MTL - Live Streaming: Azeroth-Chapter 18 Who is the clown?

A few hours ago, Silvermoon City.

As the orcs began to withdraw their troops in an orderly manner, the senior officials of Quel'Thalas who had been trapped in Silvermoon City for many days felt that a big stone had been put down in their hearts.

Although the army of forest trolls and a small number of orc clans were still surrounding the city, Anasteria could no longer feel the huge psychological pressure that was like a thorn in his back.

The orcs entered Azeroth from Draenor through the Dark Portal only a few years ago.

Because Quel'Thalas paid little attention to the years of war between the Horde and the Alliance, they knew little about the orcs.

When people face unknown enemies, they will inevitably bear more pressure. Only most of the fears of living things come from the unknown.

In contrast, the high elves have fought against the forest trolls for thousands of years, and they are more calm and relaxed when facing familiar old opponents.

Hearing the eagerly awaited cheers from the people in the city who heard the news, Anasteria also had a faint smile on his face, as if he was greatly relieved.

After being on the front line for more than ten days, she was awakened every day by the desolate attack horns of the orcs. Anastria, who was already old, had long felt exhausted.

Watched by members of the Silvermoon Council and a large number of soldiers and civilians, the tired Anasterian boarded the magic float under the elite **** headed by Thalorian, and headed towards the court of the Sunstrider. .

In a place that Anasteria couldn't see, several gorgeously dressed nobles looked at each other with obvious dissatisfaction in their eyes.

"Sure enough, we can't count on stupid trolls and orcs, we can only rely on ourselves."

"This time our action is a bit big, and it may arouse the suspicion of the old guy. Let's hide our strength and bide our time for a while."

"Mr. Delashire, the work on the table is entrusted to you. Don't let us down."

Silvermoon councilor Darkan Drahir hastily bowed his head respectfully and replied, "Yes, my lords, please go slowly."

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

After several high-ranking and powerful nobles left contentedly, Darkan raised his head slowly, looked at the backs of these people, and a cold light flashed imperceptibly in his eyes.

‘A group of idiots, the Sunstriders have stood at the pinnacle of power in Quel’Thalas for nearly 7,000 years, and the prestige accumulated over thousands of years can’t be easily shaken by you wastes who only know how to enjoy the shadow of their ancestors. '

Since settling in Eversong Forest, in order to completely draw a line with the night elves in Kalimdor, most of the great nobles who followed Dath'Remar to the east changed their surnames.

They abandoned all words related to the moon and night, and instead added affixes such as Huo, Yan, Chen, Sun, and Yang to their surnames on a large scale.

Flame Eagle, Sun Shadow, Fire Feather, and Morning Light, these four families have been supporters of Dath'Remar since the rise of Dath'Remar.

After the founding of Quel'Thalas, in order to thank these high elves for their uncomplaining and unrepentant assistance over the years, Dath'Remar personally conferred on them the title of duke, which is the highest hereditary replacement.

Under normal circumstances, the titles conferred by the king are only valid in the present and cannot be passed on to future generations. Only hereditary titles can break the rules.

However, hereditary aristocracy can also be divided into ordinary hereditary and hereditary nobility.

For ordinary hereditary titles, each generation will be automatically lowered.

For example, for a hereditary duke during the founding of the country, the title will be reduced to a marquis when it is passed on to his son, and then it will be reduced to an earl, a viscount, and the lowest to a baron.

If the descendants of the hereditary nobles make contributions, it will be much easier to raise the title than other non-hereditary nobles, which is called rejuvenation with merit.

Sangunar and Deep Shadow are living examples. These two families both obtained hereditary earl titles due to their meritorious service during the Troll War.

More than two thousand years have passed, and the Sangunal family, which led the conquest, had a hard time getting a chance to stand out in peacetime. The title was dropped again and again, and only the baron was left in this generation.

And it is easier for the Deep Shadow Family, which has been in charge of the Backlight Blade all year round, to get credit. After all, espionage work is also required in peacetime.

In other words, it is precisely because the external world is too peaceful that internal defenses need to be stepped up.

The current owner of Deep Shadow, Welles, is now a viscount. It is said that he is expected to restore the title of earl passed down by his grandfather in his lifetime.

The hereditary succession is different. No matter how many generations are passed on, the title will never decline, and the descendants of the duke will still be dukes.

