The royal palace of the Storm Kingdom more than 100 years ago was relatively simple, and there was no complicated fortress-like structure, and the main hall only had the king's lion throne in the center, and when the great nobles were summoned to make decisions on the affairs of the kingdom, the courtiers were basically standing.

Perhaps due to the influence of living in the kingdom of Lordaeron for a decade or two, when the kingdom was rebuilt after the death of the kingdom, the current king, Varian Ureon, emulated the conference hall of the palace of Lordaeron and added some ideas of his own.

So the main hall that is now displayed in front of Yang Long's eyes is a masterpiece after several modifications.

There was almost an entire large indoor gymnasium, the huge main hall was divided by three passages similar to the passage that Yang Long and the others entered, and due north was the lion throne representing the king, occupying an entire wall facing the entrance direction.

There are also twelve large stone chairs, evenly spaced beneath the walls on the left and right sides of the entrance, representing the eight regular legions of the Stormwind Kingdom, and four high-ranking official positions representing the nobility.

More than fifty powerful elite soldiers, divided into three teams and six detachments, were stationed in two and two to guard the three passages leading to the main hall.

While Windsor was leading the crowd here, Grand Duke Regent, Berval Furtagen, was standing in the center of the hall, briefing the five military and political representatives who had come to the meeting on either side, giving a brief account of the war report from the Valley of Thorns.

The noisy noise in the outer hall had already made the Grand Duke Regent stop talking with some displeasure, and sent his henchmen to learn about the specific situation.

"Wendsol, you dare to disobey the military order and leave the garrison and come to the palace without permission. "After seeing the appearance of Wendsol. The Grand Duke walked out a few steps full of majesty, glanced at the crowd pouring into the main hall and said, "Do you really think that I don't dare to kill you?!"

Berval Vortagen is now one hundred and twenty-four years old, born in a family of great nobles and princesses of the Stormwind Kingdom, he has shown very outstanding potential since he was a child, he has been promoted to the pseudo-super rank before the age of fifty, and he has reached the fourteenth upper rank in his one hundred and ten years.

With such a rapid promotion speed, this powerful pseudo-super-rank paladin looks only in his early thirties, even if he has a skewered beard, he still shows vigorous vitality and vitality.

No one was able to face the wrath of the Grand Duke. You can also continue to stand still without changing your face. Berval-Vortagen simply walked forward, causing thousands of soldiers to feel a tightness in their chests, and they all retreated a few steps back.

"Your Excellency, I don't mean to be offended. Wendsol was also a little moved. However, he did not show one of his timidity. Instead, he took a few steps towards Boval-Furtagen and said, "This time I am well prepared. Let the black dragon show its original form!"

After hearing Wendsall's words, Berval-Vortagen's face was stunned for a moment, and then a look full of ridicule. He was just about to open his mouth to comment on the old marshal's words, but he was scolded by a general sitting on the right hand: "Shut up!

Everyone's eyes turned, and a man who looked to be about fifty years old changed into everyone's eyes, and judging from the armor he was wearing, it could be seen that he might be the commander of a regular legion.

"Lord Berval, please don't pay attention to this madman's words!" After scolding Wendsol, the general said to the Grand Duke with an indignant face: "Their behavior today is already treason, please don't be fooled!"

The general's words seemed to have won the heart of the Grand Duke, and after he jumped out to reprimand him, Berval-Vortagen's face suddenly sank, and he looked at Wendthor with even more unfriendly eyes: "Someone, arrest this madman for me."

"Lord Bowval! General Marcus Jonathan, at this time, stepped out of the crowd and prevented the Grand Duke's order from being given, and said with a sincere face: "Please give Marshal Windsor a chance." ”

"Jonathan, you you" shouted from the general who had been attacked before.

Who knew that before the general could finish speaking, Marcus Jonathan shouted in an even higher tone: "You are not qualified to speak here, Deputy Commander of the Fourth Legion, General Cook!"

Obviously, Marcus Jonathan has long been dissatisfied with this guy, not only reprimanded the other party mercilessly, but also deliberately accentuated his tone when he said the words "deputy commander", so that the general named Cook was disgraced.

Because according to the rules set by King Varian-Ureon when he established the main hall of this council system, Cook, as the deputy commander of the legion, only has the full strength to report the military situation of his legion, and is not qualified to participate in the decision-making of government affairs.

Even Marcus Jonathan, who is also a general, is responsible for the security of the entire capital, and is also the head of the Stormwind City Defense Guard Corps, his power naturally goes far beyond Cook as a deputy.

So seeing Marcus angrily denounce Cook like this, Berval-Furtagan didn't make a statement.

However, it was evident that Cook, who was the first to jump out, was not the only one who jumped out first, and seeing that the Grand Duke seemed to have some intention at the pleading of Marcus Jonathan, a woman sitting on the left edge stood up.

"General Jonathan, no one will doubt your character, but Wendthor himself is guilty, and it seems that he should be arrested on the spot first, and it is only right that Lord Vortagan decides it!"

The crisp but sweet voice made the eyes of the people in the hall turn their eyes again, focusing on the woman who stood up to speak for Cook, and at first glance everyone was stunned by her beauty.

This is a tall woman who is less than 1.8 meters tall, and her face looks less than twenty years old, with long black hair scattered on her chest, and her loose robe cannot hide the bumpy ketone body, and the whole person shows a kind of intoxicating enchantment.

Even Yang Long, who was standing in front of the crowd, was slightly stunned for about half a second after seeing this beautiful woman.

The dark-haired woman who spoke was the Countess of Katrana Presto, who had risen to prominence in recent years, and since her appearance in the Supreme Council, she had advocated several decisions that were beneficial to the development of the kingdom, and was well received by the middle and lower classes of the kingdom.

"Madam Catlana, you are right, and you should do so. Seeing the countess speak up, Berval-Fortagan's thoughts, which were ready to agree to Marcus's proposal, changed to echo the decision she had spoken.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Grand Duke has already developed a love for the countess, so he will change his mind so easily.

Wendthor chose to remain silent after making his request, even if Cook scolded him by name, it did not make the old marshal react, but when he saw Catlana Presto stand up, Wendthor immediately reprimanded.

"Katrana-Presto, hehe, I should call you Onexia?!" The old marshal completely ignored the blackened Grand Duke, turned to face the countess and said loudly, "The black dragon who infiltrated Stormwind is you!"

"Ah, what did you say, I, the black dragon?" the identified countess looked innocent.

Wendsall's astonishing remarks made everyone present stunned, especially the Grand Duke of Berval-Vortagen, whose face immediately showed anger, and he was about to explode on the spot.

However, Wendsol couldn't care so much anymore, and after taking out a thing that looked like a rotten wooden board from the spatial ring, he faced Katrana Presto from afar, and prepared to cast a spell: "Just recite this dragon magic and you will"

"That's enough!" the Grand Duke finally couldn't bear it anymore, let out an earth-shattering roar, took out the long sword from the spatial ring, and prepared to rush up.

At the same time, Marcus Jonathan, who reacted in time, also blocked in front of the Grand Duke with an arrow step, and was nervously ready to fight, looking like he was sworn to protect Wendsol

(To be continued......)