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- Stormwind City. ¡ü
This great city-state built in the southern part of the Eastern Kingdom of Azeroth has a history of nearly a thousand years since its establishment.
After the opening of the Dark Portal, it served as the main force in the First Orc War, standing on the front line against the orc army's invasion of Azeroth.
Although Stormwind City has now returned to a prosperous and peaceful scene, the tit-for-tat confrontation between its internal political factions, the intrigues of the nobles, and the oppression and oppression of the lower class by the ruling class still make this ancient and majestic city. An undercurrent is surging.
??Especially now.
When this majestic city lost its true master, forces with ulterior motives were hiding in the shadows, sharpening their fangs and claws, always watching this behemoth in a weak state, looking forward to A carnival feast for the conspirators
Three months ago, the king of Stormwind - Varian Wrynn - left his throne in the castle and went to Kalimdor on the other side of the sea to conduct a diplomatic event. Since then, the master of the Kingdom of Azeroth has never appeared in front of his people again
Some people attributed the disappearance of the king to the conspiracy of the tribe, and they did not hesitate to declare war with the tribe and even fight with the tribe in the Hillsbrad Hills; some pointed the finger at the consul Bolvar Fordragon, accusing all this from This former military model planned a kidnapping because of his greed for power; some well-informed people learned from some hidden channels that the disappearance of His Majesty the King involved several behind-the-scenes forces - the Defias brothers. Hui, Naga, ogres, tauren and even the legendary black dragon
Under the turmoil, Stormwind City became increasingly turbulent amid rumors and rumors.
In order to calm the growing unrest in the kingdom, as a political move to appease people's hearts. King Varian's son, the young Prince Anduin Wrynn, was elected king. He temporarily rules the entire kingdom with the assistance of the consul Duke Bolvar and the speaker of the noble council Count Katrana. However. This move didn't seem to have much effect.
"Compared to his tough and reliable father, the young Prince Anduin still does not have enough trust and prestige in the hearts of the people
But today, just because of an exciting news, the haze of the past seems to have disappeared.
King's return!
His Majesty King Varian is back!
The residents of Stormwind City spontaneously gathered on both sides of the streets in the Valley of Heroes, cheering under the statues of the five heroes, and spectacularly welcomed their missing King who finally escaped misfortune and returned to his hometown.
The residents of Stormwind believe that with the return of His Majesty the King, the kingdom is once again under the protection of King Varian, just as Countess Katrana Presto preached. The turmoil in Stormwind City will subside, the unrest of the people will go away, and those careerists lurking in the dark will also retreat under the swords of the royal guards. The Kingdom of Stormwind will get back on track and slaughter the tribes on the battlefield, succeeding Rescue the people of Hillsbrad Foothills
???????????????? Well, the above paragraph is the propaganda speech of the House of Nobles to the outside world, but in fact
"Look, it's our 'little' King Anduin,"
Among the people who welcomed the people along the streets of the Valley of Heroes, many residents of Stormwind City seemed to welcome them cheerfully. In private, he angrily whispered to his neighbors, colleagues, and friends.
"He has the same name as Marshal Lothar (Note 1), but I don't know how much ability he has as a marshal."
"Never mind him. He is no longer the king anyway." Hearing the questions from his companions, a big man dressed as a blacksmith shook his head nonchalantly and mumbled in reply.
"Even if he is still the king, it won't work." Another resident joined the conversation, and whispered with a mysterious expression: "That's a puppet! When His Majesty Varian is away, Bolvar Forda Duke Gen and Countess Katrana Prestor are the rulers of Stormwind City! Look, did you see them, they are the two people following King Varian!"
"That's the Duke of Bolvar? Aren't there rumors that he was behind the disappearance of His Majesty the King? Why does he still have the nerve to follow His Majesty? I once thought he was a hero of the kingdom!" Another person was welcoming The residents of Stormwind City in the queue said indignantly.
"Don't just listen to those malicious slanders and rumors!" A retired veteran in the crowd heard other people slandering his former superior. He couldn't help but stand up and scold the other party, and defended the Duke of Beauval: "Your Excellency the Consul is The role model of a soldier is a truly noble paladin! How could he do such nasty things just for a little power!"
"That rumor is indeed unreliable. It should be just a rumor spread by political opponents." An old man with white hair and beard couldn't help but join in the debate, "Bovarr Fordagon has been elevated to the rank of Duke and also serves as consul. His position is inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people, so there is no need for him to do that."
