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“You’re right, Windsor, and then what?”

"And then, of course..."

Windsor suddenly froze. He realized the contradiction between what he had just said and Defias's behavior, and then he thought of the 'magnificent harvest' rumored by Countess Presto's troops.

“If Defias doesn’t feed them, they will fight Defias to the death. The current situation is that although you and I know that Defias has done a lot of evil things, most of the poor people in the Westfall who can’t afford to eat are still concentrated in Defias. So who do you think is making it so that they can’t afford to eat?”

"...It's Stormwind..."

After a long silence, Windsor finally uttered the answer he had never wanted to give.

“That’s why I did it, Windsor. The Defias are more reliable if the ranks are cleaned up rather than those militias. But since you’ll protest if I say from the beginning that I want to reorganize the Defias rather than the militia, I’ve kept it from you.”

This answer made Windsor smile wryly, and he shook his head slightly.

“If you lead the people of Defias to attack Stormwind, you will be regarded as a rebel, Your Majesty.”

"Heh~~"

Logos let out a sigh that was difficult to decipher.

"Do you think I won't be seen as a traitor if I don't bring Defias's people to Stormwind?"

—————————————Several hours later———————————————————

“King Varian, this is all the high-ranking members that Defias could gather, as well as members of other ranks who could come.”

Van Cleef stood beside Logosh and respectfully introduced him to the Defias Brotherhood members who were still whispering among themselves below the platform. Logosh nodded, drew his sword with a clang, and plunged it into the ground. Using the combat techniques he had learned from Rhaegar, Logosh made his voice resonate with the greatsword, creating a psychologically intimidating low growl.

“I am Varian, Varian Wrynn, King of Stormwind.”

Looking at the now quiet place, Logos spoke slowly. Immediately, there was another commotion below. Several people looked up at him, their eyes flashing with anger and hatred.

"I am aware of the injustice suffered by the Stonemasons Brotherhood. You built Stormwind City but did not receive the compensation you deserved. You wanted to explain everything to me and demand your payment, but under the manipulation of certain individuals, I expelled you, creating a bloody tragedy that should have been avoided..."

"So! You've come to apologize to us? You think you can use a few words to make us abandon our revenge?"

One of the members in the crowd shouted loudly.

"No, I have already agreed to your revenge."

"Then our first act should be to cut off your head! King Varian! Your blood will be the first step in our Gambian revenge!"

Then another member of the Brotherhood, whose identity was unknown, spoke up in the crowd, causing a commotion among the Brotherhood members who had been quiet. Some even gripped their weapons, waiting for Van Cleef to give the order to hack Logos to death.

However, what awaited them was Van Cleef's questioning.

“King Varian, you just mentioned the word ‘kind-hearted person,’ and I would like to know who he, or who they are. The Defias Brotherhood wishes to express their gratitude to ‘them’.”

"You don't believe his nonsense, do you! Chairman Van Cleef! He's the king! He's in cahoots with those nobles!"

Then voices rose from the crowd—still no one knew who they were.

“If they are ‘humans’.”

Logosh's words made one of the Defias Brotherhood members who had come here narrow his eyes, but before he could figure out whether Logosh was lying or telling the truth, a drone flew over his head and shot out a lightning bolt!

"Let me go! You..."

Before it could finish speaking, Windsor, who had been silently standing behind Logos, began chanting a strange incantation. With the chanting, the bound Defias member's appearance underwent a mad transformation. First, his body grew abnormally taller; then, black scales appeared on his exposed skin; and finally, sharp claws sprouted from his fingers…

"This...this!!!"

Watching their companion transform from a human into a monster in less than ten seconds, the Defias members in the hall panicked and had no idea what to do.

"Roar! Mortals! How dare you..."

Realizing it was completely exposed, the black dragonman hadn't even finished uttering its fine words when several G3 predators landed beside it. Powerful beams formed a network, slicing through its flesh, and instantly, its next words turned into screams of agony.

“Tell us your master’s name, and we will grant you a swift death!”

Logosh drew his greatsword, walked up to the black dragonman, and looked at it calmly with his eyes.

"You...you'll regret this! You'll regret going against Princess Onyxia! The Black Dragonflight...will burn your kingdom down!!"

"call out!!"

A silver sword flashed, and the black dragonman's head tumbled off its body, blood spurting high into the air. Then, the headless body collapsed limply to the ground.

Varian crouched down, picked up its head, and held it up to show the people around him.

“You all saw it, you all heard it, right? The members of the Defias Brotherhood, Onyxia and her Black Dragonflight, are the ‘people with a heart’ that I’m talking about!”

30. Stormwind City, where a storm is about to break.

After a black dragonman mixed in with the Defias Brotherhood was revealed on the spot and killed, the Defias Brotherhood no longer doubted that the incident years ago was deliberately orchestrated. The Black Dragonflight, the thing hidden behind the scenes, also easily explained why a series of things that the Brotherhood could not understand happened, including the Stormwind riot.

"From the very beginning, were we just pawns in the Black Dragon's game?"

Van Cleef looked at the black dragonman who was already dead on the ground, his tone neither sad nor happy. After realizing that the direction of his hatred that he had been sticking to all along was completely wrong, he suddenly felt confused.

“You are a pawn, I am a pawn, the council of nobles is a pawn, we are all pawns, but if the nobles had a little bit of mercy, none of us should be pawns.”

Logos wiped his greatsword with a cloth and sheathed it back on his back, while Van Cleef remained silent.

After a long silence, Van Cleef slowly spoke.

