Stormwind God

The loyal generals of the Stormwind Kingdom held up their swords. They felt the excitement in the eyes of His Majesty the King most of all, and unknowingly, their breath and their soul had already synchronized with the King.

It was an inexplicable throbbing soul.

They one after another entered a mysterious realm. They seemed to cross time and space, and saw the ancestors set the first monument in this strange and lush valley thousands of years ago and declared it called Stormwind City.

They seemed to see the ancestors slashing the thorns, seeing the colorful worms under their feet fleeing from the grass, and seeing this land as a land of humanity.

They seemed to see King Ryan, who had inherited the will of his ancestors, and was about to make a great decision that would change the fate of the entire kingdom.

There is a familiar and strange sacredness in the noisy chamber of the weekdays, so it is as if you are in the Storm Cathedral for mass, listening to the teachings of the archbishop, and feeling the gaze of the statues of the sages on both sides. The eyes of these great pioneers, spanning millennia, were silently watching Ryan.

Quiet and sacred.

The loyal general chose to listen, and the aristocracy gave up his defense.

The Chamber was in absolute silence, and the whole world seemed to be quiet, just for that sacred answer.

Ryan's eyes were wide open, and the blue pupils were full of sublime clarity. The thousand-year-old gold lion flag with blue background and golden rim on the back of the Storm Kingdom radiates a brilliant light behind him.

His voice was clear and magnetic, full of penetrating power, and an irresistible majesty.

"My storm king, Ryan Wrynn, hereby declares that the 20 nobles headed by the Duke of Ference's family abused power, corrupted themselves, colluded with demons, and insulted the nobles' fairness and justice. It is a shame for the nobles. The family names of all the nobles, all the remaining nobles' children are degraded to civilians, and their improperly profitable property will be distributed to the active fighters in this service as an example. "

"I declare that anyone, regardless of their origin, age, race, gender, as long as they have contributed to the Storm Kingdom, will be named a noble! Similarly, as long as anyone dares to betray human interests, my Storm Kingdom will be far away! Sin will be punished! Anyone who violates this oath, regardless of his origin or status, can do whatever he can. "

One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and everyone's face was shocked.

Ryan's spirit and courage can reach this level!

Without a king, he dared to smash half of the domestic nobles in one breath, but Ryan dared!

There is no king, dare to link the supreme position to merit, but Ryan dare!

No king has the courage to let go of eclectic talents, or Ryan dares!

Although it was Duke ’s actions that caused the aristocratic loss, and he settled in front of Lane with the fait accompli, despite the fact that Duke took advantage of the country ’s great crisis and ruined his family, the final decision was still made It's Lane.

Lane made the smartest decision. No, it was even more wise than Duke expected. That was already the domain of the great.

Based on these three points, as long as Ryan's Stormwind Kingdom is not truly extinct, and Ryan's bloodline and policies can continue, Ryan is bound to leave the strongest in Azeroth's human history.

Everyone present at this moment felt that his soul had gained some mysterious sublimation. If the fight against the tribe invasion is a glorious hymn that was not originally a personal epic, then at this moment, there is only one protagonist, Ryan Wrynn.

"For humanity and for Azeroth," Lane shouted.

"For humanity and Azeroth" Duke, Anduin and others responded in unison.

The excitement persisted for a long time, and the chests of each heroic man were violently undulating. They looked at each other and saw the same smile.

Ryan glanced coldly at the nobles who were trying to force the palace just now: "Gentlemen, you can leave. The next time is to discuss confidential military information, it has nothing to do with you."

Lothar and Duke Fortagan stepped left and right at the same time. Around them, more than a dozen royal guards surrounded a fan.

The nobles wrinkled their mouths, and there was an inconceivable intimidation among the eyebrows. After all, they no longer protested and quietly left the scene.

This scene was painted by a later painter based on the accounts of the witnesses of that year, and became a world-renowned painting. The price of 3 million gold coins was auctioned. The name of the painting is "The End of the Decaying Age".

After the aristocracy exited, the large chamber looked empty, and Lane and his party suddenly moved to a smaller, more private small conference room.

Together with the guards, all of them do not exceed 20 people.

But these people will be the core of the power of the Storm Kingdom, if the Storm Kingdom can survive ...

Earlier, Berval was standing firmly on the side of Duke, but now he first ran into trouble: "Oh, my wise lord Master Marcus. Although I would like to thank you for bringing more than fifty ships to the kingdom, I ca n’t carry it anymore. When you and Lothar went to the rescue, the kingdom lost nearly 3,000 elite soldiers. This is the total number of people killed and unable to enter the battlefield. "

Everyone's faces are bad. Training a qualified soldier is too long, and the kingdom cannot afford this rate of consumption. Even if the speed of transporting soldiers and civilians can be almost doubled, the status quo is that it is likely that the defense line will collapse before then.

Ryan walked over, put one hand on Duke's shoulder, and stared at Duke's eyes calmly: "I won't take your behavior just as a forced palace. Storm Kingdom has been sick for a long time, you just give me a determination to cut these Carrion. But the rebirth of the kingdom still depends on the efforts of your descendants. I think you gave me so many perfect answers before, and this time, you will not let me down, right? "

If Duke drives the aristocracy so perfectly, but can't get dry goods in the next military discussion, let the storm kingdom pit, this is really funny.

But Duke is Duke!

A miracle man who will never disappoint those who support him.

Duke chuckled: "Of course you won't be disappointed, my Majesty. First of all, please allow me to introduce you to an important guest. Yes, my follower Itana and the guests she brought."

Ryan nodded indifferently.

The door of the meeting room opened. Soon, a female mage wearing freckles and a freckles wearing a storm robe of the Master of the Storm family came in with a guest.

That guest made the facial expressions of many high-level storm kingdoms stiff.

Because the so-called guest is actually a goblin. (To be continued.)