The city square of Baita City Port, this not magnificent place, has held many important ceremonies, because it is located in front of the Cathedral of Light, and the priests of the cathedral hold large evangelistic activities here every week, so this square can be regarded as a sacred place in the hearts of believers. ◢ With * dream * small ◢ say щЩш.

Today, the square has been rearranged by the priests of the church for the coronation of Emperor Varian Ureon.

Of course, due to the lack of help from nobles who knew ancient etiquette, the arrangement of this coronation ceremony was much inferior to that of Lothar at Rapids Fort more than ten years ago, not only did it look very simple, but it also did not highlight the majesty of imperial power.

But that's not the most important thing!

The real thing about a ceremony is the participants, all the arrangements and embellishments are to bring out the temperament and demeanor of the participants, if the protagonist of the ceremony is atmospheric enough, there is enough majesty, then even if this coronation is carried out in the wilderness, the scene will be like the grandest celebration.

And 10,000 steps back, 2,800 years ago, the coronation ceremony of Soladin the Great, who unified many tribes and established the human empire, would definitely not be more ornate than today's ceremony, but so what?

The humble grounds, the rude people, the newly enlightened civilization, the absence of elaborate rituals, and the absence of traditions representing noble bloodlines, but this still does not change the irreplaceable importance of Soladin the Great in human civilization

The emperor's throne will not glorify the emperor.

It is the existence of the emperor that gives the throne its true meaning.

He who does not understand this will never be able or worthy to sit on that throne.

"Buzz"

The light of the portal lit up in the hall of the Cathedral of Light, and the two divisions from Dalaran, Vargs and Ruinvivor, were slightly difficult to maintain the operation of the portal, and on the other side of the portal, there were Shi Ronin and Grand Karcist Kel'thugad, and the four top spellcasters of Azeroth opened a portal, and it seemed so difficult, which showed that there must be some other forces interfering with the opening of this portal.

The nobles' counterattack is all-round, if they can disrupt the opening of the portal and directly throw Varian Urion into the chaotic space storm and tear it to pieces, then why do they have to fight with real guns?

But it is clear that the war shaman of the terrifying totem that the nobles spent a lot of money to find and the dark warlock of the fireblade clan are united, and they can't interfere with the magic of the masters, and this stupid obstruction also reveals the location of those spellcasters, at the edge of the cathedral, the frost-faced Shi Modra reached out and straightened her beautiful long dress, the old woman waved her finger, and at her signal, several battlemages with strong temperaments immediately turned away.

Those bastards who dare to provoke the majesty of Dalaran will soon be exterminated by the swarming battle mages of the new Dalaran, and daring to participate in such a thing is almost equivalent to a slap in the face of the Empire, and no one with blood will endure it.

"Huh"

Wearing the Emperor's robes, Varian Urion was the first to walk out of the portal with a scepter, and His Majesty the soon-to-be-crowned Emperor was naturally well aware of the dirt behind the journey, but he ignored it, and joked about the Archbishop Chaldea who greeted them in the church.

"Ah, that's pretty much the worst of all the teleportations I've ever had, but not quite as good as the experience of using teleportation stones in the Colosseum."

"It's not funny, my majesty."

The Archbishop of Chaldea is also dressed up today, his white robe is very similar to the style of the Holy Spirit robe of Pope Alonsosfao, the white robe is decorated with the emblem and runes of the Holy Light, there are two golden rune bands hanging down on the shoulders, and there is a priestly crown embellished with gems on the top of his head, which looks very solemn and majestic.

He helped Varian adjust his clothes with his hands, and the archbishop, who looked a little nervous, said:

"The Knights Cathar has just reported that there may be some ill-intentioned people hiding in the crowd that came to watch the ceremony, and that Bishop Constantine is taking the ascetics to check on him, but if you can, I want you to cancel it, or postpone the post-ritual procession around the city, this is not a joke, Varian, they may not be able to kill you, but they will undoubtedly make a fool of you, this is the dirty trick of those nobles, they are trying to humiliate you."

"Nope! Chaldeans. ”

Varian glanced back at his wife and son with the Emperor's sword, and the Black Dragon Countess Onexia, who was guarding them, and the Prime Minister of the Stormwind Council, Duke Eberlock, and the councillors and officials who had come to watch the ceremony, and finally the Minister of Industry riding on a strange mechanical bird, wearing a custom-made tuxedo and vest, and a black top hat, Gelbin Mekatok, he nodded to them, and then said to Chaldeans:

"Those nobles are provoking, and if I cancel the ceremony, it means they know that I am afraid of them!"

"And I'm not afraid of them, they should be afraid of me, and it's business as usual!"

Varian waved his finger and said calmly to the Chaldeans:

"Yes, there is! Right in the middle of the city! I will tell them by action that if they were only afraid of me, of Varian, the Blood King, then from now on, they should be afraid! ”

"Well, it's really your style."

The archbishop breathed a sigh of relief, he sideways to make way for Varian, and then reached out to take the temple and cane handed by the priests, he bowed his head slightly, and said to Varian:

"Then it will be as you wish, Your Majesty the Emperor!"

In front of Varian, the exit of the Cathedral of Light was like a gate that shone with sunlight and white light, the final staircase, and once he stepped there, he would appear before his people as Emperor, and from then on, Varian Urion would embark on a path completely different from his original fate.

It was as if two parallel lines opened before his eyes, one leading to the imperial throne adorned with endless majesty, and the other leading to the apocalyptic battlefield of endless bloody battles.

This is his fate

Varian took a deep breath as he held the scepter, and at the same time as the solemn music sounded, and in the moment when the whole square was silent, he straightened up, reached out and took Queen Valeera's hand with the white lace veil, and said:

"Come on, then!"

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With the solemn music resounding throughout Baita City Port, the crowd in the square gradually became quiet, and the high places around the square, by every window in the attic, were crowded with people who came to watch the ceremony.

Most of them are believers, and some are supporters of the Stormwind Kingdom, who are convinced that if their king can change the Stormwind Kingdom, then he will definitely change the empire.

On the viewing platform at the ceremony venue, representatives of various forces who came to watch the ceremony were also talking to each other.

"This will be a new chapter in the empire of mankind, there is no doubt about it."

Sitting on the second order, the feathering moon general Santis rarely shed his armor today, and changed into a long dress in the style of the Night Elves, she held a little girl a few years old in her arms, and beside her, sat the Shadow Song of Garrod in a dress, and in his arms, he held a boy, after hearing Santis's words, Garrod moved his slightly sour arm, and he whispered:

"I don't know as much about humanity as you do, Santis, but looking at these people, their eyes are full of hope for the future, and that this soon-to-be Emperor Mister Varian is a monarch who brings hope, and he must be a good ruler."

"He is."

Santis glanced at Garrod, she looked left and right, and then quietly leaned her head on Garrod's shoulder, and Garrod's body seemed a little stiff at this moment, but it quickly relaxed, the posture of the two of them, like a couple showing affection in public, Santis's cheeks were slightly red, and she whispered:

"Varian is a human monarch who makes his mother feel very good, you should know how high your mother's vision is"

"Oh?"

Garrod was immediately interested, he looked at the exit of the church in front of him, and said:

"That's surprising, but, Shantis, when did the dwarves have so many branches? I thought they only had three clans: Copperbeard, Brute Hammer, and Black Iron. ”

On the stairs in front of Garrod, the Dwarven Council of the Six Hammers sent representatives of all clans, led by the Dwarven Queen Moira Copperbeard, to watch the ceremony.

And the representatives of the Earth Spirits, Frost Dwarves and Iron Dwarves, who have been living in the Northrend continent and are isolated, have never seen so many lives gathered here, and their understanding of the Azeroth civilization is not profound, so these new members of the world civilization seem to be surprised, they keep looking left and right, and from time to time shouting a few words that no one can understand, this posture is very inconsistent with the solemn demeanor of the representatives of other forces on the viewing platform.

The dwarven queen Moella's face was also a little embarrassed, and she asked the dwarven representatives to be quiet, but she felt that it might be a wrong choice to bring this group of Northrend Continent dirt buns to participate in such an important ceremony.

But sitting next to the dwarves, the Sun King Kael'thas and the Dark Moon God of War, Lady Tyrande, were curious about the new dwarves, and they chatted with the Earth Spirits and the Frost Dwarves in Titan, and seemed to be having a good time.

The representative sent by the Draenei was the Archon Marrad, the Archon, who was himself a silent man, who occasionally spoke to the Grand Shaman Nobuton beside him, and was very gentlemanly, answering a few questions about the teachings of the Light for Miss Bridget, who came from the Order of the Silver Dawn.

On the other side of the viewing platform, Maverick Bane is introducing the guests to his new wife, Mera Kaolin, while trying to describe the intricacies of Kalimdor's politics to her, while Mera is only interested in the beautiful dresses of the ladies around her.

The Great Chief Thrall came here in person today, he not only represents the tribe, but also comes in a private capacity, he and Varian have a good relationship, they are friends after a few battles together, the friendship between men is so simple, and by Thrall's side, Warsong Overseer Garrosh put on a well-fitting dress for the first time today, and the muscles of his whole body stretched the dress slowly, and sharp-eyed people noticed that beside Garrosh, there was a strange orc girl.

It was Agna, an orc girl he grew up with, a childhood sweetheart, who was born in the Nagrand steppes of the Draenor world, and this time on behalf of Gaiaan's mother, came to Azeroth to talk to the orc tribe about the commercial trade of the Nagrand orcs and tribes.

However, it is clear that there seems to be some ambiguity between Agna and Garrosh.

On the other side of Thrall, Dranosh Sarufar and his cousin Sora Sarufar were also chatting, and Dranosh keenly felt that his cousin's gaze had been on Thrall, so this clever orc kept telling Thrall's glorious history in the past, and Sora's eyes lit up when he heard it.

Perhaps the great chief Sal, who has always been single, will soon have his suitor.

Woking, who had come on behalf of the troll, didn't care much about these rituals, and he sat on the viewing platform, still fiddling with his voodoo doll, which was such an evil thing that Princess Tarangi, who was sitting next to Woking, who had come on behalf of the newly stabilized Zandalar troll, moved her body slightly, trying to move away from the glowing voodoo doll and Wojin himself.

The tall Great Druid Hamuel Rune Totem, who came to watch the ceremony on behalf of the Blight, discussed the mysteries of the druid's spells with the Elders of Black Horn, who was the representative of the Supreme High Ridge Minotaur, and he came here this time on the orders of the Great Chief Ulan Gaoling to consolidate the relationship with the Bloodhoof Minotaur.

The discussion between the two cows made the centaur representative behind them dismissive, the centaurs formed the Wind Chaser Court a few years ago, and they are also trying to enter the large circle of the Kalimdor civilization, but for the savage centaurs, this is not an easy job, but the centaurs also have their own pride, they were born from the marriage of the guardian of nature and the princess of the earth, so the centaurs believe that they are the legitimate inheritors of the forces of nature.

Any druid spell, it's all heresy!

On such a lively occasion, goblins are naturally indispensable, the hot sand consortium, the rusty water chaebol and venture capital companies have sent representatives, and these guys have seized the opportunity to sell the latest goods to these high-ranking people around them, the first to be fooled is the representative of the panda people who does not have too much vigilance, that is a simple panda man warrior monk in leather armor, his name is Ji Huozhang, he bought a few small crafts from the goblin, and planned to give them to his sweetheart on the Lost Island, a lady named Aisha Yunge.

Even the unknown Yaki Worm Empire sent a messenger, it was a newly born spider demon Ankaha High Priest and the praying mantis demon Prime Minister Zorlock, the two of them stood at the very edge of the viewing platform, these ancient insects were very dissatisfied with this humble scene, they chattered with each other in the worm language, translated, as if they were discussing, now these meat people, that one tastes more delicious, but fortunately no one here understands the worm language.

Even more noteworthy was the fact that at the back of the viewing platform, there were more than a dozen tall Veku people wearing animal skin robes

It was the Viku from Stormfjord, and recently, after Ragnarok, the Viku tribes there began to try to form an alliance to face the complex world in front of them, and this time the Emperor's coronation ceremony, the ceremonial minister of New Stormwind also sent an invitation to the civilization of the Broken Isles, and the Veku elders discussed it for a few days, and felt that it would not hurt to come and see the world, so they sent the most powerful young men of each tribe to come together.

And the sturdy bald man with runes on his face was the leader of the group

His name was Tyrell, and he carried a golden sword forged from the shards of the Heaven's Fall, a horn of white bones around his waist, and a golden ornate ring on his thick and powerful fingers.

All the civilized forces sent representatives, and the whole scene was full of gold because of these distinguished guests, but it was a pity that even when the ceremony was about to begin, the representatives from the other four human kingdoms still did not enter

Even the Federation, which has always been at odds with the Empire, has sent a few councillors, but as a branch of the Empire, the silence of the other kingdoms seems to represent something that makes people think about it

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