They did not know who was the instigator of this incident. Revenge and whatnot could wait. The most important thing right now was to disassociate themselves from this disgrace.
As long as their reputation was restored, so what if they died? At most, it would just be a redistribution of benefits. If their reputation was preserved, even if this ship named Laing Wrynn sank, they would have an excuse to seek refuge with the other human kingdoms in the north.
After a short discussion, Marquis Damanan braced himself and stepped forward. He bowed to Laing and said: "With Your Majesty's permission, we hope to announce it as follows: 'In order to cover the retreat of the people, the noble army led by Duke Ferens fought against the Bloodsail Pirates. When they gained the upper hand, the nobles who had been secretly turned into demons by the Bloodsail Pirates suddenly counterattacked, causing the fleet to be routed. At this time, the brave and fearless Sir Lothar and Earl Marcus arrived on their griffins and cooperated with the remnants of the noble army to annihilate the Bloodsail Pirates' Zank fleet. '"
Despicable!
Shameless!
At this moment, Lothar's lungs almost exploded with anger. It was clearly you bunch of nobles who despicably robbed the warships of the Stormwind Navy. In order to transport away the dirty wealth filled with the blood and sweat of the people, you unexpectedly suffered a double attack from the pirates and demons. Yet you still don't forget to flatter yourself at this time!?
If not for Laing holding him down, he would have already exploded after receiving the news of the warships being seized.
Lothar's hair stood on end. In the next second, he was about to draw his sword and behead this shameless man.
But at this moment, Count Damanan was suddenly slapped away.
Count Carton's slightly plump body spun twice in the air before falling heavily to the ground.
"Shameless —" A thunderous roar shook the meeting hall.
Not many nobles looked at the person who slapped Count Carton. He was the new generation of nobles, the most popular figure recently, Duke Duke Marcus!
This young duke had a more unyielding aura than Lothar.
Duque abruptly waved his hand and pointed at Count Dammanan, whose face was now swollen. "While commoners risk their lives to dig moats for a ship ticket, you nobles throw a naval officer in a Stormwind into the dock for a chest of gold!"
Lothar's eyebrows twitched.
"When a hundred thousand soldiers and civilians were prepared to risk their lives to bring up the rear, you guys didn't even care about how the warship would return just to take away a beautiful maid. You guys even blew away the last soldier on the warship!"
Lord Bolvar Fordragon's cheeks burned.
"It's obviously the filthy wealth of you nobles that attracted the pirates. It's obvious that it's your own corrupted souls that brought about the depravity of the pirates. You have the cheek to claim that you're the heroes who fought against the pirates? Claiming to be the descendant of Thoradin The Great!? Bah! I don't want to be associated with you. "
With that, Duque spat on Marquis Dammanan's face.
It was obvious that Duque had insulted Marquis Dammanan. Every noble present felt that the spit was on their faces. King Laing trembled from head to toe.
At this moment, Len was frantically asking himself, "Am I wrong?" Was I really wrong?
Ever since he was young, the former king had always taught him that the nobles were the cornerstone of the kingdom, and that no one should touch the nobles. Laing had always regarded it as a sacred law. But as he grew older, he could not accept the actions of the nobles. Still, he always remembered the former king's blessing and did not act ruthlessly against the nobles.
At this moment, this scene was constantly stimulating Laing's conscience and sense of justice. It made him tremble uncontrollably.
However, as the hope of the kingdom, Duque had a direct conflict with the old nobles, which was not what he wanted to see.
For a moment, Laing was a little confused.
On the other side, the nobles were in an uproar.
Duque was a hothead. Why did he have to be so stupid? Why did he have to act up at this time? Shouldn't the nobles have discussed all the conditions behind the scenes, and only when the negotiations failed would they have no choice but to stand on their respective sides and fight?
Flipping out at the slightest disagreement? That's why they hated those ignorant peasants becoming nobles!
The nobles were smart. Of course, they would not entangle with Duque over this matter that had already been sentenced to death.
"Apologize! Your actions are a despicable act that tarnishes the reputation of all nobles! "
"Yes! Apologize! Immediately apologize to Marquis Dammanan! "
"Otherwise, we will not recognize your noble status!"
The group of nobles clamored, clinging to the fact that Duque had violated the nobility's etiquette.
"Hmph!" Duque's cold snort caused the temperature of the entire hall to drop by more than five degrees. "Nobility's etiquette, nobility's standards … Fine, I'll do things according to the nobility's etiquette."
When Duque finished speaking, the nobles breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the hothead Duque had finally given in. Who knew that in the next second, Duque would throw a white glove at the marquis' face.
Well, for the sake of etiquette, nobles would always wear white gloves. And throwing a white glove at the other party's face meant only one thing — a duel!
When the conflict between two nobles was so big that it could no longer be resolved, they could settle it with a duel with a suitable notary. Those who refused to duel would be seen as the greatest shame of the nobles, and would never be accepted by other nobles for the rest of their lives.
"Duel! Didn't you think that I insulted you just now? Then duel with me to wash away the shame! " Duque's cold and arrogant eyes stared at Marquis Dammanan. That pair of indifferent eyes made the marquis' hair stand on end.
The next moment, Duque pulled out his sword.
Duque didn't have a sword of his own. It was a flame sword that he made out of fire elemental essence and copied the standard longsword of Stormwind City out of thin air. The fire elemental essence that was supposed to be extremely hot and violent was actually as tame as a puppy in Duque's hand. If it wasn't for the blazing aura that could be clearly felt from a dozen meters away, no one would think that it was a real flame.
"No … No … I didn't … I didn't think you insulted me …" Marquis Dammanan actually shrank back.
Well, after killing so many people, one would naturally have a murderous aura.
Duque made his debut, killing gnolls, murlocs, nagas, and orcs. Recently, he had even roasted thousands of orcs into charcoal. His murderous aura was definitely at the level of overflowing dominance.
On top of that, he had killed Sargeras. According to the legends, he had killed seven people in the tribal camp. Even if Duke was known to be a swordsman, which nobleman would be stupid enough to fight him?
"You don't dare? You have no balls! "Duque spat out his poisonous tongue mercilessly.
Just when everyone thought that was the end, more than three dozen white gloves suddenly flew through the air and landed on the oily and disgusting faces of the nobles who had been heckling just now.
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