It was a white glove that was as thin as a cicada's wing made of ice. Although it was made of ice elements, it was indeed in the shape of a white glove.
Then … what did Duque mean?
"Whoever is not convinced can come and fight me!! Who? Who else!? "
The nobles were silent, not daring to make a sound.
Duque roared, "That's right! I am insulting you! I look down on you! If the nobles are indifferent, selfish, greedy for life, afraid of death, disregard the law, corrupt and arrogant! Then the nobles … I don't want to be an Earl anymore! "
As soon as these words came out, the whole room was silent.
Don't want to be an Earl anymore? If it was during peacetime, the nobles would have immediately roared. What do you think the face of Stormwind is?
But now, Duque was indispensable.
Almost all the sailors and fishermen were Duque's people. Duque, who had snatched back the warship, had his reputation in the navy soar. There was also the Naga and the Murlocs, whose strength was unknown.
Countless people now only remembered Sea King Duque, who had saved everyone's lives, Duque, who had risked his life to kill the Orc camp and burn hundreds of thousands of Orcs, and Duque, who had risked his life to kill the Devil King for the survival of mankind. But unconsciously, they had forgotten the failed King Laing, who had lost his territory.
It was no exaggeration to say that Duque had become a symbol of hope in the hearts of the people, whether they wanted to admit it or not.
Now, Duque was saying that he should not be an Earl?
With Duque's strength, with Duque's fame, with Duque's wealth, which human country would he not be a guest of honor?
Without Duque, the entire line of defense of Stormwind City might collapse in three days, and then hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians would be wiped out by the Orcs.
To some extent, it should be Stormwind that had fallen into poverty that could not contain a great god like Duque.
Yes! Now, it was Duque who was forcing her to abdicate!
Laing stood up abruptly and looked at Duque in disbelief. He had never thought that things would develop to this point. Duque had completely stood on the opposite side of the aristocratic class that he was defending.
Unfortunately, he couldn't even say the word 'no'.
Duque abruptly turned around, his eyes shining as he stared at King Laing. "Yes! I'm forcing her to abdicate! But I'm not asking for more power. I'm just forcing Your Majesty to wake up! "
Proudly stepping forward, Duque puffed out his chest and sucked in his stomach. "I've never been born noble! People are only noble because of their noble behavior! Thoradin The Great, the founder of the Arathor Empire, was the same. A thousand years ago, the king who led the abandoned people to this valley and founded Stormwind was the same. Why was it noble? Why did the late king set the iron rule that no one can be conferred a title without military merit? "
The entire meeting hall fell into silence. Only the sound of the wind passing through the windows and sweeping through the hall could be heard. Not only the kings, dukes, and other high-ranking people, but even the royal guards at the side seemed to be lost in thought. They stroked the lion carvings on the edge of their swords, their eyes filled with a thoughtful look.
Duque's voice continued.
"Why? Isn't it for today?! For today, when mankind is in danger of extinction, to be able to have a true hero and leader worthy of his position, to lead the people out of their predicament and out of despair!? "
In the hall, the eyes of the nobles shrank and dimmed. But the eyes of Laing, Andoine, Bolvar, and the group of guards lit up.
"Stormwind City is destined to fall, but one day in the future, when Stormwind City is to be recovered, when this great kingdom is to be revived … Please answer me, the great and wise King Wrynn." At this point, Duque suddenly raised his head and looked straight at Laing with his sharp eyes.
"Are you counting on these so-called nobles who abandoned their people and fled with their wealth to serve you? Or are you counting on those who are truly willing to fight to the end for the future of mankind? "
"Tell me — King Laing Wrynn! And everyone present who has opened their eyes! Tell me, who do you choose!? " Du Ke's voice that shook the heart was filled with a firm and sonorous feeling. Every brick, every piece of wall decoration, every inch of ceiling in the hall echoed with Du Ke's question.
In just a moment, every truly courageous person in the hall unsheathed their sword and raised it high in the air.
"I choose Duke Marcus!" Windsor, who had once saved the king's life, was the first to step out. This was the choice of the loyal minister of the kingdom.
"Duke Marcus!" The upright and plainspoken Duke Fordragon stepped out and raised his sword high. This was the choice of the important minister of the kingdom. Beside him, there were nearly 10 superior nobles who were famous for their integrity who raised their swords.
"Duque!" The Lion of Azeroth, the king's childhood friend, and the most loyal and courageous Sir Lothar also raised his sword high and made his most important choice.
"Father! I choose Duque! " The only heir of the kingdom, the future king, and the future legend of the generation, Varian Wrynn, made a choice that placed the future of the entire kingdom on the line!
Reginald Windsor, Bolvar Fordragon, Anduin Lothar … Each and every one of these heroes, who were familiar to the later generations, used their actions to show their attitude. Even Prince Varian Wrynn, who was supposed to evacuate in the third batch of ships and was still in the council hall, raised his short sword and shouted with them.
"Duque! Duque! Duque! Duque — "
The voice was like the howling of the wind, like thunder from the Ninth Heaven that could penetrate one's soul, and it crashed into Laing's heart.
Laing felt that he was in an incomparably silent world.
There was nothing in the world, only his own heart was shouting strongly. The voice that was becoming clearer and more precise came from himself, from his ancestors, and from the heroes who had sacrificed their lives for the survival and reproduction of mankind.
Countless voices converged into a unique force, pushing him to make a choice at the crossroads of fate.
Scorching hot blood rumbled as it flowed out from his heart, spreading to his four limbs, to his five viscera and six bowels, to every corner of his body, agitated and surging!
Standing at the crossroads, his eyes seemed to see the future for a moment.
To the left, he seemed to see the Stormwind, who trusted the corrupt nobles, completely destroyed in the flames.
To the right, he seemed to see the destroyed Stormwind City being reborn from the flames with the help of Duque, Andoine, and other loyal and capable ministers.
Yes, he might not be able to see the end of this heroic epic. The new era must belong to the next generation. Yet he was able to compose the most splendid beginning to this great human epic.
For a moment, Clayon was so shocked that he could not control himself.
He pulled out the King's Sword and raised it above his head. His gaze seemed to penetrate the fog of fate.
Laing made up his mind!
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