Chapter 794 46. Change of the Storm. Cheers in Blood

"Eventually something went wrong."

At dusk, Varian looked at the report in his hand with a serious expression. It was a text sent back by MI7, which recorded a disappointing news.

Today, the "Affirmative Action" campaign launched simultaneously in 12 counties and royal capitals across the country is very successful. Varian chose a very precise time to launch this long-planned campaign on a day that no one could have imagined. After receiving the order, the more than 300 pioneer knights sent by him to the southern border of the kingdom rushed into the seven southern counties in an encircling manner. With the help of the black dragon, none of the four great nobles in the seven southern counties escape.

And those local minor nobles are being quickly cleaned up, and the cleaning mode is almost the same as what happened in the palace of New Stormwind City. On the same day, Field Marshal Halford Wyrmbane, who withdrew from Felwood Forest and returned to the kingdom, Entering the Kingdom, he directly commanded the Seventh Legion to take over the traffic arteries of the five counties from the north, completely cutting off the communication between the entire Stormwind Kingdom and the outside world.

Varian did not brutally kill all the minor nobles. He gave these minor nobles a chance to choose. In the new government system, many officials who can quickly adapt to the new environment are also needed, and since the minor nobles do not have much resources, the conflict with the people is not as sharp as that of the major nobles.

These small aristocrats who are already in decline are actually objects that can be united. As long as they know the current affairs, they will not lose anything in this catastrophe against the aristocrats.

However, omissions eventually appeared in the five northern counties. In New North County, which borders the Kingdom of Lordaeron, the regiment of the Seventh Legion was blocked by private soldiers united by local nobles. Although the Seventh Legion was completely wiped out after an hour of fierce fighting It killed the huge number of private soldiers, but gave the nobles a chance to escape.

"More than 30 landed nobles fled to neighboring countries, including the Duke of Visak, who is very powerful in the north, but considering the intricate relationship between that Duke and the other two kingdoms, maybe let him leave That's the right choice."

Windsor, who has been working hard for several days, whispered to Varian:

"Vishak is not an enlightened person like the Duke of Ebonlocke, but he doesn't participate in the series gatherings of those greedy guys. He attaches great importance to royal power and noble power. He is an old-fashioned conservative, and Lordaeron Many of the great nobles here have close contacts, but to be honest, he is actually more inclined to your side than those nobles who are connected in private...Although there are some conflicts of ideas between you."

"I don't have much dislike for Veshak, Sir Windsor."

Varian put down the report in his hand a little tiredly. He rubbed his eyes and whispered:

"Actually, I don't feel bad for most of the nobles in the kingdom. Although they try their best to limit my power, I know that this is just human nature. No one wants to be taken away by others. Not to mention the power that can make people lose themselves, so this is not a personal grudge..."

"The only thing I feel guilty about is how many people lost their lives...blood in what I did for this country."

Varian put his hands in front of his eyes, those hands were extremely clean, covered with calluses from holding the sword, but in the eyes of the king, these hands exuded a rich blood, which could not be washed clean in a lifetime.

Windsor thought that his king had become sentimental, and he wanted to comfort Varian, but after a while, the king stood up and walked to the window. From his position, he could clearly see the servants of the palace , was desperately cleaning up the blood flowing on the slate, and those blood seemed to be impossible to wipe off.

"But I don't regret it, and I don't stop what I'm doing because of this guilt."

The king said softly:

"My adoptive father, Emperor Lothar, has always wanted to reform the empire, but he was born at the wrong time. He dedicated his life to this empire. How can we disappoint him? I'm just doing what he hasn't finished yet. .. This is a just thing, and I know in my heart that what I did was right, and I stand on the side of justice."

"Well"

Windsor looked at the king's back in the dusk with a gentle look, and he said with relief:

"Your appearance reminds me of King Ryan. He hesitated in the face of the orcs' invasion of the Stormwind Kingdom, but in the end he did not leave his people to escape alone. He also said that in order to uphold justice , we have to make sacrifices... But, you know what? What you just said actually reminded me of another person."

"Oh? Who?"

Varian turned his head, and a smile flashed across his face. Obviously, he knew who the old marshal was talking about. The king looked at Windsor, who shrugged:

"Tyrion Dawnblade, one of the words he always talks about is..."Our cause is just", it is unimaginable, right? Your Majesty Varian, a true demon king in his heart He firmly believes that he is doing righteous things, and in terms of the current state of federal civilization, his so-called justice may not be a joke..."

