Chapter Seventy-Five: Which Side Are You On?

Next, a horrific story was told by Isara, and 10 minutes later, the venue fell silent.

Throughout the history of Azeroth, there have been cases of killing envoys, but it was between enemies, and it was a fair killing. The assassination of a friendly lord for no reason like this is unprecedented, and even a demon can't do it.

"Stormwind Regent, what else do you have to say?" Ishara raised her scepter and pointed to the Berval-stupa sitting in front of her.

The Regent's expression was a little confused, and he did not speak immediately, but turned to look at Matthias Shore, who was standing on the side of the throne. Strangely enough, however, Madias-Shore also looked puzzled and shook his head at him.

A trace of anger swelled up on Bowval's face, and he slowly stood up, and said lightly: "These small things, we will discuss them when the alliance ceremony is completed."

Ishara was stunned when she heard this, and her anger immediately surged into her heart, if you do such a vicious deed, will anyone ally with you?

"Do you want to be in the company of the vile? Walking with malevolence?! Ishara asked loudly.

Boom!

In the dead silence, the small sound of the seal striking was particularly harsh, and the master craftsman Mekatok lifted the stamped royal seal, pulled it aside casually, and lowered his head.

Isara was startled, her color changed suddenly, and she rushed to the throne regardless of her dignity and humility, and asked in a deep voice to Mecatok: "Your Majesty, Great Craftsman, do you know the nature of your actions?!"

Mecatok didn't look up, waved his hand tiredly, and said in a dumb voice: "Madam, I don't have a choice, Your Majesty Copperbeard, it's your turn."

Under the gaze of countless people, Magni Copperbeard shook his head with a wry smile, and suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed it in the silver basin, and after sticking the blood, he slapped his palm on the parchment roll and covered his own handprint.

It is only stamped with a handprint to indicate that the contract represents only him, and if he is not on the throne, the contract will no longer be valid.

"Dear madam, please be considerate of an old dwarf." "As a leader, the greatest justice is to expand the living space of your people as much as possible," said Magni Copperbeard.

"Nope! That's not true! If justice can be interpreted in this way, what is the meaning of justice itself? If ......" Isara's face began to contort and she gritted her teeth and yelled, but before she could finish her sentence, she was rudely interrupted by the Regent.

"Enough!" Boval's momentum suddenly exploded, a faint golden light surged up on his body, and he shouted: "The head of the envoy of the Arathi Basin, Your Excellency behaves in a formless manner, and he is the one who collides with the king, on behalf of the Stormwind Kingdom, I deprive you of your envoy status, guards, arrest her!"

As soon as his order was given, a group of heavily armed guards ran out from behind the throne, and with the sound of swords drawn, they gathered around Isara.

Looking at this scene, all the guests stood up with solemn faces, no one expected in advance that this alliance ceremony would be like this. But they just watched, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere was indescribably depressing.

"Good, good!" Isara's face turned pale with anger, her body shook, and she raised her scepter and shouted: "The so-called alliance seems to be only a rabble, and the so-called Hall of Heroes is just a place to hide filth and dirt, partners, it seems that we have come to the wrong place."

As soon as the guards approached, the remaining four members of the envoy immediately drew their weapons and guarded them on either side of Isara, confronting the guards with angry eyes.

"My lord, we are here to state the facts, as for whether these despicable people recognize it or not, does it matter?" The faint long sword pointed diagonally and said disdainfully.

Her words were tantamount to scolding all the forces present, and the audience immediately caused a sensation, some people reprimanded loudly, and some people sat back with gloomy faces.

"Very well, it seems that you Arathi Basin want to fight against all of Azeroth." Berval-Foltagen looked at Isara, who was holding the scepter, and scoffed.

"Add me." Someone from the water elf camp on the side suddenly spoke, everyone was startled, and when they turned their heads to look, they saw a human boy in a silver helmet standing up.

"Who are you? Are the water elves going to side with the Arathi Basin? Bowval's face darkened, the water spirits roamed the seas unbeatable, and if they fought against the Alliance, it would not be easy.

The boy laughed heartily when he heard this, and said, "I am Garin Tolbane, son of Solas Tolbairn, and I represent the kingdom of Stormgard."

With that, Garin-Tolbain untied his sword and shield, lined up the crowd, and walked towards the envoys of the Arathi Basin without hesitation.

As the most orthodox remnant of the Araso Empire, Garin's appearance made the venue boil again, and people talked loudly, weighing the pros and cons of this matter.

"Garin......" looked at Garin, who strode to his side, and Norbulingka was so excited that he couldn't speak.

Ishara sighed, shook her head and said, "Your Royal Highness, your courage is admirable, but you shouldn't come."

"Prince Stormgard? So, you decided to side with the Arathi Basin? Bowval Pagodagen asked in a deep voice with an ugly face.

"No, I've decided to be on the side of justice." Garin said indifferently.

Hearing this, Berval-Pagoda was stabbed, and his face changed sharply, "Do you know what justice is? Your rash actions today will send your people to hell! ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling golden light suddenly burst out from Boval-Pagodagen's body, and at this time, he was like a god, and he jumped high with a roar and smashed down towards the envoy camp.

No one could stop him, and no one even had time to react, and the sun-like figure landed heavily in front of Isara, and with a wave of his hand, it slashed at the scepter in Isara's hand.

In the midst of an exclamation, the staff of the Arathi Basin, which had broken through countless dangers, snapped, and the head of the staff tumbled and fell to the ground. At this moment, time seemed to have been spelled, and it seemed extremely slow, and everyone's eyes widened as they looked at the half-charred wooden stick.

When it was long.

The head of the staff fell to the ground, and the Hall of Heroes was silent.

"Is there going to war?" This terrible voice rang in everyone's hearts.

Breaking the scepter is tantamount to declaring war, and after hundreds of years of human division, it is not friendship and unity, but civil war......

"Arrest them all, whoever dares to resist will be killed!" Berval-Vortagen stood opposite the envoy group and said coldly, domineering. Among these six are important figures from the Arathi Basin, as well as the prince of Stormgard, and as long as they are wiped out, the two forces will be greatly damaged.

In his mind, things were not bad, they couldn't have been better.

It's just that he ignored one thing, and now he is standing in the center of the main hall, away from the throne, and away from Cheng Xiaotian. Just when the guards rushed up to take people, Cheng Xiaotian, who had already been burned by anger, finally seized the opportunity to launch.

Ordinary people couldn't see how Cheng Xiaotian moved his hand at all, only those powerful kings saw a gray shadow, which flashed out from the edge of the night elves, like a streamer, and flew to the center of the throne in the blink of an eye.

As an ally, Magni-Copperbeard did not move at all, Mecatok raised his eyebrows, and chose not to intervene to stop it, watching Cheng Xiaotian rush straight to the side of the little king Anduin Ureon.

Cheng Xiaotian had never been so angry, at this time, his face was hideous, like a madman, he overturned the little king, put the Yuntong sword against his neck, looked up at Madias-Shore who rushed over, and popped out a word viciously.

"Get out!" (To be continued.) )