Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 164: Fight

Those were white gloves made of ice, thin as a cicada's wing. Although they were made of ice, they were indeed the shape of white gloves.

So...what does Duke mean?

"Whoever doesn't agree can come and fight me!! Who? Who else!?"

The nobles were silent as a cicada, not daring to say a word.

Duke roared like thunder: "That's right! I insulted you! I look down on you! If nobles are cold and selfish, afraid of death, disregarding the law, corrupt and decadent, and self-proclaimed noble! Then this noble... I don't want to be the earl anymore!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole room fell silent.

You don't want to be an earl anymore? If it were peacetime, the nobles would immediately roar and get angry. What the hell do you think of the reputation of the Stormwind?

But now, Duke is really indispensable.

Almost all the sailors and fishermen were Duke's men. Duke, who had recaptured the warship, suddenly became very popular in the navy. There were also the Naga and Murloc legions whose strength was unknown.

Countless people now only remember the Sea King Duke who saved everyone's lives, the Duke who risked his life to kill the orc camp and burned 100,000 orcs, and the Duke who fought desperately to kill the Demon King for the survival of mankind, but they unconsciously forget the failed King Llane whose territory was lost.

It is no exaggeration to say that, whether admitted or not, Duke has become a banner of hope in the hearts of the people.

Now the Duke says this earl is unworthy?

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

Without Duke, Stormwind's entire defense line might collapse within a few days, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians would be wiped out by the orcs.

To some extent, it should be that the impoverished Stormwind could not accommodate a great god like Duke.

Yes! Now it is Duke who is forcing the palace!

Llane stood up and looked at Duke in disbelief. He never thought that things would develop to this point - Duke stood completely against the aristocracy he was defending.

But he couldn't even say "no".

Duke suddenly turned around, staring at King Llane with piercing eyes: "Yes! I not am forcing the king to abdicate! I am not asking for more power, I am just forcing your majesty to wake up!"

Duke took a step forward with his chest puffed out and his stomach in. "No one is born noble! People are only noble because of their noble deeds! This is true of Emperor Thoradin who founded the Arathor Empire. This is also true of the previous king who led the abandoned people to this valley and founded the Stormwind thousands of years ago. Why is it noble? Why did the previous king set the iron rule that no one can be granted a title without military merit?"

The entire meeting room fell into silence, with only the sound of wind blowing through the windows. Not only the king, duke and other high-ranking officials present, but even the royal guards who were accompanying them seemed to be lost in thought. They stroked the lion carvings on the hilts of their swords with a thoughtful look in their eyes.

Duke's voice continued.

"Why? Isn't it for today!? For today, when humanity is in danger of extinction, there will be a hero and leader who is truly worthy of his status, leading the people out of the predicament and out of despair!?"

In the hall, the eyes of the nobles dimmed in fear, but the eyes of Llane, Anduin, Bolvar and the guards lit up.

"Stormwind is doomed to fall, but one day in the future, when we want to recapture Stormwind, when we want to revive this great kingdom...please answer me, great and wise Majesty Wrynn." At this point, Duke suddenly raised his head, staring directly at Llane with his sharp eyes:

"Are you counting on these so-called nobles who abandoned their people and fled with their wealth when disaster struck to serve you? Or are you placing your hopes on those warriors who are truly willing to fight to the death for the future of all mankind!?"

"Tell me - His Majesty Llane Wrynn! And everyone present with open eyes! Tell me, who do you choose? "The heart-shaking words were filled with sharp clanging. Every stone brick, every wall decoration, and every inch of ceiling in the entire hall were echoing Duke's questions.

In just a moment, every truly courageous person present drew their swords and raised them high.

"I choose Edmund Duke!" Windsor, who once saved the king's life, stepped forward first. This was the choice of the kingdom's loyal ministers.

"Edmund Duke!" The upright Duke of Fortagan stepped out and raised his sword. This was the choice of the kingdom's important ministers. Beside him, nearly ten other high-ranking nobles, who were famous for their uprightness, also raised their swords.

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

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

Reginald Windsor, Bolvar Fordragon, Anduin Lothar... all the heroes who became well-known in later generations expressed their attitudes with their actions. Even Prince Varian Wrynn, who was supposed to evacuate in the third batch of ships and was still listening in the council hall, raised his dagger and shouted in unison with them:

"Duke! Duke! Duke! Duke--"

The sound was like the howling of a violent wind, or like the thunder that penetrated the soul and landed heavily on Llane's heart.

Llane felt that he was in a world of great silence.

There was nothing in the world except his own voice shouting loudly. The voice that was becoming extremely clear and certain came from himself, from his ancestors, and from the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the survival and reproduction of mankind.

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

The hot blood led out from his heart, spreading to his limbs, to his internal organs, to every corner of his body, exciting and surging!

Standing at the fork in the road, his eyes seemed to see the future for a moment.

To the left, he seemed to see the Stormwind, which trusted its corrupt nobles, completely destroyed in flames.

To the right, he seemed to see the destroyed Stormwind City being reborn from the flames with the help of loyal and brave ministers such as Duke and Anduin.

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

For a moment, Llane was actually a little shocked.

He drew out the King's Sword, raised it above his head, and his eyes seemed to penetrate the mist of fate.

Llane, make up your mind!