"So I sometimes respect him, Sir Windsor."

Varian nodded, and he reached out to pick up his special-shaped longsword. The swordsmith of the kingdom forged a very delicate scabbard for this imperial sword, allowing Varian to hold it in his hand without having to wait for a moment. Put this sword on your back.

The king held his saber and stretched out his hand to push Windsor's wheelchair. The two walked in the aisle of the palace. Varian whispered to his most trusted subordinate and old friend who had experienced the test:

"I just used this cruel method to transform a kingdom, and it put me under such terrible pressure..."

"Tyrion is transforming the whole world in a more cruel way. If he also has a heart and feelings, then his pressure is probably ten times or even a hundred times more than mine. Just in terms of this will, he is worth it. I respect...and, learn."

Windsor smiled, and did not comment on Varian's words, while the king was walking in the court, he was still the same as before, nodding slightly to anyone he met, and wherever he went , Those palace servants also respectfully made way for the king as in the past, Varian didn't care about it, but Windsor keenly felt from the trembling bodies of those servants, these people felt that Varian Another emotion besides respect...

fear!

This king, who was always gentle with everyone, killed at least nearly 200 nobles in his court today, not because of anger or personal emotions, but because of a law promulgated by the king Well, seriously, it's more terrifying than executing 200 civilians.

But Windsor doesn't think this fear is a bad thing...

Respect and fear are the qualities that a qualified ruler should possess, and an excellent ruler like Varian should have both at the same time. For a ruler, the fear of his subjects is also a must. A very useful weapon, especially for what Varian is about to do.

On the large square of the church in New Stormwind City, almost the entire city's civilians gathered here at this time. Amidst the din, it seemed that something very important was about to happen.

And in the center of the square, a tall building stands there. It is not a sacred sculpture representing the Holy Light, nor is it a symbol of praising kingship. It is something that makes people feel even more chilling.

It is composed of two solid wooden stakes. A heavy and sharp guillotine is hung on the beam. The thick blade is in the shape of a triangle. Under the evening sun, the blade shines with a chilling light. It is three meters high, and under the wooden stake is a special execution platform with indifferent faces, and the executioners wearing red masks are holding chains and fixing the guillotine at the highest point.

Anyone who has a little understanding of engineering can think from this terrible shape that once the guillotine falls, the neck of the prisoner placed on the image table will be cut smoothly in an instant, and the victim may even You can't even feel the pain, and you will pass away in the spurt of blood.

Under this execution platform, all the civilians in the entire New Stormwind City are in a strange and joyful posture. Earlier today, they found the "Affirmative Action" posted at various street intersections. Compared with the border areas in southern Xinjiang, In the capital, there are guards loyal to the king at every street corner, loudly explaining the meaning of this law to the people around them, and the people of New Stormwind City are also people from the metropolis, so they understand the inner meaning of this law deeper than that of commoners elsewhere.

They know very well that the good times of noble gentlemen are coming to an end...

And in the afternoon, a more explosive news came that His Majesty the King was going to behead several domestic nobles at dusk. This was really big news. They rushed to the church square spontaneously, and the atmosphere was chaotic for a while, but fortunately, there were guards of the king on duty here in advance, and the clergy of the cathedral were watching over them, so there was not much trouble.

"The King is coming! Your Majesty is coming!"

"His Majesty Varian left the palace to preside over the ceremony in person!"

I don't know whether it's cheers or weird expectations spreading among the crowd. Although it's almost dusk, this kind of enthusiasm hasn't cooled down because of the sunset of the sun, until Varian Uri When King En appeared on the platform above the church square and waved to the people, this strange passion reached its climax at this moment.

The people who have been endowed with various powers may not know what that power means, but at least they know that the nobles have been taking things from them, and this king has been giving them things... This is enough to make The people have a simple gratitude and adoration for Varian.

Amid the cheers of the people, Varian rejected the manuscript handed over by his servants. In today's storm of change in the new era opened by him, he doesn't need these carefully prepared rhetoric, and he has his own turmoil in his heart.

