A week after the events on Okaz Island.

Stormwind, the Noble Council Banquet Room.

The banquet hall, which had been dark at night, was as bright as day.

The foundation of the ballroom is extremely high, with twenty or thirty steps from bottom to top, and it rises above the square main building, which is entirely made of heavy marble. The kind of oppressive feeling that makes it difficult to breathe, there is no glitzy decoration in the Gothic, Baroque, and Rococo styles here, only the ancient families have been quaint and dignified.

Countless huge lion-faced flags were connected on the four walls, and with the night breeze constantly blowing, the noble crane-tailed flowers were so dazzling in the candlelight.

Hundreds of white stone pillars lined up in a rectangle to form the dinner venue, with a towering top inlaid with a crystal that supported the silver dome that covered the night sky. Long tables and silver candlesticks were neatly placed in the venue, and the fluttering candle flames sprinkled a hazy silver light on the venue.

Gorgeously dressed men and women were walking in this sea of lights with their heads held high and elegant postures. The myriad jewels on their bodies became the stars that dotted the ocean, and the reflection of their expensive and ancient service became a silver light in the waves.

Countless maids dressed in white and fluffy ostrich feathers, one hand gently and skillfully lifted the precious satin long skirt and black long skirt roamed among them, holding crystal bottles full of red liquid in their hands, going back and forth between the long tables covered with white tablecloths like butterflies wearing flowers. The cup of one noble and powerful person after another is filled with red wine with an attractive aroma.

According to the level of status and the size of the position, the nobles were divided into circles one after another, and all kinds of rumors and scandals were circulating everywhere, talking and laughing. It is clear that the boiling "disappearance of the king" and the very likely outbreak of inter-tribal wars did not bother these so-called "elites" too much......

But when a loud and passionate horn sounded outside the hall, the magnates of Stormwind City, who were originally talking in the hall, immediately stopped the topic.

The originally bustling venue suddenly became silent, and the magnates gently put the crystal cups in their hands back on the table. retracted the obscene gaze that roamed wantonly on the uneven bodies of the maids, and did not care about playing with the nobles and opponents around him, or insinuating, mocking, and selling knowledge and rhetoric...... The nobles who were originally talking and laughing seemed to have their necks pinched suddenly, and they were shocked and shocked by each other, and even the bodies of individual cowards had begun to tremble slightly......

Because...... The unusual sound of the trumpet was the charge of the Royal Knights!

Born out of the Iron Horse Brotherhood, the Royal Knights of Stormwind are one of the few elite knights with a deep heritage. And as the Praetorian Guard of the Kingdom of Stormwind and the most trusted spear under King Varian's command. The horn of the Royal Knights is a relic of Sir Anduin Lothar, one of the two recognized gods of the League and the regent of Azeroth, the former Lion of Alliance, and one of the two recognized gods of war in Azeroth.

But when the trumpet is sounded, it means only two things:

One, on the battlefield. Royal Knights, charge! It is bound to break through the enemy's formation and fight to the end!

Second, the war is coming, full mobilization!

And everyone present now is undoubtedly in the royal capital of the Stormwind Kingdom. Naturally, the base camp of the alliance will not suddenly become a battlefield...... Then, it also represents......

"Battle... The war began? ”

A fat and extravagantly dressed nobleman looked pale at this moment, and cold sweat broke out slightly on the tip of his nose and forehead. Muttered in despair.

……

"Bolvar, it's time for us to go in."

Hand in hand, Countess Catlana, with a solemn complexion, wore a luxurious and sexy purple evening gown. With a delicate black scarf around his neck, he whispered in the ear of the Stormwind Archon in military uniform.

Outside the gate, Duke Berval Vertagen, looking at the atmosphere of glamour, glitz and luxury in the banquet hall, unconsciously frowned with a little disgust.

The king is missing and war is approaching.

But in such a crisis situation, these idiots who are called nobles and are actually silverfish still have the heart to have fun...... This is unforgivable in the eyes of Berval, who is loyal and self-disciplined, and strictly adheres to the code and spirit of the Paladin!

If it weren't for the critical situation now, the Stormwind Kingdom would not be able to withstand the civil strife, and this tough military boss would not be able to go crazy because of this!

It wasn't until the cold and bewitching countess on the side gently pinched the hand of the powerful man of Stormwind City that the military boss, who had been silent for a moment, took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability and disgust in his chest, and rearranged the armor and battle robe on his body. Then a solemn and solemn look regained on his resolute face, and he strode into the banquet hall accompanied by Countess Catlana.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at the empty space on the other side of the room.

In the center of the clearing, a long table sits on a high platform covered with gold carpet, and ivory cutlery is neatly arranged in front of a row of heraldic benches. The backrest of each bench is carved with a fine silver leaf pattern. Dozens of heavily armed knights held the place, cut off from the surrounding crowd.

