The loyal and brave generals of Stormwind raised the swords in their hands. They could feel the passion in the eyes of their most beloved king. Unknowingly, their breathing and their hearts had synchronized with the king's.
It was an inexplicable throbbing of their hearts.
One by one, they entered a mysterious state of trance. It was as if they had traveled through time and space to see thousands of years ago, when their ancestors set up the first stone tablet in this strange and lush valley, declaring this place to be called Stormwind City.
They seemed to see their ancestors cutting through thorns and thorns, seeing colorful insects fleeing from the grass under their feet, and seeing this land become a paradise for humans.
They also seemed to see King Laing, who had inherited the will of their ancestors, about to make a great decision that would change the fate of the entire kingdom.
The usually noisy assembly hall was filled with a sacred air that was both familiar and strange at the same time. It was as if they were having a mass in the Storm Cathedral, listening to the archbishop's sermon and feeling the gaze of the statues on the two sides. The eyes of these great pioneers crossed thousands of years and quietly watched Laing.
Quiet and holy.
The loyal and brave generals chose to listen, and the despicable nobles gave up on defending.
The meeting hall fell into absolute silence. It was as if the whole world had quieted down, just for that holy answer.
Laing's eyes were wide open, and his blue pupils were filled with a sense of sublime clarity. The golden lion flag with a blue base and golden edges, which had been passed down in Stormwind for thousands of years, emitted a brilliant light behind him.
His voice was clear and magnetic, full of penetrating power, and had an irresistible majesty.
"I, King Laing Wrynn of Stormwind, hereby declare that 20 noble families, led by Duke Ferens' family, have abused their power, degenerated, and colluded with demons. They have disgraced the name of the nobility, and are a disgrace to the nobility. The names of all 20 noble families are hereby abolished, and all remaining noble children are demoted to commoners. The property they have obtained through improper means will be distributed to the meritorious soldiers in this battle as an example. "
"I declare that anyone, regardless of origin, age, race, or gender, as long as they have made great contributions to Stormwind, will be conferred the title of nobility! Similarly, anyone who dares to betray the interests of humans will be punished by Stormwind, no matter how far away they are! Meritorious service will be rewarded, and crimes will be punished! Anyone who goes against this oath, no matter their background, no matter their status, they will all be killed … "
It was like a stone that caused a thousand ripples. Everyone's face was filled with intense shock.
Laing's spirit and boldness could reach such a level!
No king would dare to wipe out half of the nobles in the country in one go, but Laing dared!
No monarch dared to link the supreme position with merits, but Laing dared!
No ruler would have the guts to use talents so freely, but only Laing dared!
Even though Duque's actions behind the scenes had caused shocking losses to the nobles and placed it in front of Laing as a fait accompli, even though Duque had used the great crisis of the country's destruction to blackmail Laing, in the end, it was still Laing who made the decision.
Laing had made the wisest decision. No, it was even wiser than Duque had expected. It was already the realm of a great man.
Based on these three points, as long as Laing's Stormwind did not really destroy the country, and as long as Laing's bloodline and policies could continue, Laing was bound to leave a thick stroke in the history of humans in Azeroth.
Everyone present felt that their souls had received some kind of mysterious sublimation at this moment. If the resistance against the invasion of the tribes was a glorious hymn, an epic that originally did not belong to a single person, then at this moment, there was only one protagonist — Laing Wrynn.
"For humans — for Azeroth —" Laing shouted.
"For humans — for Azeroth —" Duque, Andoine, and the others echoed in unison.
The feeling of excitement lingered for a long time. Everyone's chest rose and fell violently. They looked at each other and saw the same smile in each other's eyes.
Laing glanced coldly at the nobles who had tried to force him to abdicate. "Gentlemen, you may leave now. It's time to discuss confidential military affairs. It has nothing to do with you."
Lothar and Duke Fordragon stepped forward at the same time. Beside them, more than 10 royal guards formed a fan shape.
The nobles' mouths twitched, and there was an unconcealable cowardice in their eyes. In the end, they did not protest anymore, and quietly left.
This scene was painted into a famous painting by a later artist based on the eyewitness account. It was auctioned off for a sky-high price of 3 million gold coins. The title of the painting was The End of the Decaying Era.
After the nobles left, the huge meeting hall seemed empty. Laing and the others immediately moved to a smaller, more private meeting room.
Including the guards, there were no more than 20 people in the meeting room.
But these people would become the core of Stormwind's power. If Stormwind could survive …
Bolvar was firmly on Duque's side just now. But now, he was the first to speak up. "Oh, my wise Archmage Marcus. Although I would like to thank you for helping the kingdom get more than 50 ships, I can't take it anymore. When you and Lothar went to save the situation, the kingdom lost nearly 3,000 elite soldiers. This is the total number of those who died and could no longer go to the battlefield. "
Everyone's expression was ugly. The kingdom could not afford to train a qualified soldier for too long. Even if the speed of transporting soldiers and civilians could be nearly doubled, the current situation was that the line of defense would likely collapse before that.
Laing walked over and put one hand on Duque's shoulder. He looked calmly into Duque's eyes. "I will not regard what you just did as an attempt to force me to abdicate. Stormwind has been sick for a long time. You just gave me the determination to cut off this rotten flesh. But the kingdom's new life still depends on the efforts of the younger generation. I think that since you gave me so many perfect answers before, you won't disappoint me this time, right? "
If Duque could so perfectly force the aristocrats to leave, but was unable to come up with anything useful in the following military conference, and was cheated by Stormwind, that would be a real joke.
But Duque was Duque!
A miraculous person who would never disappoint his supporters.
Duque smiled lightly: "Of course you won't be disappointed, Your Majesty. First, please allow me to introduce you to an important guest. Please, my follower, Itana, and the guest she has brought. "
Laing nodded with an indifferent smile.
The door of the meeting room opened. Not long after, a freckled female wizard wearing the wizard robe of the Stormwind Royal Family's wizard group entered with a guest.
The guest made the expressions of many of Stormwind's upper echelons stiffen.
Because the so-called guest turned out to be a goblin.
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