"In the end, something went wrong."

As dusk broke, Varian looked at the report in his hand with a heavy face, a text from MI7 that recorded disappointing news.

Today, the "Affirmative Action" operation launched at the same time in 12 counties and the royal capital of the country can be called very successful, Varian chose a very precise time, and launched this long-planned operation on a day that no one could have imagined, those more than 300 pioneer knights sent by him to the southern border of the kingdom rushed into the 7 southern counties in a surrounding posture after receiving the order, plus the help of the black dragon, none of the 4 great nobles of the seven southern counties escaped.

The local minor nobles are being quickly cleaned up, in much the same way as the actions that took place in the palace of New Stormwind, and Field Marshal Halver, who withdrew his troops from the forest of Felwood and returned to the kingdom. Wimbane entered the kingdom on the same day, and directly commanded the Seventh Army to take over the communication arteries of the five counties from the north, completely cutting off the communication between the entire internal coup kingdom and the outside world.

Varian did not kill all the minor nobles roughly, he gave these small nobles the opportunity to choose, this is not in some kind of benevolence and generosity, but a practical need, after uprooting the imperial aristocracy, in the new political system, there is also a need for many officials who can quickly adapt to the new environment, and the small nobles do not have much resources themselves, so the contradictions with the people are not as acute as the big nobles.

These small nobles, 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 nobles.

However, in the five northern counties, there was an omission, and in the new northern county, which bordered the kingdom of Lordaeron, the wing of the Seventh Legion was blocked by the private soldiers united by the local nobles, and although the Seventh Legion completely annihilated the large number of private soldiers after an hour of fierce fighting, it gave the nobles a chance to escape.

"More than 30 landed nobles have fled to neighboring countries, including Duke Vyshak, who is very powerful in the north, but given the intertwined relationship between that duke and the other two kingdoms, perhaps letting him go is the right choice."

Wendthall, who had been working hard for days, whispered to Varian:

"Visak isn't an enlightened man like Duke Eberlock, but he doesn't get involved in the meetings of the insatiable guys, he takes royal power and aristocratic power very seriously, he's an old-school conservative, and he's in close contact with many of the big nobles in Lordaeron, but seriously, he's actually more on your side than the nobles who are in private connection... Although there are some conflicts of ideas between you. ”

"I don't have much of a bad feeling for Vyshak, Wendsol."

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

"Actually, I don't have any ill feelings towards most of the nobles in the kingdom, although they try their best to limit my power, but I know that this is just human nature, no one wants to be taken away from their own hands, let alone the power that can make people lose themselves, so this is not a personal vendetta..."

"The only thing I feel guilty about is that so many people have lost their lives in the things I've done for this country... Blood. ”

Varian put his hands in front of his eyes, they were extremely clean, covered with calluses from when he held his sword, but in the eyes of the king, they exuded a thick blood, which could not be washed clean for a lifetime.

Wendsor thought that his king had become a little more sentimental, and he wanted to comfort Varian, but after a few moments, the king stood up and walked to the window, and from where he was, he could clearly see the servants of the palace, desperately cleaning the blood that flowed from the stone slabs, and the blood seemed to be unable to wipe it clean.

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

The king whispered:

"My adoptive father, Emperor Lothar, always wanted to reform the empire, but he was born at the wrong time, he dedicated his life to this empire, how can we let him down, I am just doing what he hasn't finished yet... This is a righteous thing, and I know in my heart that what I am doing is right, and I am on the side of justice. ”

"Ugh"

Wendthor looked at the king's back in the twilight with a gentle gaze, and he said with relief:

"The way you look reminds me of King Lane, who hesitated in the face of the orc invasion of the Stormwind Kingdom, but in the end he did not leave his people behind and escaped alone, and he also said that in order to uphold justice, we must make sacrifices... Still, did you know? What you just said actually reminds me of another person. ”

"Oh? Who? ”

Varian turned his head, a smile flashed across his face, it was clear that he knew who the old marshal was talking about, and the king looked at Wendsol, who shrugged his shoulders:

"Tyrion. Dawn Blade, the phrase he always hangs on his lips is..."Our cause is just", it's unimaginable, right? His Majesty, a true demon king, believes in his heart that he is doing righteous things, and in terms of the current state of the federal civilization, his so-called justice may not be a joke..."