“I not only want to see the filthy corpses of those nobles, I also want to see the head of that black dragon named Onyxia.”

“You’ll see, Van Cleef. But before you see these things, I have to make some arrangements with the Defias Brotherhood.”

—————————————Half a day later——————————————————

"Over here, over here!"

"Keep the gunpowder here, don't let it get wet!"

"You are craftsmen from Ratchet, here to take over the shipbuilding work? This way!"

In the Deadmines, the Defias Brotherhood members who remained were working enthusiastically with Logos's reinforcements to prepare combat supplies, while Windsor followed Logos, patrolling the tunnels.

"With such stringent requirements, how come so many Defias members still stayed?"

"Do you think those requirements are unreasonable, Windsor?"

Logos greeted a sorcerer while speaking slowly and deliberately.

"Um... if they followed you and conquered Stormwind, then they should..."

"Promotion, wealth, and privileges for one's wife and children? And then the cycle repeats itself?"

"So, you intend to..."

From the series of unorthodox statements Logos made after entering the Deadmines, Windsor considered a terrible possibility, one so terrible that he dared not confirm it.

"This world is fraught with crisis, but the nobles of Stormwind Kingdom are only focused on what they have. The second orc invasion did not awaken them. Emperor Arathor rewarded the nobles to encourage them to overcome obstacles and lead the human kingdoms forward with their heads held high, not to let them eat their fill and indulge in boring infighting."

"..."

Windsor dared not speak. He had already realized that although the Varian King before him was also the Varian King, his way of thinking was completely different from that of the one in Stormwind! Just as Archmage Jaina had said, the king had left his noble side in Stormwind, while his warrior side was traveling with him!

“I am not planning to abolish the nobility system, but I do not want the title of noble to be disgraced. Some nobles, such as Marshal Lothar, have done what they should have done in their lives, and they deserve glory. Some nobles have accomplished nothing in their lives, so they should not be able to benefit their descendants. Some nobles are more trouble than they are worth, so they should be removed from their positions.”

“,,,,,,,”

Windsor remained silent. He could see that King Varian was preparing to overturn the millennia-old aristocratic system of inheritance that had existed in the Seven Kingdoms, and establish a more precise and centralized system of rewards! He didn't know if this was good or bad, but undoubtedly, if it were to happen, the status of the royal family would...

"I will not abolish parliament; on the contrary, I will expand it slightly."

Logos's words confused Windsor again; changing the system of noble succession and expanding the parliament seemed contradictory.

"The Stonemasons' Brotherhood's experience served as a wake-up call for me. Often, the voices of those below me don't reach my ears accurately. Therefore, the council should have its own members, and they should also have the right to discuss the Kingdom of Stormwind together with the nobles."

"...You didn't see those things I wrote for no reason in the Ratchet Library, did you, King Varian?"

Tannis's slightly conflicted voice rang out. In fact, she had only written those things for fun. After all, the subject matter was too complicated. As an ordinary person, she dared not say that what she wrote could really be applied to the various races or kingdoms of Azeroth.

"Storm Kingdom needs to change, and your book has given me a great idea for change. It has made some things clearer to me."

"...Okay, but a large part of what I said was just speculation and deduction. Applying it to real-world countries is risky."

“I know, but...”

Logos nodded and touched his chin.

"The Onyxia affair has given me a terrible answer: the current political system of Stormwind can be easily torn apart from within by those with ulterior motives. This time it was Onyxia, and tomorrow it may be Ny'Xia. Clearly, I, as the king, cannot outmaneuver them in these matters. To prevent similar things from happening in the future, I can only overturn the table and set up the chessboard according to my own rules."

————————————Stormwind, Black Dragon's Lair————————————————

"What did you say!!!"

Upon seeing the black dragonman who came to report, Onyxia, who had transformed into human form, completely lost her composure, not even noticing that she had knocked over the wine glass beside her.

"...The Defias Brotherhood has pledged allegiance to a man named Lo'gosh, who bears an uncanny resemblance to King Varian. Marshal Windsor has also been spotted with him. Meanwhile, he has men in Ratchet, Quel'Thalas, Kul Tiras, and the Horde. They seem to be preparing to attack Stormwind...Our infiltrators have all been discovered and killed by them using spells."

"...That bastard isn't dead...he's not dead!!! Damn Nefarian! You've really given me a... 'huge problem'!!!"

After a burst of impotent rage, Onyxia calmed herself down. She knew she hadn't completely lost yet. Now, all she had to do was use Stormwind's army to wipe out the 'rebels' and then chop off the heads of all the invading enemies!

"...I will succeed, I will succeed...No...I must prepare for the worst..."

Suddenly, Onyxia reached out and opened a portal, disappearing into it. The view behind the portal could be vaguely seen.

It was a cave, a cave with solid rocky ground and slowly flowing lava.

31. Inside Stormwind, outside Stormwind

"Ugh——"

Accompanied by a long whistle, a hybrid merchant ship flying the Ratchet flag slowly docked at Stormwind's pier. The dockworkers, who made a living on the pier, picked up their tools and went over, hoping for a chance to earn money.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

A well-dressed Stormwind City defense force pushed past the porters and walked onto the dock. The captain took out an order and handed it to the smiling goblin captain. Without waiting for the captain's reply, he led his men to search the dock.

“Sir, according to the rules, you cannot search our ship unless there is concrete evidence.”

Seeing the actions of the city guards in front of him, the goblin captain's face turned cold. He stretched out his left arm and blocked the guards.

“Goblin, this is the Duke’s order.”