"Bang"

The delicate crystal cup slammed into the ornate wall, the delicate thing smashed into the wall, and knocked the ritual knife hanging on the wall off the stand, and in a sonorous collision, the sharp ritual knife was stuck on the ground, and the blade and handle were still buzzing.

The owner of this room, or rather, the lord of this castle, this palace, King Drake of Kul Tiras. Prodmoor's fist rested on the table in front of him, his eyes fixed on the projection of magic suspended in mid-air, which had been dropped by the spellcasters of Dalaran to every city in the entire world. Coronation of Ureon.

The ritual had come to an end, and in that clear projection, Varian with the quaint crown. Holding the scepter of the former Emperor Lothar, Ureon greeted the representatives of various forces from the whole world and the cheers of the people of the empire under the crown of the Pope and three kings and one queen, and the coronation ceremony was not luxuriously arranged, but even from the projection in front of him, the city thousands of miles away had become a sea of praise.

"Coward! A bunch of cowards! ”

The final item of the coronation ceremony is that Emperor Varian will address the people and the entire empire, but an enraged Drake no longer wants to listen to it.

The anger burning in his body burned like wildfire, and he roared with a twisted face, and swung his fist to smash the projection crystal on the table in front of him, the magic-supported image blurred, and then dissipated the next moment.

But it didn't work...

Because in the square of Port Brerals, a larger projection hangs in the sky, attracting the attention of almost the entire city.

"Turn it off!"

Drake covered his forehead, like a wounded warrior, and after venting his anger, he sat down weakly in his chair, and said to the other man in his room:

"Go turn it off!"

"It's too late."

Tamred leaning against the window. Prodmore glanced out, even in the center of the city, in the Prodmore Fortress, he could see the glittering projection of the edge of the city, and the sound of nothingness, he shook his head, took his glass, and said calmly to his brother:

"It was you who thought Varian would make a big fool of yourself to allow the mages to install this projection in the city, my mother and I persuaded you at the time, it was too risky, and now it turns out that my mother and I were right to dissuade you."

Tanred drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, and then held the navy knife at his waist, he ignored Drake's almost murderous gaze, but said to his brother as if he were deliberately provoking fire:

"It's not Varian who's making a fool of yourself now, it's you, Drake. Prodmore, King of Coultiras, the only king who did not appear at the coronation, without Anna, without my sister, the appearance of your sister, without her sacrifice, the whole of Coultiras would have become the laughing stock of the Empire! ”

"And what did you do with her? What to do with this poor woman who saved your reputation? ”

A vague hint of anger flashed in Tannred's calm eyes, and he looked at his brother, and said:

"You call Anna a traitor in front of your mother and me! You want her to get out of your country, and you declare that the woman who painstakingly persuaded you is no longer part of the Proudmore family... Tell me, Drake, are you crazy? ”

The withered-faced admiral had no interest in anything but war after his wife's death in the disaster, and in fact, if it weren't for what Drake had gone too far to do, he wouldn't have stepped down from his flagship moored in Port Bullarest.

Gianna came to Kurtilas to persuade Drake, but Drake sternly refused, and was verbally abused and banished. Lady Proudmore witnessed the breakup and quarrel between her son and daughter, which the elderly lady could no longer bear, and she fell into a fainting and was taken back to the Empire by Gianna.

After Dai Lin's death, the Proudmoor family, which supported each other to move forward, came to a moment of disintegration today, which made Tanred, who had no love, feel angry.

The people who were watching the magic projection thought that Princess Gianna was an emissary sent by King Derek to the Empire, so when Gianna appeared in the projection, the whole city cheered. Lady Prodmore is better known to the outside world, and the daughter of the sea is more like the true spokesperson of Kul Tiras's empire.

But the cheering people did not know what kind of terrible pressure and grievances the princess of their country was under, and how helpless she was to appear at the coronation ceremony on behalf of Kurtiras.

"You say I'm crazy?"

Drake heard his brother's questioning, he raised his head, looked at his brother with red eyes, and said in an incredulous tone:

"Anna accused me of being blinded by power, she said I had changed, turned into a disgusting political creature, she lived in the empire, with her husband and son, she already felt strange to me, but my brother... Do you think so too? You also think I'm greedy for the throne to resist Varian so madly. Wrynn? ”

"I'll tell you, Tamred!"

His Majesty Drake stood up, his fist beating his heart in excitement, and he roared like a beast:

"I don't care who becomes emperor at all!"

"It doesn't matter if it's Garin, or Alsace, if it's them who are crowned today! I will definitely go there myself! But Varian, but not Varian! It has nothing to do with the nobles! Their cowardly persuasion couldn't interfere with my decision, and this is Varian. The feud between the Ureon and the Proudmore family! ”

"He's a pawn of the Dark Blade! You've read the information that the agents have put together, and you've read it..."

Drake gritted his teeth and said:

"On the battlefield of the Northern Frontier War that year, many people saw that the sword of the Emperor of Lothar finally fell into the hands of Tyrion, how did Varian get that sword? His son was raised by the King of the Necromancy, Anduin. Wryon had risen through the ranks of the Order of the Silver Dawn, and in addition to his own efforts, wasn't there Tyrion's involvement? ”

"I said Anna was a traitor! It's because I think she's forgotten something..."