"My people! People of Stormwind City! People of Stormwind Kingdom! I am Varian Wrynn, the king of this country and you, but starting today, I will become a symbol... Represents the power of the king and the nobles who have gone away."

"A lot of people think I'm crazy!"

The voice of His Majesty the King echoed in the church square, and the noise of the people was still there, but it was much quieter. Many people raised their eyes to the sky to listen to their king's speech, and some young people were full of admiration. Looking at Varian, he wished he could join the king's side now.

"Many nobles called me a traitor before they died! I know... As the biggest noble in the Stormwind Kingdom, I betrayed my class. I set off a liquidation of the nobles with my own hands, and even gave up the king's power, but it's... well worth it!"

Varian shared his inner thoughts with the people who listened to him. At this moment, he was more like a leader who grew up among the people than a king, and he was more suitable to be the people than those posturing nobles. leader.

"We gave up the noble blood inheritance, we gave up the magnificent history of the Stormwind Kingdom in the past, we no longer define ourselves by the great achievements of our ancestors, but pour more hope into what we can do in the future... The great achievements of the ancestors belong to the ancestors, but our life, the future of the kingdom, needs to be practiced by ourselves.”

"Unfortunately, the nobles are standing in front of the wheel of history, and I have to give up on them... just to seek a better country that is more worthy of our efforts and sacrifices, a country where all people can live A freer and richer society, a perfect era imagined by Emperor Lothar and planned for us..."

"I didn't come here as King Varian Wrynn! My friends, my brothers and sisters!"

Varian took off the small crown on his head. Under the gaze of the people, he put the crown in the box in the hands of the attendants. He opened his arms and said in a deep voice:

"Today, I come here as a free citizen of the Stormwind Kingdom, as the head of state, as a Varian Wrynn who stands with you and the people... bid farewell to the last nobles."

"I have brought liberty and equality into this country!"

"From now on, no one can take them away from us!"

The moment the king's voice fell, the whole square cheered. The king voluntarily gave up his own crown, but a crown of the hearts of the people was worn on the king's head. Everyone was cheering Varian Wrynn's Name, imprint this name into your spirit and soul.

"Execution!"

The Archbishop of Chaldea, who was dressed in black and stood next to the king with the verdict, gestured. The next moment, a fat nobleman in gorgeous robes was put on the execution platform with his hands trapped. Earl Nelson, who was captured by the Countess of Prestor, under the gaze of the people, the Chaldean priest opened the verdict in his hand, and his deep voice sounded at this moment:

"Casa Nelson, the former lord of the Salt Mine County of the Stormwind Kingdom, hereditary earl, in the past 8 years, at least 200 of the 438 disappearances recorded in the Salt Mine County have been found to be related to this earl. In the middle of the year, a total of 2.3 million gold coins were embezzled from taxes belonging to the country and the people, and the land of 546 citizens was seized for illegal mining of salt mines. 1300 private soldiers, intending to split the country..."

"With the powers given to me by the Holy See of Holy Light and the Storm Council, I declare here!"

"Casa Nelson...death penalty!"

The gagged nobleman was pinned on the guillotine by two executioners. After the rags from his mouth were removed, his shrill howl like a wild boar soared into the sky, filled with endless hatred:

"Varian! Varian! You bloody traitor! Pig! What you have done will not be forgotten by other nobles! The entire empire will be your enemy! You and your pariahs will be executed! I Will be in hell! I will be waiting for you in hell!!"

"Varian! I'm in hell! Waiting for you!"

There was no trace of aristocratic temperament in this dying counterattack, and his vicious voice aroused the anger in the hearts of the people, but it seemed to be the most perfect ending of this ceremony. Shouting, the shouts of thousands of people gradually merged into a rumbling voice:

"Execute him!"

"Chop off his head!"

"kill him!"

Amid the roar of the people, the executioner let go of the chains in his hands.

"Clatter clatter"

As the black chains swayed rapidly, the heavy guillotine whizzed down, and Nelson's head was easily chopped off. At the moment when the headless body spewed out blood, the roar of the people reached its peak.

And Varian, in this carnival-like noise, he looked indifferently at the still twitching corpse, and sneered in his heart:

"Waiting for me in hell? You're probably joking."

"Based on Tyrion's style of acting, where did you, a vicious, filthy and evil-doing soul, still have a chance to watch the show?"

"Go dreaming..."