Chapter 178 Choose——

Those were white gloves as thin as cicada's wings made of the breath of ice. Although it was made of ice elements, it was indeed in the shape of white gloves.

So... what does Duke mean?

"Whoever refuses to accept it will come to a duel with me!! Who? Who else!?"

The aristocrats were silent like cicadas, and they didn't even dare to fart.

Duke roared like thunder: "That's right! I'm just insulting you! I look down on you! If nobles are indifferent, selfish, greedy for life and afraid of death, disregarding the laws of the country, corrupt and depraved, and self-proclaimed noble! Then this nobleman... my lord, I am not an earl Already!"

As soon as these words came out, the room was silent.

Not an earl anymore? If it was in peacetime, the nobles would immediately roar and go crazy. What the hell do you take the face of Stormwind Kingdom for?

But now, Duke is really indispensable.

Almost all sailors and fishermen were Duke men. After taking back the warship, Duke's reputation in the navy also reached its peak. There is also the Naga and the murloc army whose strength is unknown.

Countless people now only remember Duke the King of the Sea who saved everyone's lives, Duke who ventured into the camp of orcs and burned 100,000 orcs, and Duke who desperately killed the king of demons for the survival of mankind, but unconsciously The lost King Llane was forgotten.

It is no exaggeration to say that, regardless of whether he admits it or not, Duke is already a flag of hope in the hearts of the people.

Now Duke says this earl is inappropriate?

With Duke's strength, Duke's fame, and Duke's wealth, which human country would he not be a guest of honor?

Without Duke, the entire defense line of Stormwind City might collapse within a few days, and then hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians would be taken over by the orcs.

To some extent, it should be that the dilapidated Stormwind Kingdom cannot hold the great god Duke.

right! Now Duke is forcing the palace!

Ryan stood up and looked at Duke with disbelief. He never thought that things would develop to this point—Duke completely stood on the opposite side of the aristocratic class he defended.

Unfortunately, he couldn't even say a word 'no'.

Duke suddenly turned his head, staring at King Ryan with piercing eyes: "Yes! I'm forcing the palace! But I'm not asking for greater power, I'm just forcing Your Majesty to wake up!"

Taking a step forward boldly, Duke puffed out his chest and bowed his stomach: "No one is born noble! People are only noble because of their noble deeds! So is the Emperor Thoradin who founded the Arathor Empire. Thousands of years ago, he led the abandoned people to this land. The same is true of the previous kings who founded the Stormwind Kingdom in the valley. Why are they noble? Why did the previous kings set the iron law that no military merits can be awarded?"

The entire meeting hall fell into silence, only the sound of the wind passing through the window and passing the hall was left. Not only the king, duke and other high-ranking people present, but even the royal guards who were accompanying them seemed to be lost in thought. They stroked the lion carvings on the sword with thoughtful expressions in their eyes.

Duke's voice continued.

"Why? Isn't it just for today!? For today, when mankind is in danger of extinction, there can be heroes and leaders who can truly match their status and lead the people out of predicament and despair!?"

In the hall, the eyes of the nobles dimmed in fear, but the brilliance in the eyes of Ryan, Anduin, Bolvar and the guards brightened.

"Stormwind City is doomed 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, Your Majesty Wrynn." Speaking of this, Duke suddenly Looking up, looking straight at Ryan with sharp eyes:

"Are you counting on these so-called nobles who abandoned their citizens and fled with their wealth to serve you? Or are you counting on those warriors who are truly willing to fight to the end for the future of all mankind!?"

"Tell me—His Majesty Ryan Wrynn! And everyone present who has opened their eyes! Tell me, who do you choose!?" Every stone brick, every piece of wall decoration, and every inch of the ceiling in the hall echoed Duke's questioning.

In just a moment, every truly courageous person present drew their swords out of their sheaths and raised their long swords high.

"I choose Duke Marcus!" Windsor, who had saved the king's life, came out first, and this was the choice of the loyal ministers of the kingdom.

"Duke Marcus!" The upright Duke of Fortagan immediately came out and raised his sword, which was the choice of the important ministers of the kingdom. Beside him, nearly ten other high-ranking nobles who were famous for their uprightness raised their swords high.

"Duke!" Sir Lothar, the lion of Azeroth, the king's youngest, the most loyal and courageous, also raised his long sword and made his most important choice.

"Father! I choose Duke!" Varian Wrynn, the only heir to the kingdom, the future king, and the future legend, made a choice to bet on the future of the entire kingdom!

Reginald Windsor, Bolvar Fordragon, Anduin Lothar... Heroes who are well-known in later generations have shown their attitudes with actions, even those who were supposed to be in the third batch of ships After evacuating, the prince Varian Wrynn, who is still listening in the chamber, also raised his dagger and shouted in unison with them:

"Duke! Duke! Duke! Duke—"

This sound, like a howling wind, like a nine-day thunder that penetrated the soul, crashed into Ryan's heart.

Ryan felt that he was in a world of utter silence.

There is nothing in the world, only my own heart is crying out strongly. The voice that is becoming extremely clear and precise comes from himself, from his ancestors, and from the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the survival and reproduction of human beings.

Countless voices converged into a unique force, pushing him to make a choice at this fork in fate.

The fiery blood roared and rolled out from his heart, spread to his limbs, to his internal organs, and to every corner of his body, passionate and surging!

Standing at the intersection, his eyes seemed to see the future for a moment.

To the left, he seemed to see the Kingdom of Stormwind, which relied on corrupt nobles, completely destroyed in flames.

To the right, he seemed to see the ruined Stormwind City reborn from the flames with the cooperation of Duke, Anduin and other loyal and capable ministers.

Yes, he may not be able to see the end of this heroic epic. The new era must belong to the next generation. However, he was able to write the most brilliant beginning of this great human epic.

For a while, Ryan was a little shocked beyond his control.

He drew out the king's sword and raised his head high, his gaze seemed to penetrate the fog of fate.

Ryan, make up your mind!

It was supposed to be released at six in the evening, but the disconnection affected reading, so I posted it together.