The nobles in the venue couldn't help but hold their breath as they watched the ten elite guards of the Royal Knights walk in in two rows with long swords at their waists. Behind their shiny silver* armor stretched a pair of metal horns of the same color; The azure blue cloak fluttered in the night wind, and the golden lion on the cloak, which symbolized the status of the Knights, seemed to come to life in the eyes of hundreds of nobles at this moment. Look up to the sky and roar, choose people to eat!

"The Storm Kingdom has experienced thousands of years of ups and downs of honor, and it is still standing."

Silently but firmly walking towards the center and slowly standing still, Bovar Vortagen, who had been appointed as consul and regent by King Varian, suddenly spoke slowly.

"It is not the castles of rock and steel that protect this kingdom, the millions of people of the kingdom of the Guardians, nor the mercy and mercy of the Light...... It is the dozens of generations of kings and countless sages, heroes, and warriors who have defended, struggled, and fought with their lives and blood, and won the glory, dignity, and status that Stormwind City has today! ”

The eyes swept over the nobles present, the majesty brought by the authority and the high position and the majesty exuded by the heroic masters made the atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly become more solemn and solemn, and few of the nobles who came into contact with Boval's eyes could withstand this silent coercion, and most of them involuntarily buried their heads deeply when Duke Berval's gaze swept over......

"But now, the shame inflicted on us by our enemies has tarnished the glory of the Stormwind Kingdom for thousands of years, and has fallen on you, me, and every one of the people of the Stormwind Kingdom!"

"His Majesty the King has been kidnapped, imprisoned, and his fate is uncertain; MI7 rescue teams were almost wiped out; The Hillsbride Hills and the town of Southsea are raided by the Forsaken! ”

"The arrogant tribe has foolishly provoked us with no compromise or retreat, and they have foolishly angered the people of the Stormwind Kingdom!"

Berval Vortagen's angry speech silenced the entire hall. Whether it was empathy for this preaching or fear and cowardice of war, the nobles of Stormwind in the hall did not have the heart or courage to make a storm at this solemn moment under the might of Bovar......

"In the name of the regent and consul of the Stormwind Kingdom, I, Berval Fotagen, on behalf of His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Prince, issue a war mobilization order!"

"From now on, all banquets, entertainment, stop!"

"All activities and plans that hinder the assembly and movement of the army and the movement of materials, stop!"

"All inter-tribal trade, stop!"

"All contracts and hires with tribal races, stop!"

Slowly grasping the hilt of the Generalissimo's sword, Berval once again looked around the hall with oppression, and continued to declare in a murderous and unquestioning tone:

"All those who plot misdeeds and take advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble, kill!"

"All those who spread rumors and disturb the order of the kingdom, kill!"

"All those who delay military planes, leak military information, and endanger the safety of the hài kingdom, kill!"

The Stormwind Kingdom is at war! Coalition...... Enter a state of war! Drawing the long sword at his waist, the yew wood long table in front of him split in two, and holy light erupted from Duke Berval's body, making it impossible for the cowardly and swaying to look directly: "From this moment on, the alliance has officially declared war on the tribe!" ”

"Noble Council, second!"

As soon as Boval's words fell, Countess Catlana beside her lightly opened her lips to indicate her "position".

A simple sentence suddenly made several of the nobles present who were originally ready to move and have impure motives die down. Compared with the "big boss" Bovar Vortagen, who is in charge of military power but has no experience in political struggle, this ruthless and clever female speaker of the aristocratic parliament who is as scheming as a snake and scorpion undoubtedly makes them feel more jealous and fearful......

"The Light will protect his followers, and victory will belong to the Alliance!"

Not to be outdone, was also the Archbishop of the Cathedral of the Holy Light, Benedictas. The Bishop of Stormwind, who had been cautious in his words and deeds since he stepped into the hall, looked as compassionate and calm as ever, and his eloquent words were undoubtedly in support of Duke Berval's war resolution, and his deep and wise eyes flashed with fervor and viciousness.

The three giants of Stormwind's military, politics, and religion spoke together, and unless Varian came to Stormwind in person, who would be able to stop him?

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

"Seconded!"

“……”

For a while, all the nobles in the hall were unwilling or flattering or reluctant to second. Berval Vortagen, who had re-put away the sword of the Generalissimo ^H novel*wWW.*/class12/1.html, got the desired result, and finally gradually reined in his oppression and momentum, and walked out of the hall surrounded by ten elite knights. It wasn't until he was about to step out of the gate that the Duke of Berval suddenly stopped and warned in a slightly disgusted tone:

"Nobles should be the pillars of the kingdom, not the moths of the kingdom. Now the war is coming...... Everyone, do it for yourself! (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )O