All life has a foreknowledge of danger, which is an instinct engraved in the soul.

It's like rats, snakes, and bugs before an earthquake, like ants drenched in water by a bear child, like a frog in warm water... Yes, frogs can jump out, don't ask me why I know.

It's the same with people.

A sudden panic on a whim at some point is an instinctive warning that your body is trying to tell you that something bad may be happening.

At this time, people will appear flustered, and under threat, they will often make irrational judgments.

For example, now, for example, the nobles of the empire at this time.

A sense of impending crisis, like a hurricane that swept through Kalimdor in the days that had passed, had caused the nobles to rush out of their mansions and scurry around like blind rats and headless flies, searching for all sorts of inside information, trying to learn more, but the more they learned, the more they feared the situation at hand.

The madman from the south moving into the Emperor's throne seems to be an unstoppable trend.

Varian, known as the "Blood King", may be able to do all the horrific things he did in the Stormwind Kingdom on the first day he became emperor.

He would kill all the nobles, steal all their possessions, drive their wives and children out of their mansions, and kill a few celebrities to appease the anger of the plebeians.

The whole empire will be bloody, the madman will go down in history with their bones, and they, their losers, will not have their place in history, they will only be described by adjectives like decay and depravity, and this time, this time there will be no other place for them to hide, the Federation will not receive them, as long as the nobles dare to set foot on that rebellious land, they will be immediately hanged on the telephone pole of the Federation.

The orcs of the tribe dislike them because they are not good warriors.

And the Night Elves will not accept them, and those purple-skinned elves don't look down on any humans, no matter how rich or powerful they are.

In this moment of crisis, the nobles who have always flaunted their noble blood are like drunkards on the streets, and they suddenly find that their noble blood and their wealth cannot save them... At this moment, that thing, on the contrary, will drag them into a deeper and more terrible hell.

The shadow of death, like the fear of the poison of the tarsal bones, hung over the heads of these terrified nobles, making them unable to sleep, eat well, and even have no desire to continue their usual pleasures.

The nobles of Lordaeron were the first to get the news, and the great nobles reacted very quickly, they immediately threatened the king of Arthas with impeachment, demanding that he not side with Varian, and some whimsical "romantic" nobles even proposed to put Arthas on the throne of the emperor before the coronation ceremony was held under the papal crown.

Have a dove occupy the magpie's nest!

But as long as people with few brains know that without the approval of His Holiness the Pope, this so-called coronation ceremony can only be like a monkey show.

But even if a few people in the aristocracy have brains and strength will not do such a stupid thing, it does not mean that they will sit idly by, they can also do other things, some destructive, inflammatory, bloody things, to prevent their own doomsday.

It's like those shameless rats who frantically fight back in the cave that has been opened, even if the end is unavoidable, they have to pull a lot of people...

Funeral together!

It has nothing to do with wisdom, it has nothing to do with courage, it has nothing to do with the thing itself, it is the vicious entity that flows in their veins, the so-called mighty exit, the so-called earth-shattering event, all to prove that they are different, their deformed and ugly nobility, which must be sacrificed with their lives!

And the news from Baita City Port only lifted that layer of disguise, exposing their naked viciousness and madness to the eyes of the world, nothing more.

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"Did you hear that? Our "great" Great Lord Leoric. Feng. Lord Zeldig, who got on the ship to New Stormwind yesterday, went to surrender, to the "Blood King" of House Wrynn! ”

In a country house outside the city of New Lordaeron, a private gathering of the great nobles is going on, it is obviously a secret gathering, the big men do not even have servants here for the sake of secrecy, even the pouring of wine is carried out by the noble people themselves, and Tony with a glass of wine. Romano leaned against the window of his room, talking to the others, looking out of the window.

This guy used to be an assassin, but not because of his national mission or family heritage, but purely because of his own interests.

Tony. Romanor was the real lord of the original Stormwind Kingdom, he once owned 17 towns, but he was merry by nature and liked to do things that were not so "serious" for fun, and he was lucky enough to avoid the slaughter when the Darkblade Legion attacked Stormwind, and even if he migrated to Kalimdor, he was still a great nobleman in the Old Kingdom for the period before Varian's return.

But now, he is a fugitive, and on the night Varian raised his butcher's knife to the nobles, he crossed the border with the nobles of the Northlands and took refuge in the kingdom of Lordaeron.

But there are some things that can't be avoided.

The former thief's eyes shone with a cold light, and he squinted his eyes and slammed the glass in his hand to the ground. Romano's voice also became more and more sinister:

"I'm so blind! That old soldier has been hardened all his life, and that night, when Varian raised his butcher's knife against us, I was still thinking of taking him and running away! Grayson, what did our High Lord Leorick say at the time? He's going to join us in the fight against Varian's atrocities! I remember it clearly, but now? That coward! That old immortal guy has abandoned us and gone to kneel to Varian to surrender, he will die! And it's going to die a terrible death! ”

"Varian won't let him go!"

The nobleman's voice became very sharp, screaming like a chicken stuck in the neck, but his curses and scolding revealed the weakness and fear in this guy's heart... He had walked in the shadows, but now he was on the battlefield in the sun, and the situation of real swords and guns, life and death, made him feel scared.

"Enough! Stop barking! ”

A deep voice came from the corner of the room, and the others put down their wine glasses one after another, looking at the person who spoke, it was a middle-aged man in a black hunting suit, sitting in the corner and drinking silently, even though he already had gray hair on his head, his waist was still straight, just like those old-fashioned soldiers.

This is Grayson. Duke Vicshad, the highest-ranking of those nobles who fled when Varian slaughtered the nobles, was the head of the royal knights of the Stormwind Kingdom, and also a warrior who followed King Ryan, and his family is even older than the existence of Stormwind, even dating back to the time of Soladin the Great.

Among this group of aristocrats who are terrified, he is one of the real leaders.

And now, even in the face of the terrible thing of Varian's possible coronation as emperor, Duke Grayson was not at all in a hurry, he raised his head, glared at Lord Tony, and said in a deep voice:

"Leorik and I have known each other since childhood, when we went to war together to fight trolls, Tony, you were still in your mother's womb! So shut up! I know Leorik, he is a true paladin, faith is an inviolable rule for him, if the Pope really wants Varian to become emperor, then Leorik will choose to obey even if he hates Varian, not to mention! ”

The tall duke stood up, he looked at everyone in front of him, and he said:

"Leorick had a long conversation with me for hours before leaving..."

"Then why didn't you stop him!"

Tony, who is a little drunk. Lord Romano shouted:

"You should have kept him!"

"Shut up!"

Duke Grayson pointed at Lord Tony, his fingers like a sword:

"If I ever hear you say one more thing, I'll pull your tongue out when I hear you exaggerate this boring fear! You can try! ”

Lord Tony obviously had no intention of confronting Duke Grayson head-on, he snorted coldly and stopped talking.

"Leorik told me that when he joined the army and became a paladin, he made an oath to protect the people, not to aim his blade at his own people, and what Varian did was cruel, but Leorik has seen the changes in the Stormwind Kingdom in the past few years, I will say more, you and I have also seen it, our eyes are not blind!"

Duke Grayson drank the wine in his hand in one gulp, and he breathed a sigh of relief:

"We thought that without us, Varian's kingdom would be in chaos, we thought we were an integral part of a nation, and we thought our existence was a matter of course, but what about the truth?"

"Varian slapped us hard with the facts, those people, they live a hundred times better than we did in Varian's country without nobility! We were wrong, friends, brothers, we are not as important as we think, and as for you to invite me today, I probably want me to come up with an idea..."

The duke laughed twice, and without hesitation, he turned around, opened the door, and threw down a sentence to the stunned nobles:

"My idea for you is... Eat something, drink something, then pack up the family books, take care of your loved ones, and wait for Emperor Varian to take over... In this way, we will be able to save at least one life, and at least live to see our grandchildren get married... No matter what you're plotting or what you're trying to do..."

"I'm quitting!"

"I've been wrong once, and I don't want to be wrong a second time!"

"Coward! Coward! ”

At the moment when Duke Grayson walked out of the room, Tony. Lord Romano roared behind him, like a beast cornered, his red eyes and screaming:

"Varian won't let you go, you betrayed him! He's going to kill you and kill all your family! Rebel or die! Grayson, come back! ”

In the face of this angry rebuke, the old duke turned his head, he looked at Lord Tony, and he said with a blank face:

"Nope! I understand Varian, he won't! ”

"Bang"

The door was completely closed at this moment, leaving only the nobles in the room, who didn't know what to do, and Grayson's departure was like pulling away the backbone of these nobles, leaving them at a loss.

"Bang"

There was another loud bang, it was Lord Tony who crushed the wine bottle in his hand, and the lord, who was wrapped in a violent aura all over his body, walked to the center of the room, and he looked at the others viciously:

"Who else is leaving? Get lost! Go and grovel to your Varian for mercy! Get lost! ”

There was a dead silence, and several of the minor nobles stood up and fled the room as if they were fleeing, while the remainders, though silent, were clearly not willing to lose everything.

Seeing this scene, Tony, who was extremely angry just now. A slightly distorted smile suddenly appeared on Lord Romano's grim face, and he whispered:

"Excellent! It's good, the cowards are gone, the rest are warriors! ”

"Don't be afraid, brothers, Grayson is gone, he's afraid, but it's not the end, we don't need to rely on him anymore, we have a better leader..."

"I think, you have all heard of an old and noble surname, Barov ... Yes, don't worry, brothers! ”

"The Barov family will lead us against the tyrant! We will set things right, we will defend everything we have! ”

"Don't be afraid! Victory, will eventually belong, noble blood! ”

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On the other side, at the very edge of the kingdom of Lordaeron, in the dense forest at the junction of the Thousand Needles Stone Forest and the Filas Wilderness, there is an annex of the Barov family, on the surface, there is nothing special here, but only the most core members of the Barov family know that the most honorable master of the Barov family lives here.

Oh, and not the two young barons who represent the Barov family in the empire, but the real contemporary head of this ancient family...

It is rumored that he has already died, Alex. Barov!

Of course, in fact the old earl had already experienced death once, but he did not die in the true sense of the word, but in a different form, experiencing an almost eternal ... Life!

"Huh"

Just in front of this quiet manor, in this deep darkness, a blood-colored shadow appeared in front of the blood servants of the Barov family, and the coercion belonging to the high-level blood clan made these low-grade blood servants dare not draw their weapons at all.

"Go! Tell Alex. Barov! ”

"I brought..."

"The Will of the Blood Ancestor!"

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors