A turbulent undercurrent has begun to roll within the city of Lordaeron.

"Bang"

With a loud noise, the closed door of the noble council chamber was kicked open, and Alsace, holding a complete holy sword in hand, appeared in front of the nobles who were holding a meeting, holding the neck of a knocked-out guard.

In the midday sun, Alsace stood there, letting the sun shine on his body. Behind him, the civilians followed their king and knocked down the guards who tried to stop them.

To be honest, no one dares to stop them in this land that belongs to the king. Who dares to stop the king?

When they saw Alsace appearing in the council chamber, some timid nobles stood up and ran away. Any noble with a brain knew that what they were plotting had been exposed!

And the judgment that belongs to them has come

"Dear gentlemen and ladies."

Arthas threw aside the unconscious guard in his hands. He held the holy sword in both hands and stood at the door, looking at the crowded council hall in front of him. Almost all the high-ranking nobles in the entire city of Lordaeron were here.

He took a deep breath and said:

"I was disappointed to hear about the conspiracy you discussed in the dark, but I am also very fortunate that before the fire of conspiracy burned my son, I finally discovered a truth that I had ignored."

"This system, this framework, everything I have sworn to protect, the class I was born into, all of this, it is restraining me! Instead of protecting me."

"You don't want me to be king, because I can't be reduced to a rubber stamp controlled by you, and I can't sign my name to your disgusting ideas!"

"Bang"

The holy sword in Alsace's hand hit the ground hard, and amid the splashing bricks, his voice became louder and louder:

"And what I have experienced in the past, what I have seen, what I have learned, they all tell me that the Creator of Azeroth has never created humans above humans, nor has he ever created humans below humans.

The existence of nobles has become a cancer for this civilization. You are afraid of Varian because he will destroy all your privileges and destroy all your glory. Now, I want to tell you everything that is disgusting!"

Alsace raised the sword in his hand, and his tone became gloomy at this moment:

"If I can't protect my son, if I can't stick to my beliefs, if I can't bring a better future and hope to my people, then I don't deserve to be the king!"

"Everyone, I, Arthas Menethil, today, I declare here that I will no longer be the king!"

"You no longer need to be afraid of Varian, and you no longer need to be afraid of my brother."

"you"

"Start to be afraid of me!"
Chapter completed!