"She selectively ignores the power behind Varian, ignoring you and me, and what happened to her biological father, who turned our father into a monster! And now, Varian has become emperor, which means that the empire... The human empire that we are bent on guarding will also become the plaything of the dark blade! ”

"You are asking me if I am crazy, and I think it is more appropriate for you to answer this question, tell me, Thanred, have you, like Anna, forgotten about our father's disaster?"

"Are you going to think of yourself as an ostrich and forget that hatred?"

Drake's roar echoed through the room, and Tanred held on to the hilt of his sword, his face silent, and after a few minutes of confrontation, the admiral looked at his brother, he shook his head, and said:

"Varian is Varian, Tyrion is Tyrion, you can't transfer your hatred of Tyrion to Varian! I don't believe Varian is a loyal servant of Tyrion! It's simply impossible! ”

"I know, he was also a friend of mine, which is why I didn't take the fleet to Varian to settle scores!"

Drake breathed a sigh of relief, he looked at the ceremonial knife stuck in the floor, he was a little lonely, and a little stubborn said:

"I can allow him to return to his country, I can let him reform, I can even support him in exterminating the nobles... But only to become the emperor! No way! Until he clears his suspicions, he doesn't want me to bow down to him! I will not recognize him as emperor! ”

"So, because of your hatred, you'd rather drag the whole of Kul Tiras into the war?"

"We've spoken to my father more than once, and have you ever heard from him about his hatred of Tyrion? No! It's all made up by your own brain, sober, Drake! You are stubbornly pushing for a dispute and war that should not have happened at all! ”

Tannred looked at his brother who was drilling the horns, and he persuaded for the last time:

"Once the people discover your true intentions, do you think that the entire people of Kul Tiras will be on your side? The aristocrats of the country are on the move, they will not be willing to die, and you... You've just given them a perfect, chaos-mongering opportunity, and you're ruining the country with your own hands! You are a king, not a warrior, and your hatred cannot override your choices and thoughts. ”

"You! Don't do it! ”

"But that's what I did! Do you want to rebel against me? Brother! ”

Drake's anger swelled up, and his impulse broke through the shackles of reason, and he said to Tanred:

"Either you're on the side of the Proudmoors or you're on Varian's side, the choice is yours!"

"You! You don't represent Prodmore at all! ”

Tanred was also enraged by his brother's stubbornness, and the admiral untied the command knife from his waist and slammed it on Drake's table, and he looked at his brother without showing weakness, and he said word by word:

"Anna is right! You've changed! ”

"Maybe it's not power that changes you... It's hatred! ”

"You keep saying that Tyrion turned our father into a monster! Look at you, Drake, it's you who really turns into a monster! ”

"You want me to make a choice? Good! ”

"I'm quitting! Take your army to war yourself! When you drown in the hatred of nothingness, I will collect your body! ”

Seeing his brother walk out of the room, Drake tried to keep him, but he couldn't say a word, and the renegade looked at the Admiral's command knife on his desk, his mind dizzy, and he took a step back and staggered down in his chair.

"Oh my God... Oh, my God. ”

"What have I done..."

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"Boom, boom"

The day was gone, the night came, and that night outside the port of Bullalls, without warning, suddenly set off a violent storm, and the terrible storm fell on the whole city like hail, forcing people to hide in their rooms or taverns, boring to pass the night, and in the midst of the storm, lightning and thunder, a small sampan solemn by the fog slipped silently into the waterways of the city of Belarles, like a ghost.

It was unmanned, but in the mist, it sailed upstream, letting the storm blow without slowing down in the slightest, and the sampan finally docked behind the castle of Strongmore Fortress, and as the fog lifted, a tall figure strolled into its home that it had not returned to for a long time.

In the dark wind and rain, a pale lightning suddenly crossed the sky, illuminating the darkness, and also illuminated the figure belonging to Dai Lin who walked into the castle, the demon king of the sea did not carry his iconic trident, he was like an old man returning home, familiar with the road, bypassing all the guards, under the shroud of darkness, easily entered the castle of the fortress.

And everywhere he went, he left footprints soaked in seawater, and there was a slight cold breath.

At this time, King Drake of Kul Tiras. In Prodmore's room, the ruler was drunk, and he no longer had the majesty of a king, and he was lying in a pile of bottles, the glass windows of the room wide open, the green curtains swaying in the wind, and the icy rain splashing all over the floor of the room.

Drake was like a corpse in the water, as if there was no trace of life, he was in pain, and the entanglement of his mind hung over his body like a dark cloud, even a blind man could feel it.

The drunken Drake felt that his collar was grabbed by a pair of cold hands, and the next moment, the whole person was lifted into the air, and the cold that seeped into the soul made the alcohol on Drake's body quickly dissipate, but before he could say a word, a loud slap hit him on the cheek, and the force spun Drake's whole body in the air for several weeks before staggering and slamming to the floor.

In front of him, the expressionless Dai Lin stood in the wind of the window, the hair of the Sea Demon King was blown away, and in the light and shadow of the lightning, Dai Lin looked indifferently at his son who was trying to get up at his feet, and he asked in a cold tone:

"When did the heir of the House of Proudmoore turn into a weak drunkard?"

"When did my son become a coward who only hurts his family?"

"When did the king of Kul Tiras become a reckless man who provoked war at will?"

"Drake. Prodmore! You really... I'm disappointed! But I know that my son is not a person who only makes decisions based on feelings, so, you have a hard time, right? ”

"Then go ahead, kid, I'm waiting for your explanation!"