"Ha, maybe he is tired of being subordinate to others and wants to change his chair and have a taste of what it's like to be a king!" Perhaps because he couldn't stand so many people trying to explain to Bolvar, a fat businessman with a philistine look on his face joined in from the side. In the topic, the words were sarcastic with malicious intent.
"Who cares about Bolvar Fordragon, look at Countess Katrana! Oh my God, she is so charming!"
"Yes, beautiful, elegant, and noble, majestic like a queen!"
More and more people joined the discussion, and the whispers on both sides of the street gradually converged into a noisy buzz.
"Humph, that's a woman with a heart of snakes and scorpions! She is the same as the entire ** House of Nobles!"
"That's right, the wool comes from the sheep! The ransom from the tribal barbarians and the Defias Brotherhood in exchange for His Majesty the King cost us dearly!"
"That is, it is a shame to have to pay a ransom to the kidnappers in order to rescue his king! The bureaucracy and army of Stormwind City are a bunch of waste of resources! The most important thing is that this ransom will also increase taxes from us. Use clever tricks to plunder!"
"Hey, no matter what, Stormwind City will be at peace once His Majesty Varian returns."
"Hmph. Our king might as well just disappear. I can't even keep the coffin in order to pay taxes! Just for a special tax on emergency matters, what a nonsense!"
"right!"
"well said¡¡"
"They said the little prince wanted to speak for us poor people, but he is so young. Who would listen to a child, even if he is a king in name only!"
"These **** maggots!"
""
Speaking of the ransom in exchange for the king, and thinking of the tax collectors eager to take out the last copper coin from their pockets, the crowd gradually became filled with indignation, and they vented their dissatisfaction in angry tones.
Although limited to occasions. Even if everyone is angry, they are very restrained and carefully control the volume. However, there are too many dissatisfied people in their hearts. With each other talking, the noise in the cheers gradually becomes noisy and loud, and naturally escapes. But the ears of the dignitaries who crowded around Varian in the queue.
Many of the nobles who came to pick him up were angry and dissatisfied on the surface, but in fact they were gloating in their hearts and wanted to see the jokes of Varian, Bolvar and others; Countess Katlana Presto's face was expressionless, as if He didn't care about any of this, but his charming eyes were sparkling. They seemed to be proud of something; only the Duke of Bolvar and the young prince Anduin, who were running closely together, looked embarrassed and turned red after hearing these public complaints
The most regrettable thing is that King Varian Wrynn, who should be paying the most attention to this matter, turns a deaf ear to the dissatisfaction and resentment of his people. It's like nothing happened. Before the disappearance, this was almost impossible to happen.
"Father."
He looked doubtfully at his father, whom he had not seen for several months, and an indescribable strangeness appeared in the little prince's heart. Gently patting the colt on his crotch and running a few steps quickly, Anduin Wrynn felt that he should remind his father to listen to the voices of the people. But Varian, who had returned, seemed more focused on chatting with the countess and didn't notice his son calling him.
"Father!" The little prince raised his voice with some grievance, and stepped forward to slightly tug at King Varian's floating cloak; "Father, during your absence, the Parliament has increased taxes. Our people have Many are dissatisfied and they"
"Child, there will always be complaints!" Gently rubbing Anduin's little head, Varian Wrynn interrupted the little prince's remonstrance with a nonchalant expression and smiled. He said: "No one can satisfy everyone. There is a war on the front line, son, and we need to supplement military spending. Ms. Katlana did nothing wrong."
"But,"
"It's nothing, my son!"
Hearing Varian's answer, little prince Anduin was about to argue but was rudely interrupted by His Majesty the King again. Dissatisfied, he interrupted his son's admonishment. Varian Wrynn suddenly put on a loving smile and said playfully:
"You don't have to worry about this, little one, leave all these little troubles to the adults. You have been exhausted these days. Now, your task is to go back and change into a dress and accompany me to attend tonight's dinner. Then??Let's have a good sleep and go hunting in the forest together tomorrow! Maybe Father, I will hunt a rabbit and make you a lucky rabbit foot! "
After saying that, Varian didn¡¯t wait for the little prince¡¯s reaction, then turned his head and continued teasing with Katrana Presto beside him, looking completely frivolous and dissolute.
