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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 361: Farce-like Negotiations

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    Noon, the Royal Court of Lordaeron.

    The endless quarrel has been going on for several hours, but both parties at the negotiating table still have their own opinions and cannot reach an agreement.

    The makeshift negotiation table was banged and banged, and the bright sunlight shone through the glazed windows of the royal court dome into the hall. It was splashed off the table, and the dust that was flying in the hall was reflected.

    The indescribable smell of gunpowder has filled the entire hall.

    ¡­¡­

    "Don't forget, this city has always been built by the people of Lordaeron! Every inch of her land and every brick is soaked with the sweat of the people of Lordaeron!"

    The white and red officiant's robe looked particularly dazzling in the midday sun. The silver-haired Grand Prosecutor Ethan Lean tried his best to suppress his anger. He stared at the death knight across the table with a serious face and refuted the other party's absurdity.  requirements.

    Withdraw troops from Lordaeron?

    Give up the royal capital?

    How could the people of Lordaeron tolerate the capital city they finally regained falling into the hands of the undead again?

    Even though these undead are not the walking corpses of the undead natural disasters, but the life and death enemies of the undead natural disasters

    But what is certain is that the Grand Inquisitor¡¯s refutation obviously failed to convince the Forsaken generals who were determined to capture the ruins of Lordaeron, and they did not even listen to them at all.

    The contempt and sneers on their faces are the best proof

    "It also fell from the hands of you Lordaeron people!"

    Before the Forsaken generals could say anything, the Dread Lord Varimathras stood respectfully beside Her Majesty the Queen.  The words that had already been stabbed into the heart of the Grand Prosecutor were as follows:

    "Your former prince, Arthas, destroyed him and broke him with his own hands. Even every inch of land and every brick here was stained with the blood of you Lordaeron people"

    Whether it is Balnazzar or Varimathras, these big bats who "change their rudder according to the wind and serve the new master" are undoubtedly masters who are afraid of chaos in the world.

    "Since it has fallen, this is a land without one"

    A few words of gloating at every opportunity aroused the anger of both parties.  It's too easy for these cunning big bats.

    "I'm really curious, how can you humans be so shameless that you want to snatch the fruits of victory from others?"

    "you wanna die!"

    "Shut up, devil!"

    "Go back to your Twisting Nether. Lordaeron is not the place you should be!"

    ""

    Varimathras' "crowd ridicule" is undoubtedly the best.

    As soon as he finished speaking, several negotiators from the Scarlet Crusade and the Northern Legion could not restrain their emotions and shouted harshly.

    The clanging sound of swords being unsheathed was even louder.

    "Undead, demons" Little Mograine's brows were filled with unabashed disgust and contempt.  Pulling out his silver-white warhammer and hitting it on the stone slab in the hall, the future leader of the Scarlet Monastery took a step forward and declared without giving an inch: "If you want to rob Lordaeron you must step over my body first."  !¡±

    However, at the age of 21 or 2, Renault Mograine was at the peak of his youth and vigour. In contrast, Varimathras's instigation and taunting made him lose his composure at first.  But what he responded to was a disdainful snort

    "Humph, you arrogant and ignorant idiot."

    ¡°I¡¯m just a little brat hiding in the shadow of my fathers¡­how dare I stand up and speak nonsense?¡±

    The sarcasm of Nathanos, the warrior of the Queen of Darkness, came from the corner of the conference table, overwhelming Mograine who had just made some heroic remarks.

    "Stepped over your body?"

    Glancing sideways at Renault Mograine, Nathanos Blightcaller didn't even bother to raise his head. He was still teasing the two plague dogs in front of him and continued to ridicule him mercilessly.  :

    "For me, shooting your head off is no more difficult than squeezing an ant to death!"

    With Nathanos¡¯s attitude, he doesn¡¯t like anyone.  Not to mention potential enemies, he is also a colleague among the Forsaken, and he has been ridiculed a few times.

    As for Renault's status as the eldest son of the "Ashbringer", the Wither really didn't take it seriously.  In fact, in the camp of the Forgotten, in addition to their heartfelt respect for Her Majesty the Queen, a former instructor and mentor,

    ?????????? But it really comes down to sharp words and the ability to ridicule.  bornThe Wither One with a poisonous tongue is not far behind even those Dreadlords who are good at playing with other people's emotions.

    "If you want to live a long time, keep a low profile, kid! You are not qualified to interrupt here!"

    "you wanna die!"

    How has a rookie like Renault, who is just starting out and has never seen much of the world, ever experienced such insults and belittling?  But after just a few words, the anger and resentment in my chest became uncontrollable!

    He yelled angrily.  Little Mograine raised his warhammer and stepped forward.

    "Renault, we are negotiating, don't be impulsive!"

    A calm and steady voice sounded in the ears of little Mograine.

    The future Commander of the Silver Dawn, now the Silver Hand Paladin Baron Maxwell Tyrosos, stretched out his big hand and put it on Renault's shoulder, stopping the young knight who might cause trouble.

    Frowning slightly, Maxwell sat back down to do what he was doing, and spoke solemnly and solemnly:

    "Time is precious. Since the Forgotten are willing to sit at the negotiating table, please show your sincerity in negotiating!"

    "Sincerity?"

    On Her Majesty¡¯s left, Baron Rivendell heard Maxwell¡¯s words and continued:

    "You give up Lordaeron, and we, the Forsaken, will ensure that all of your people leave this city and Tirisfal Glades safely!"

    "This is our sincerity!"

    "Give up Lordaeron?"

    "This is impossible!"

    Before anyone else could object or discuss, beside the Ashbringer who had been silent, Dathrohan, a warrior with an annoyed look on his face, stood up from his seat with excitement and categorically rejected the request.  From the mouth of Baron Wendell.  The will of the Banshee Queen relayed.

    "The capital of Lordaeron should be owned by the surviving people of Lordaeron, and it should only be owned by the people of Lordaeron!"

    "Rivendell! Put forward such a condition" Dathrohan's face was gloomy, he gritted his teeth and glared at the steady Death Knight across the table, and said word by word: "You are treason!"

    "Treason?"

    "Humph! What a big crime!"

    Baron Rivendell, who had always looked distant and cold-faced, couldn't help but narrow his eyes when he heard the crime that the Grand Crusaders had laid out for him.  He mocked in a cold voice:

    "I am loyal and trustworthy to my king, and I am loyal to this kingdom. But in the end, I was pierced through the heart by the sword of the prince who once swore allegiance!"

    "When I received the order from the alliance between His Majesty Terenas and the Silver Hand to send out troops to wipe out the Cursed Cultists, my territory was devastated, and all the citizens were slaughtered by the soldiers of my kingdom!" (Note 1)

    "Am I treason?"

    With his jagged arms on the seat, the death knight stood up suddenly.  He asked sharply and in an even more angry and gloomy tone than Dathrohan had before:

    "Then let's figure it out. Did I betray the kingdom, or did the kingdom betray me?"

    Baron Rivendell¡¯s sudden roar left all the Scarlet Crusaders attending the meeting speechless.

    After a long while, Dathrohan, who had recovered from the death knight's questioning, tried to defend himself with a stern expression, but his tone was no longer as strong as before:

    "The actions of the patricide in Arthas are also a shame and disaster for the entire Lordaeron Baron, you should not vent your hatred on His Majesty King Terenas and the compatriots of Lordaeron"

    "You don't seem to understand the situation, Grand Crusader!" Before Dathrohan could finish his words, he was interrupted by the death knight waving his hand:

    "Now my identity is not the Baron of Lordaeron, but a death knighta Forsaken general! I am just one of the Forgotten now. I will only implement Her Majesty's will and fight for the entire Forgotten  interests.¡±

    Ignoring the Grand Crusader¡¯s suddenly turning blue face, Baron Rivendell continued to speak with a serious and solemn expression:

    "And now we are not negotiating terms with you. To be precise, this is our ultimatum!"

    Baron Rivendell¡¯s unruly words and bad attitude completely annoyed many high-level officials on the human side.  There were shouts of curses, taunts, sarcasm, provocations The King's Hall had just calmed down for a while, thanks to the "efforts" of the generals on both sides.  Suddenly it was noisy again!

    But the leaders of both sides, who have the real say in this negotiation, seem to have discussed it, and there is a tacit understanding between them.??, without saying a wordit seems like they are competing to see who has better patience

    The scene became increasingly chaotic; the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

    In the royal court of Lordaeron.  The two forces that were standing on the same front to eliminate natural disasters not long ago seemed likely to take action at any time in anger and fight with swords

    Fortunately, seeing that this negotiation seemed to be interrupted or even broken down at any time, a certain guy who had originally made up his mind to be a soy sauce party finally couldn't bear it anymore

    "I said¡­¡­"

    "Have you had enough noise?"

    Along with a loud and deep cry like muffled thunder, a sharp and ferocious momentum rose into the sky and swept through every corner of the hall.  The brutal and fierce pressure was like an unshakable mountain, pressing heavily on the hearts of everyone in the hall:

    ¡°I¡¯ve had enough noisejust shut up, everyone!¡±

    The arrogant and unreasonable roars made people feel dissatisfied, but the originally noisy King's Hall suddenly fell silent, except for the sound of everyone's breathing and the sound of needles falling in the hall

    Old Tang, who was very satisfied with the effect he had caused, glanced around the negotiation table with slightly narrowed eyes, then slowly stood up, walked to the opposite side of Mograine, and said straight to the point:

    ¡°I¡¯m totally tired of this bickering negotiation¡­so let¡¯s be direct!¡±

    "The ruins of Lordaeron, Xina and I are bound to win it!"

    Old Tang put his hands on Her Majesty the Queen's shoulders, but stared unblinkingly at the "Ashbringer" who frowned slightly.

    ¡°Two heroic masters, two fear lords, plus hundreds of thousands of elite Forsaken troops outside the city and more than 20,000 controlled natural disaster cannon fodderthis is our confidence to not give in!¡±

    "And you, Ashbringer, High Lord of the Scarlet Crusade"

    "Are you choosing to pay avoidable heavy casualties for an abandoned city that only has symbolic significance?"

    "Or choose to bring the more than 100,000 Northern Legion soldiers with excellent combat effectiveness back to the Plaguelands to fight the raging natural disasters, so as to save more of your compatriots and save some blood for Lordaeron?"

    "Look, Lord Mograine"

    Old Tang straightened up again, spread his hands and said with a smile:

    ¡°This shouldn¡¯t be a hard choice!¡±

    ******

    Note 1: The canon Baron Rivendell is a complete bastard.  However, in this book, I finally chose the experience and life experience that the players made up for him, that is, the tragic hero.

    There is no way that the subsequent plot needs it.

    Well, it¡¯s not a big deal anywaydon¡¯t complain(.com your support is my biggest motivation.)

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