Rise of the blood elves

111 Excited Motley

"I also know that you won't just surrender."

As Motlett said this, he winked at his subordinates. The four guards immediately understood and each took out a piece of magic crystal.Immediately afterwards, a curtain of light fell, covering Angmar who was standing in front of the table.

"Forbidden Demon Realm"

Angmar's expression was a bit wonderful, but in the eyes of Motley and others, it looked like a desperate self-mockery.From the perspective of Special Envoy Motley, Angmar's calmness was clearly a sign that he knew there was no hope of escape and had given up struggling to be captured.

There is no magician who is not afraid of the forbidden magic realm.Perhaps those powerful beings have many ways to get out of trouble, but everyone knows that this prince's advisor is only 24 years old, and he is far from powerful.

What's more, there are four personal guards beside Angmar who are only one step away from him, their weapons already unsheathed.A mage who is weak in close combat is suppressed by the Forbidden Demon Realm and completely surrounded by melee professions. How could he end up so well?

"It seems that you already understand your situation, which is good. This way we can avoid a lot of trouble." Upon seeing this, Special Envoy Motley showed an expression of approval and handed the pipe to the servant. Soon someone brought a basin. .

His hands were wet with water. He took the mildly fragrant suet soap offered by the servant and carefully scrubbed the right hand that had been holding the pipe, even under the nails, to completely remove the smell of tobacco oil on his hands. .

Finally, he rinsed his mouth with some kind of alchemical preparation to remove bad breath, smelled his right hand, put his hand over his mouth and breathed, and after confirming that there was no smell at all, he sat back on the soft seat with satisfaction, feeling relaxed.

Tobacco is good everywhere, but the unpleasant smell it leaves behind is unbearable for people like Motley.

Motley looked at Angmar, who was standing with his hands hanging down, as if he were looking at a lamb without the ability to resist.He said: "What the Parliament wants is very simple. As long as you can admit your mistakes in public, we will allow you to spend the rest of your life in prison. In addition to freedom, we can give you anything you want, including purple on the other side of the world." Skinny beauties. Of course, men can’t do it either. Otherwise”

Motley curled his lips and made a "you know" expression.

Compared to the encounter between the two at Ambermere two months ago, the current envoy Motley is simply a completely different person.

He is an upper-class noble in Quel'Thalas. He has been eyeing a seat on the Silver Moon Council all his life, longing for the day when he can also take charge of the kingdom and enjoy a status above ten thousand people.

During the defense of Quel'Danas Island, most of the mage members and members of the Silver Moon Council who were good at fighting all died together with the king.There were a large number of vacancies in parliamentary seats, and Motley finally got the opportunity to join the ranks. However, the change of situation made many old nobles, including him, very helpless.

The new faction rose rapidly under the favor of the prince, constantly squeezing the living space of the established nobles.Everyone can see that the old nobles have fallen out of favor and are destined to be eliminated by the times.

Two months ago, Motley was irritable and irritable. Like all old nobles, he was unwilling to face the helpless fate that was coming to an end. The prince should not have done this, and he should not have broken the nearly 7000-year tradition of Quel'Thalas.Nobles are nobility. Those commoners with lowly blood flowing in their veins are only worthy of living a life of farming and raising chocobos in the forest outside Silvermoon City. How can they enter the center of power of the kingdom and replace the status of the nobility?

They don't have noble blood at all

Fortunately, everything is back on track now. The prince is missing. This is indeed not good news, but it makes Motley very happy. He believes that many of his colleagues are no different from him.

This is an opportunity, an opportunity to suppress the new faction.

Without the protection of the prince, the new faction will only quickly lose power under the pressure of the established nobles who are entangled in power and still have power, and power will return to the hands of the Silver Moon Council.

The Silver Moon Council is no longer the Silver Moon Council it once was, and everyone knows this.Under the control of the old nobles, it will become a tool for the nobles to implement joint rule, but it will just borrow its original name and influence.

Perhaps Prince Kael'thas was not dead, but there was enough time before his return for them to take action.When the Sun King returns to Quel'Thalas, he will only find that everything has become what it was before. The old nobles have turned the kingdom's power center into a piece of iron, and there is no longer any possibility for the new faction to take power.

At that time, even if the late king of Dath'Remar were reincarnated, their influence could no longer be ignored.

And

Why do they want the prince to return?

Motley has seen his future, so he's certainly not the same guy he was two months ago.He feels that there is only one word that can describe himself now: contented.

"Is there no room for turning around?" Angmar asked calmly.

"There's room," Motley laughed, "My dear Lord Third Magister, it seems I have overestimated you. You do not have the experience and intelligence commensurate with your status. In order to inspire a new generation of talents to actively devote themselves to serving the country, Grand plan, His Highness the Prince has established you as a model for the new sect. You don’t know what kind of influence you have among the low-level civilians. You really echo the call."

Special Envoy Motley paused and said regretfully: "If you don't have this identity, of course we will accept your surrender. Why not? After all, politics is about using each other, right?"

He obviously took Angmar's words as a compromise.

"But your identity has destined us to have no possibility of cooperation. Taking you down will be conducive to the progress of our plan, especially when you stand in front of the spotlight and admit to the public that you are the fallacy of the new faction and will The prince has pushed the kingdom to a point of no return, tut tut."

Motley unknowingly lit his pipe, took a deep breath of the intoxicating blood thistle tobacco, closed his eyes and was immersed in the beautiful future he imagined.When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were full of wild joy.

"What a huge blow this will be to the new faction. Those stupid civilians will eventually believe that we are the only ones who are right. Right cough cough cough."

Special Envoy Motley waved his fists and became more and more excited as he spoke. As a result, he choked on the tobacco and coughed violently. A large group of servants came over and slapped his chest and rubbed his back, finally calming him down.

"Ahem, after all, even we can't ignore public opinion. To change the minds of those stupid untouchables, some special means are always needed."

"So you are going against the grain," Angmar said with a helpless smile.

Motley couldn't help shaking his head, "No, no, no, this is not perverse, nor is it betrayal. It's just that we have different understandings of the word loyalty. Dear Mr. Sanxi"

"This is the first time I have seen someone cover up their betrayal so perfectly." Angmar's smile slowly faded. "Lord Motley, what gives you the confidence to think that just this forbidden magic barrier can trap you?" Stay with me”

Envoy Motley was still talking non-stop, "We will definitely take power. Think about it, a new dynasty will rise on the ruins of Quel'Thalas. That is our future, that is"

He suddenly froze.

"What did you say"