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Volume 2: Travel Notes on the Eastern Kingdom Chapter 385: Declaration of War, Declaration of War, Declaration of War!  (superior)

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    ? One week after the incident on Okaz Island.

    Stormwind City, the banquet hall of the Noble Council.

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

    The foundation of the banquet hall is extremely high, with twenty or thirty steps from bottom to top. The square main building high above is entirely made of heavy marble.  That kind of oppressive feeling that makes people struggle to breathe. There is no Gothic, Baroque, or Rococo style flashy decoration here. Only those from ancient families have simplicity and dignity.

    Countless huge lion-faced banners are connected on the four walls. As the night wind continues to blow, the noble cattail flowers are so dazzling under the candlelight.

    Hundreds of white stone pillars hugged by two people were neatly arranged into a rectangle, forming the banquet venue. The towering pillar top was inlaid with a crystal clear crystal, supporting the silver dome that covered the night sky.  Long tables and silver candlesticks were neatly placed in the venue, and the fluttering candlelight cast a hazy silver light on the venue.

    Men and women in gorgeous clothes are walking elegantly in this sea of ??lights with their heads held high.  The countless jewels on their bodies became the stars that adorned the ocean, and the reflections of their expensive and ancient services formed the strands of silver light in the waves.

    Countless maids wearing pure white and fluffy ostrich feathers, lifting up a precious satin dress and a black dress with one hand, walked among them, holding crystal bottles filled with red liquid in their hands, flying back and forth on the pavement like butterflies through flowers.  Between long tables with crisp white tablecloths.  The glasses of nobles and dignitaries were filled with red wine exuding an alluring aroma.

    According to the level of status and the size of the position, the nobles were divided into circles one after another. All kinds of rumors and scandals were spread everywhere, talking and laughing.  Obviously, the uproar of the "King's Disappearance Case" and the very likely outbreak of war between the alliance tribes have not caused much trouble to these so-called "upper-class people" and "elites"

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

    The originally bustling venue fell silent in an instant, and the dignitaries gently placed the crystal cups in their hands back on the table.  She withdrew her lustful eyes that wandered freely over the curvy bodies of the maids, not to mention engaging in quarrels with the nobles and opponents around her, or insinuating, ridiculing, showing off knowledge and words Originally they were chatting and laughing.  The nobles seemed to have their necks suddenly pinched. They were all shocked and looked at each other in shock. Even some cowards began to tremble slightly

    Becausethat unusual and vast horn sound is the charge horn of the Royal Knights!

    Born out of the Brotherhood of the Iron Horse, the Royal Knights of Stormwind are one of the few elite knights with a profound heritage.  As the Royal Guards of the Stormwind Kingdom and the most trusted spear under King Varian.  The horn of the Royal Knights is the former Lion of the Alliance, the regent of Azeroth, and a relic of Sir Anduin Lothar, one of the two recognized war gods of Azeroth. It represents the invincible  Honor and loyalty to protect the kingdom to the death, so it will not be played easily!

    But when this horn is blown, it only means two situations:

    1. On the battlefield.  Royal Knights, charge!  We are about to break through the enemy's formation and fight to the bitter end!

    Second, war is coming, full mobilization!

    And now everyone present is undoubtedly in the capital of the Kingdom of Stormwind.  Naturally, the alliance's base camp will not suddenly turn into a battlefield Then, that means

    "The warthe war has begun?"

    A plump and extravagantly dressed nobleman looked pale at this moment, with a slight cold sweat on the tip of his nose and forehead, and he looked shocked.  He muttered to himself in despair.

    ¡­¡­

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

    Holding hands and looking solemn, Countess Catalana wore a luxurious yet sexy purple evening dress.  Wearing a fine black gauze scarf around his neck, the Archon of Stormwind City in military uniform reminded him softly in his ear.

    Duke Bolvar Fordagon outside the gate looked at the feasting, luxurious and luxurious atmosphere in the banquet hall, and frowned in disgust unconsciously.

    The king is missing and war is approaching.

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

    If it weren¡¯t for the current critical situation, the Kingdom of Stormwind would not be able to withstand the civil strife.??There is no way this tough military boss would get angry because of this!

    It wasn't until the cold and enchanting countess gently squeezed the hand of the powerful man from Stormwind City that the military boss, who had been silent for a moment, took a deep breath, suppressed the irritation and disgust in his chest, and resumed  He tidied up his armor and shirt.  Immediately afterwards, a solemn and dignified expression regained its resolute face, and she strode into the banquet hall accompanied by Countess Katlana.

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

    There is a long table placed on a high platform covered with golden carpets in the center of the open space, and ivory tableware is neatly placed in front of a row of benches engraved with heraldry.  The backrests of each bench are carved with fine silver leaf patterns.  Dozens of heavily armed knights firmly guarded the place, isolated from the surrounding crowd.

    The nobles present could not help but hold their breaths as they watched ten elite guards of the Royal Knights walking in in two rows holding long swords on their waists.  Behind their shining silver-white armor, a pair of metal horn wings of the same color stretched out; the blue cloak fluttered in the night wind, and the golden lion on the cloak symbolized the identity of the knights at this moment.  It was like coming alive in the eyes of hundreds of nobles.  Raise your head to the sky and scream, choosing people to devour!

    "The Kingdom of Stormwind has experienced the ups and downs of honor for thousands of years and remains standing."

    Silently but firmly, he walked towards the center and stood slowly. Bolvar Fordragon, who was appointed by King Varian as consul and regent, suddenly spoke slowly.

    "What protects this kingdom and its millions of people is not the castle made of rock and steel, nor the mercy and compassion of the Holy Light but the dozens of generations of ancestors and countless sages, heroes, and warriors.  We used our lives and blood to defend, fight, and strive for, and then we won the glory, dignity, and status that Stormwind City has today!"

    His eyes were sharp and oppressive as he swept across all the nobles present. The majesty brought by holding power and occupying a high position and the power exuded by heroic masters made the atmosphere in the banquet hall suddenly become more dignified and solemn. With Bolvar  Few nobles who made eye contact could withstand this silent pressure. Most of them involuntarily lowered their heads when Duke Bolvar glanced at him

    "But now, the shame imposed on us by the enemy has tarnished the glory of the Kingdom of Stormwind for thousands of years, and has fallen on you, me, and every citizen of the Kingdom of Stormwind!"

    "His Majesty the King was kidnapped and imprisoned, and his life or death is uncertain; the MI7 rescue team was almost wiped out; Hillsbrad Hills and Southsea Town were raided by the Forgotten!"

    "The arrogant tribe foolishly issued a provocation against us that allowed no compromise or retreat. They foolishly angered the people of the Kingdom of Stormwind!"

    Bolvar Fordragon¡¯s angry speech caused the entire hall to fall silent.  Whether they sympathize with this preaching or are afraid of war and are cowardly, none of the Stormwind nobles in the hall had the heart or the guts to cause trouble at this solemn moment under Bolvar's power

    "In the name of the Duke Regent and Consul of the Kingdom of Stormwind, I, Bolvar Fordragon, issue a war mobilization order on behalf of His Majesty the King and His Royal Highness the Prince!"

    "From now on, all banquets and entertainment will be stopped!"

    "All activities and plans that hinder the gathering and mobilization of the army and the movement of supplies must be stopped!"

    "All trade with tribes, stop!"

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

    Slowly holding the hilt of the Grand Marshal's Sword, Bolvar once again looked around the hall in an oppressive manner, and continued to announce in a murderous and unquestionable tone:

    "Anyone who has evil intentions and takes advantage of the opportunity to cause trouble shall be killed!"

    "Anyone who spreads rumors and disrupts the order of the kingdom will be killed!"

    "Anyone who delays military flights, leaks military information, and endangers the security of the kingdom will be killed!"

    The Kingdom of Stormwind has entered a state of war!  The Allianceenters a state of war!  " Pulling out the long sword from his waist and slashing it, the long yew table in front of him was immediately split into two. Holy light spurted out from Duke Bolvar's body, making it impossible for those who were timid and wavering to look directly at him: "From this moment on, the Alliance will  Officially declare war on the tribe!  "

    "The Council of Nobles, second the motion!"

    As soon as Bolvar finished speaking, Countess Catalana beside her opened her red lips to express her "position."

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????Out of the blue, a few guys among the nobles present who were about to make a move with impure motives immediately stopped.  Compared to the "big boss" Bolvar Fordragon, who was in charge of the military but had little experience in political struggle in the eyes of the nobles, this female speaker of the noble assembly, who was ruthless, clever and scheming, undoubtedly made them feel more jealous and afraid.  ¡­

      "The Holy Light will protect his believers, and victory will eventually belong to the Alliance!"

    Also not to be outdone is Benedictus, the Archbishop of the Cathedral of Holy Light.  The Bishop of Stormwind City, who has been cautious in his words and deeds since he entered the hall, looks as compassionate, calm and serious as ever. His powerful words are undoubtedly supporting Duke Bolvar's war resolution, and his eyes of deep wisdom are flashing undetectably.  A touch of fanaticism and viciousness.

    The three giants of Stormwind City¡¯s military, political, and religious forces all spoke together. Unless Varian comes to Stormwind City in person, who can stop them?

    "Seconded!"

    "Seconded!"

    "Seconded!"

    ""

    For a time, all the nobles in the hall echoed in agreement, either reluctantly, flatteringly or reluctantly.  Bolvar Fordragon, who put away the sword of the Grand Marshal again, achieved the desired result. He finally gradually restrained his oppression and momentum, and walked out of the hall surrounded by ten elite knights.  When he was about to step out of the door, Duke Bolvar suddenly stopped and warned in a slightly disgusted tone:

    "The nobles should be the pillars of the kingdom, not the worms of the kingdom. Now that war is comingyou should take care of yourself!"

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