The doubts in his heart were getting heavier and heavier. Staring at his father's laughing figure, the little prince's frown gradually slowed down until a broad and solid hand fell on his shoulder - it was the Duke of Bolvar.
"What are you thinking about, Your Highness? Are you worried about tomorrow's hunt?" Bolvar Fordagon rode forward with a warm smile on his face, but in his eyes was the same hidden worry as the little prince.
"No, it's not like that, Uncle Bolvar." Anduin Wrynn shook his head and responded hesitantly: "I just feel that my father has changed a lot It feels a bit strange It's like he has changed. Everyone is the same!"
Bolvar's eyes changed slightly, but his face remained calm. He patted the little prince's shoulder and comforted softly: "Don't think so much, kid. Varian has experienced a lot of suffering this time, and some changes are normal! This At this time, you should be by his side to support him, right?"
"But the Seven-Nation Summit is about to begin. I wanted to remind my father, but now he can't listen to me at all" The little prince complained to Bolvar with some grievances.
"Leave it to me. I will report this matter to your father tonight." After touching Anduin's head, Bolvar made a relaxed expression on the little prince and pretended to be relaxed.
The cavalry escorting the king gradually moved away. Looking at Varian who was chatting and laughing with the countess from a distance, Bolvar's eyebrows wrinkled together slightly, and his expression gradually became serious.
"[Holding banquets and organizing hunts during the war Varian, this is not your style. ¡¿
[And Katrana You have always been kind to her and even advised me to stay away from her. Why are you now]
[I hope I'm overthinking] Bolvar is also unfamiliar with the returning Varian. As a partner and friend for decades, Varian's series of weird behaviors today made one after another appear in the mind of the Archon. A doubt [The war is raging in Hillsbrad Hills, reinforcements from the Horde are already on the way, and the plan to rebuild the Azeroth Federation is about to enter the negotiation stage]
¡¾At this time we can't withstand any changes! ¡¿
¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ªThe long-lost dividing line¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª¡ª
In Stormwind City at night, the royal banquet hall was filled with singing and dancing.
Noisy laughter and brisk and loud music floated in the night wind throughout most of the city.
Not far from the banquet hall, in a dark reception room, two figures with unclear faces stood facing each other.
There were no candles lit in the room, only the burning fireplace in the corner gave off a faint glow. Wearing a cloak to cover her face, Countess Katrana Presto wore a black gauze dress embellished with red patterns, her graceful body looming against the firelight.
"The people of the Assassin's Guild have failed" A charming and melodious voice sounded, "The people of Ravenholdt Manor have disappointed me. This makes me wonder whether I should trust you assassins who hide their heads and hide their tails. .¡±
"They are just a group of amateurs whose hands and feet are restricted by dogma." Opposite the countess, a thin and lean figure covering his face with a mask mocked disdainfully: "Our syndicate is the most correct when it comes to assassination commissions. choose."
"However," the masked man paused and said in a nonchalant manner: "Our asking price is twice theirs!"
¡°Money is not an issue,¡± the countess opened her mouth to the thief¡¯s lion, but she didn¡¯t care: ¡°I can pay you half of the fee now, and the rest will be settled after it¡¯s done!¡±
"Either you pay in full, or this conversation ends here." The countess' condition failed to impress the guy who covered his face, but she replied firmly: "I'm sorry to say this, butStormwind City's Nobles have always been known for defaulting on their debts. What do you think, madam? You know, we know your identity very well!"
"Okay, as you wish, pay in full." The countess didn't pay attention to the probing and warning of the needle hidden in the mask's cotton, and simply agreed to the other party's request. "However, you must move quickly! Within a month, I want to see the target's head!"
"No problem! Who do you want us to kill?"
"His name is Lagash, a gladiator champion from Dire Maul. Bring more capable personnel, he will be a very strong opponent!" She reached out and smoothed the black hair in front of her forehead, and the countess did not forget to warn: "Just in the past few days, Target has multiplied?¡¯s ¡®Waterbreaker¡¯ will dock at Menethil Port. The target is also accompanied by a night elf druid and a blood elf rogue, which is very easy to identify"
¡°Remember, don¡¯t mess it up!¡±
Throwing a big jingling money bag to the masked man, Countess Katlana Presto looked at the man and threatened with a gloomy tone and an evil face: "Otherwise, I promise you"
"You will see my true colors!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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