"That's why I respect him sometimes, Wendsol."

Varian nodded, and he reached out to pick up his alien longsword, the kingdom's swordsmiths forged a very delicate scabbard for the Imperial sword, allowing Varian to carry it in his hand without having to carry it behind him at all times.

The king carried his sword and reached out to push Wendsor's wheelchair, and as the two of them walked through the passages of the palace, Varian whispered to his most trusted subordinate and old friend who had gone through the test:

"I put me under such terrible pressure just by transforming a kingdom in this cruel way..."

"Tyrion is transforming the whole world in a more cruel way, if he has a heart, he has feelings, then his pressure is probably ten times or even a hundred times more than mine, and from this will alone, he deserves my respect... and, learning. ”

Windsor smiled, not commenting on Varian's words, and the king walked in the court, he was still the same as before, bowing slightly to anyone he met, and everywhere he went, those court servants also respectfully made way for the king as in the past, Varian didn't care about this, but Windsor keenly felt from the trembling bodies of those servants that these people had another emotion for Varian in addition to respect...

Fear!

The king, who had always been gentle with everyone, had killed at least 200 nobles in his court in a single day, not out of anger or personal emotion, but because of a law issued by the king, which, really, was more frightening than the execution of 200 commoners.

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

Respect and fear are both qualities that a good ruler should have, and a good ruler like Varian deserves both, and the fear of his subjects is also a very useful weapon for a ruler, especially for the things that Varian is about to do.

On the main square of the church in New Stormwind City, almost the entire city of civilians gathered here at this time, and in the midst of the crowd, it seemed that something very important was about to happen.

And in the center of the square, a tall building stood, not a sacred statue of the Holy Light, nor some kind of symbol of royal power, but something more chilling.

Composed of two sturdy wooden stakes, on the beams hung a heavy, sharp guillotine, the heavy blade of which was triangular in shape, and the blade shone with a chilling light in the twilight sun, this stake was three meters high, and under the stake was a special execution table, with a cold face, and the executioners in red masks held chains to the highest point.

Anyone with even the slightest understanding of engineering can imagine from this terrible shape that once the guillotine fell, the neck of the prisoner placed on the image table would be smoothly cut open in an instant, and perhaps the victim would die in the midst of blood gushing without even feeling the pain.

Earlier today, they found the "Affirmative Action Act" posted at various street corners, compared to the border areas of southern Xinjiang, in the royal capital, there were guards loyal to the king at every street corner, loudly explaining the meaning of this law to the surrounding people, and the people of New Storm City are also people from the metropolis, and they have a deeper understanding of the inner meaning of this kind of law than civilians in other places.

They knew very well that the good days of the noble lords were over...

And in the afternoon, a more exciting news came, His Majesty the King was going to behead several of the country's big nobles at dusk, which can be regarded as real big news, after lunch, the people of various urban districts spontaneously rushed to the church square, the atmosphere was very chaotic for a while, but fortunately, there were king's guards on duty in advance, and the clergy of the cathedral took care of it, so there was not much chaos.

"The king is coming! Your Majesty is here! ”

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

I don't know if it was a cheer or a strange anticipation that spread through the crowd, and although it was almost dusk, this enthusiasm did not cool down as the sun set in the west, until Varian. When King Ureon appeared on the platform above the church square and waved to the people, this strange emotion reached its peak at this moment.

The people who have been given all kinds of power may not know what that power means, but they know at least 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 by his servants, and in the storm of change of the new era he had started with his own hands, he didn't need these carefully prepared rhetoric, he had a ripple in his heart.

