It was a white glove made of ice breath, as thin as a cicada's wing. Although it was made of ice elements, it was indeed the shape of a white glove.

That…Duke means?

"Whoever is fucked up will come to duel with me!! Who? Who else??"

The nobles were silent and didn't dare to put a single fart.

Duke roared like thunder: "That's right! I'm just insulting you! I look down on you! If the nobles are indifferent and selfish, greedy for life and fear of death, ignore national laws, corrupt and degenerate, and claim to be noble! Then this noble... I am the Count, I am not accused of!"

As soon as these words came out, the whole room was quiet.

Don't be an earl? If the nobles roared and furious in peacetime. What do you think of the face of the Storm Kingdom?

But now, Duke is indispensable.

Almost all the sailors and fishermen were Duke's people. Duke, who had snatched the warships, suddenly reached its peak in the navy's reputation. There were also the unknown Naga and the Fishman Legion.

Countless people now only remember that there was Duke, a Neptune who saved everyone's lives, Duke, who ventured into the orc campfire to burn 100,000 orcs, and Duke, who fought to kill the demon king for the survival of mankind, but unconsciously forgot the failed king of the land, Ryan.

It is no exaggeration to say that whether you admit it or not, Duke is already a banner in the hearts of the people that symbolizes hope.

Now Duke says this count is inappropriate?

With Duke's strength, Duke's fame, and Duke's wealth, which human kingdom he went to was not a guest of honor?

Once Duke is not available, the entire defense line of Stormwind City may collapse within a few days, and then hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians will be taken away by the orcs.

To a certain extent, it should be that the dilapidated Storm Kingdom cannot accommodate Duke, the great god.

Yes! Duke is now forcing the palace!

Ryan stood up and looked at Duke with an unbelievable gaze. He had never thought that things would develop to this point Duke completely stood on the opposite side of the aristocratic class he maintained.

He couldn't even say the word "no".

Duke turned around, his eyes bright, staring at King Ryan: "Yes! I'm forcing the palace! But I'm not asking for greater power, I'm just forcing you to wake up!"

Taking a step forward, Duke straightened his chest and closed his abdomen: "No one has ever been born noble! People are only noble because of their noble behavior! This is the case with the Soladin, who founded the Araso Empire. The former kings who led the abandoned people to this valley a thousand years ago and founded the Storm Kingdom were also the case with the former kings. Why were they noble? Why did the former kings set the iron law that they could not be awarded without military merit?"

The entire chamber fell into silence, with only the sound of the wind passing through the window and passing through the hall. Not only the kings, dukes and other high-ranking people, but even the Wang guards who were accompanying the side seemed to be thinking. They stroked the lion carvings on the sword thigh, with a thoughtful look in their eyes.

Duke's voice continued to ring.

"Why? Not for today!? For like today, when human beings are in danger of perishment, there are heroes and leaders who truly stand out in their position, leading the people out of difficulties and get rid of despair!?"

In the hall, the nobles' eyes dimmed in fear, but the glory in the eyes of Ryan, Anduin, Bewal and the guards lit up.

"Stormwind City is destined to fall, but one day in the future, when Stormwind City is to be regained, when this great kingdom is to be revived... Please answer me, the great and wise Majesty Wrien." At this point, Duke suddenly looked up and looked straight at Ryan with his sharp eyes:

"Are you counting on these so-called nobles who abandon their citizens and escape with wealth when the disaster is coming? Or are you looking for those warriors who are truly willing to fight to the end for the future of all mankind!?"

"Tell me Your Majesty Ryan Wrien! There are also everyone present who has brightened their eyes! Tell me, who do you choose??" The heart-shaking voices were filled with a sharp and sonorous feeling. Every stone brick, every wall decoration, and every inch of ceiling in the entire hall was echoing Duke's questioning.

Only a moment later, everyone who had the courage to come out of their swords and raised the long sword in their hands.

"I choose Duke Marcus!" Wendersol, who once saved the king's life, took the lead in leaving the list. This is the choice of the loyal ministers of the kingdom.

"Duke Marcus!" The upright Duke Fertagen immediately stepped out and held up his sword. This was the choice of the important officials of the kingdom. Around him, nearly ten superior nobles who were famous for being upright raised their swords.

"Duke!" Azeroth's lion, the king's young man, the most loyal and courageous Sir Lothar, also held up his sword and made his most important choice.

"Father! I choose Duke!" The only heir of the kingdom, the future king, and the legend of the future generation Varian Wrien, made a bet on the future choice of the entire kingdom!

Reginad Windersol, Bervar Fertagen, Anduin Lothar... Heroes who were familiar with later generations expressed their attitudes with their actions. Even the prince Varian Wrien, who was supposed to evacuate from the third batch of ships and is still staying in the chamber to listen, raised his dagger and shouted in unison with them:

"Duke! Duke! Duke! Duke"

This sound seemed like the howling wind, like the nine heavenly thunder that penetrated the soul, and fell on Ryan's heart.

Ryan felt that he was in an extremely quiet world.

There is nothing in the world, only my own voice is shouting strongly. The voice that is becoming extremely clear and accurate comes from himself, from his ancestors, from the heroes who sacrificed their lives for the survival and reproduction of human beings.

Countless voices gathered into a unique force, pushing him to make a choice at this fork in his destiny.

The hot blood was roaring from his heart, spreading to his limbs, to his internal organs, to every corner of his body, excited and surging!

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

Going left, he seemed to see the storm kingdom that trusted corrupt nobles completely destroyed in the flames.

To the right, he seemed to see the destruction of Stormwind resurrected from the flames with the cooperation 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 must belong to the next generation. However, he can write the most brilliant beginning for this great human epic.

For a moment, Ryan was so shocked that he couldn't help himself.

He drew out the King's Sword and raised his head high, his eyes as if they were penetrated by the mist of fate.
Chapter completed!