Empire, to make us betray the Lothar Emperor who gave everything to us and sacrificed himself, and to make everyone in this land a real coward! Just because they are afraid of the upcoming Emperor Varian. The reckoning of Wryon on their evil lives! ”

"They want me to be their puppet, to be their shield against the Emperor's will, and you! My people, once Lordaeron is truly out of the Empire, then the worst war will inevitably come, and the legions of the Stormwind Kingdom will enter our king, and you and your children, relatives, will become the victims of this war that should not have happened at all! ”

"But the nobles who did all this, they are hiding behind you and sending you to hell to preserve their position and power!"

"My people, as you know, I also have a son, and like you, I regard my son as the most precious treasure of the Light! I'm willing to do whatever it takes to protect him! But you know what? My people, I, as king, cannot protect my son..."

Arthas's voice was filled with undisguised grief and hatred, and he threw up his hands, like a desperate father, and said to his people:

"Just now! Our nobles signed the decree, they made me abdicate and put my poor son, who was less than 2 years old, on the throne, people! Does a two-year-old know how to govern the Kingdom? These bastards! They are trying to use my son as a puppet at their mercy, and they want to use my son to achieve their goal of starting a war! My people, what would you do if you were me? ”

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

This cruel truth surprised all the people, in their hearts, the king was the supreme ruler who could do whatever he wanted, but at this moment, in the mournful call of Alsace, they found that the king and prince of their own country were all used as pawns by these bold nobles, how bold it was, what a blasphemy!

A small merchant who had been holding his child to see the excitement heard the king's words, he couldn't help but hug the son in his arms, he couldn't imagine what kind of despair it would be if such a thing fell on himself and his son, but maybe it was the empathy of the same father, maybe it was the inner resonance of the same man, the merchant had an impulse in his heart, he held his child, raised his arms, and with all his strength, shouted in the highest voice:

"Arthas! For your children! Beat them up! ”

This apt response ignited the last shred of reason in the hearts of the people almost instantly, and countless pairs of arms were raised at this moment, and the people shouted:

"Beat them up!"

"Beat them up!"

The raised fists of the people, the simple words they shouted, made Arthas, who had just been betrayed, feel real trust at this moment, he choked up slightly, he let go of his body, and behind him, the knights also slowly retreated, exposing the panicked nobles to the angry people.

"My identity doesn't allow me to do that, my people."

With a hint of emotion in Arthas's voice, he stretched out his hand and said in a loud voice:

"But if you're willing to help me breathe... So they... These nobles..."

"It's yours!"

The king's words fell, and the royal agents hidden in the crowd rushed into the council hall first, this action was like a spark, instantly ignited the square, in the exclamation of the nobles, the surging crowd roared forward, and Marvien, who had been prepared, led the knights on horseback, rushed into it from both sides of the square, separating the people who did not know what was happening in the rear.

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

The people who were put into the council chamber were only a few hundred, and they would beat the unknown nobles on behalf of the king, and the blood would stain the hall of aristocratic power red today, but this is what Arthas wanted!

Escorted by the knights, the king entered the rooftop next to the council chamber, where he waved to the people, thanked them loudly for their support, and announced that Lordaeron would remain in the empire, that there would be no war, and that a better future would soon come, and that with the help of the sane veterans and the priests who had come to help, the restless crowd was slowly parted, and a riot was extinguished.

The king waved to the people one last time, and to the cheers of their triumph, he turned and walked into the room on the rooftop, where the magnates of the noble council were sitting on the sofas, everyone shivering.

"Bang"

Something was thrown in front of the great nobles who had lost their souls, it was a scroll, and a pen, and Arthas looked at them indifferently, and the king said in a calm voice:

"Are you afraid of me now? Bastards! ”

"Sign it!"

"Otherwise I will throw you down to my people!"