"My people! People of Stormwind! Sons of the Stormwind Kingdom! I'm Varian. Wrynn, is the king of this country with you, but from today I will become a symbol... It represents the power of the royal power and the nobility that have gone away. ”

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

His Majesty's voice echoed in the church square, the noise of the people was still there, but it was much quieter, and many people raised their eyes to listen to their king's speech, and some young people looked at Varian with admiration on their faces, eager to join the king's side now.

"Many nobles called me a traitor before they died! I know... As the biggest nobleman in the Stormwind Kingdom, I betrayed my class, and I personally set off a reckoning of the nobility, and even gave up the power of the king because of this, but this... It's worth it! ”

Varian shared his inner thoughts with the people who listened to him, and in this moment he was more like a leader who had grown up among the people than a king, and more suitable to be the leader of the people than the pretentious nobles.

"We have given up the bloodline of the nobility, we have given up the grand history of the Stormwind Kingdom in the past, we no longer define ourselves by the great deeds of our ancestors, but we have poured more hope into what we can do in the future... The great deeds of our ancestors belong to our ancestors, and our lives, the future of the Kingdom, need to be practiced by ourselves. ”

"Unfortunately, the nobles are ahead of the wheel of history, and I have to abandon them... Just to seek a better and more worthy of our efforts and dedication, a society in which all people can live freer and richer, a perfect era imagined by the Emperor of Lothar and planned for us..."

"I'm not King Varian. The identity of Urian is here! My friends, my brothers and sisters! ”

Varian took off the little crown from his head, and under the gaze of the people, he placed the crown in the chest in the hand of the squire, and he opened his arms and said in a deep voice:

"Today, I symbolize the freemen of the Stormwind Kingdom, the head of state, a Varian who stands with you and the people. The identity of Wryon came here... Say goodbye to the last of the nobles. ”

"I have brought freedom and equality to this country!"

"From now on, no one will be able to take them away from us!"

The moment the king's words fell, the whole square thundered with joy, and the king voluntarily gave up his crown, but a crown of the hearts of the people was put on the king's head, and everyone cheered Varian. Wrynn's name, imprinted it into his spirit and soul.

"Execution!"

The Chaldean Archbishop, dressed in black and standing beside the king with the verdict in his hand, made a gesture, and the next moment, a fat nobleman with his hands trapped and wearing a gorgeous robe was escorted to the execution table, it was Count Nelson who was captured by Countess Presto, 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 Storm Kingdom, hereditary earl, in the past 8 years, at least 200 of the 438 recorded disappearances in the salt mine county have been identified as having been related to this earl, in the past 4 years, he has embezzled a total of 2.3 million gold coins in taxes belonging to the state and the people, and has appropriated the land of 546 citizens for illegal salt mining, and has engaged in private trade with the goblin black merchants of Caves, armed a private army of more than 1,300 people, with the intention of splitting the country..."

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

"Casa. Nelson... Death penalty! ”

The nobleman, whose mouth was gagged, was pressed to the guillotine by two executioners, and after the rags in his mouth were removed, his shrill boar-like howl rose to the sky, filled with endless resentment:

"Varian! Varian! You damned traitor! Pigs! Everything you have done will not be forgotten by other nobles! The entire empire will become your enemy! You and your untouchables will be put to death! I'll be in hell! I will be waiting for you in hell!! ”

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

Where is there a trace of aristocratic temperament in this death-facing counterattack, and his vicious voice has aroused the anger in the hearts of the people, but it is like the most perfect end of this ceremony, countless people are waving their fists and shouting excitedly, and the shouts of tens of millions of people gradually converge into a roaring and reverberating voice:

"Kill him!"

"Cut off his head!"

"Kill him!"

At the roar of the people, the executioner loosened the chains in his hands.

"Bang

In the rapid swing of the black chains, the heavy guillotine whistled and slashed, Nelson's head was easily chopped off, and the screams of the people reached the extreme the moment when the headless body spurted blood.

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

"Waiting for me in hell? You're kidding. ”

"With Tyrion's way of acting, where a vicious, filthy and innocent soul like yours goes, can you still have a chance to watch the show easily?"

"Dream on..."