Due to the great symbolic significance of hereditary nobility, it usually only appears when the meritorious officials from the dragon are entrusted during the founding period.

Dath'Remar has only granted the honor of hereditary dukes to four families in total, and the irony is that these four families have all challenged the Sunstrider's dominance thousands of years after Dath'Remar's death.

Most of the nobles of Quel Lathas when the country was founded can only enjoy life on the merits, and the descendants cultivated rarely have talents that can be used.

However, they have a very profound background accumulated over thousands of years, and even in modern times they still have a good voice in Quel'Thalas.

What should I do if I can't produce talents who can push me to the top?

Solicit externally.

The Lord's descendant, Darkan Drahir, entered the Silvermoon Council with his fairly capable ability precisely because of the appreciation of the Sun Shadow family.

Councilor Yinyue, who had a similar experience with Darkan, was gradually called a republican by political and business celebrities because of the same demands for system reform.

Anyone with a clear mind knows that standing behind these Silver Moon councilors are those hereditary duke families who dare to wrestle with the Sunstrider royal family.

Compared with these big nobles who are always thinking about fighting for power and profit, the new generation of meritorious nobles who participated in the troll war did not degenerate so quickly.

Most of these new nobles, mainly earls and viscounts, are firmly united with the Sunstrider royal family and become the mainstay of the royal party's power.

Of course, it is inevitable that there will be people like the Drahir family who can't stand the temptation of power and interests and switch to the republican faction.

Dar'Khan could see clearly that Anasterian, though he had grown obstinate with old age, was not completely insane.

The meritorious Sun King who resolutely decided to form an alliance with humans to fight against trolls, even in his twilight years, still shows his edge from time to time.

Darkan's ability to climb to this position is definitely not due to nepotism, he has already mastered the rules of the officialdom.

People who are too outstanding are likely to arouse the vigilance of the Sun King, and those who occasionally make small mistakes will not be stared at by the royal family's sharp knife all the time.

‘Wait and see, people who cross the red line unprepared are bound to suffer backlash when things calm down...but that’s not a bad thing for me either. '

Looking up at the aristocratic district in the northeast of Silvermoon City, a trace of sarcasm flashed in Darkan's eyes.

‘After all, who wants to have a collar around his neck all the time? '

…

Stepping into the study room of the Sunstrider King's Court, the screen left and right, and the tired look on Anasteria's face quickly faded away.

"How's the investigation going?"

A figure suddenly appeared in the empty study room except for the Sun King.

Judging by the standards of the high elves, this person's appearance is ordinary, but he is wearing rather luxurious clothes.

Respectfully bowing his head to salute Anasteria, someone from UU Reading www.uukanshu.com suppressed his voice so that only Anasteria could hear it.

"I have sent Valeera Sangunar to join Vereesa Windrunner in the southern part of the forest."

"Previously, the army of the tribe has been blocking the connection between the north and the south. With the active retreat of the orcs, the number of red dragons has been greatly reduced. The strength of the blockade is bound to be worse than before. There should be news back soon."

"Red Dragon…"

Anasterian frowned gravely.

As a horse king who has personally experienced the battle of trolls, he can look down on the defeated trolls, and even the orcs who have nothing but force but no cultural heritage.

But even Anasteria, who had full confidence in Quel'Thalas, did not dare to underestimate such a powerful legendary species as the Dragon Clan.

"I didn't expect the orcs to be able to drive the red dragon, even if it's just a young dragon, it's surprising enough."

Anasterian stroked his beard suspiciously: "Villes, have you found out the origin of these red dragons?"

"As far as I know, dragons never intervene in fights between mortal races. Why do they obey the orders of orcs, an alien invading race?"

"about this point…"

Welles Deep Shadow took out a roll of encrypted sheepskin letters from his arms, held them in both hands and handed them to the Sun King.

"This is the information sent by Prince Kael'thas from Dalaran, which records the findings of the Kirin Tor Council's investigation into the origin of the red dragon."

"Kael'thas..."

Knowing that the information came from her only son whom she had not seen for a long time, Anasteria's eyes showed a soft look unconsciously, and she couldn't wait to unfold the parchment scroll and read it patiently.

Not long after, his snow-white eyebrows gradually wrinkled into a ball.

"The soul of the dragon?"