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However, Pfister, as an archmage, is completely unafraid of the opponent's power, so naturally there is no need to bear it.

Therefore, ignoring Windsor's reminder, he smiled contemptuously: "Fortagan, right? Garona, like everyone else, is only responsible for herself. If you accuse me without evidence, can I also say that you want to usurp the throne and buy it secretly? What about her killing the king? In addition, I am a Dalaran, and I am here to provide help for the sake of innocent civilians in the city, not to serve a nobleman like you."

Pfister's remarks are quite suspicious of criticizing Sang Huai.

All the nobles glared at him one after another.

Fortunately, Lothar spoke in time to suppress.

Another nobleman who was the oldest and arrived the latest also mediated from the side.

It finally eased the tense atmosphere.

"I don't know what do you think about the future of the kingdom?" Lothar got to the point, and then looked at the old gentleman, "Duke Giles, please first."

Gilles was very slick, and immediately evaded: "I'm sorry, Sir Lothar. I'm old, and I can't react as well as you young people. I have to think about it. Why don't you talk about your plan first?"

Lothar nodded slightly: "Yes. My idea is very simple. Everyone knows that my beloved wife died early and I have no children. I have decided to dedicate everything to this country! I hope you will support me in defending the city. The soldiers and I will go all out..."

Next, he analyzed his current situation in Stormwind City and his strategy to deal with it.

Although more instances have been added, it is still the core of Pfister in general.

Although Ryan is dead, the plan still exists.

Unfortunately, this is not what the nobles want to hear.

As a result, the atmosphere in the chamber immediately became subtle, and there was a few minutes of silence.

In the end, a fat marquis said cautiously: "Your Majesty... the assassination of the late king will have a great impact on morale, and I am afraid it will not be easy to defend..."

Another duke with a treacherous face also said: "Yes, my militiamen have no intention of fighting anymore."

Afterwards, a group of nobles including the old gentleman also echoed one after another, saying that they should take a long-term view.

Although he didn't say it clearly, anyone could see that he was retreating.

Maybe they have communicated secretly.

Ready to choose to abandon the city and leave.

It is very difficult for the army of Stormwind City to cover all the people to evacuate together.

Those who can successfully break through are destined to be only a small number of people with status.

Obviously, the nobles in Stormwind City are selfish and have no consideration for the general public at all.

But they are very useful.

It is not enough to lose this group of nobles.

As the king's military advisor, Pfister has recently been involved in military affairs.

It is clear that Stormwind City's standing army is only [-], which is far inferior to the old tribe.

The reason why they can resist today is inseparable from the help of the militia formed by the private soldiers of the nobles and the leaders they recruited.

In addition, the army's food reserves are not much.

Many things, such as meat, depend on rations from noble industries.

Earlier, the interests of the two parties were aligned, which is fine.

But the other party is ready to jump ship, and may not be willing to continue to cooperate.

Therefore, Lothar fell into a huge passivity.

However, he did not give in, and he wanted to continue defending the city after being bitten to death.

In the end, the first meeting ended in a bad mood.

A feasible solution has not been explored, so we can only agree to talk about it tomorrow.

Pfister has always lived in the headquarters of the army.

In the evening, it is logical to go to the military cafeteria for dinner.

When returning, in the corridor, I met several noble children in excellent armor.

And these people are the heads of noble private soldiers.

So also come here for 'office'.

It's just that most people's blood is meager and they don't have much strength at all.

It's obviously a name for meritorious deeds.

Pfister didn't take it seriously at first, thinking that the other party was going to eat.

Unexpectedly, the road was wide, but the other party came straight to him.

Obviously there is a different purpose.

So he simply stood still, ready to see what kind of medicine was sold in his gourd.

Soon everyone came to his side, only to hear the headed brown-haired young man say aggressively: "Master, I am Bolvar Fortagen. I heard that you spoke ill of my father before. I want to fight you!"

And his voice was loud, instantly attracting the attention of many passing officers around.

At this moment, Pfister couldn't help but feel a little dumbfounded.

He said in his heart that he was a good guy, scolded Lao Tzu, and recruited the younger one.

I really want to open Bovar's skull and see if it's all muscle.

Thinking about it with my toes, I also know that this matter was definitely not ordered by his father.

Because no matter how ugly what he said before, it was just a private matter.

Retaliation should also be done in private.

It really shouldn't be on the stage.

After all, Pfister is considered a member of Lothar, and a public duel, no matter whether he wins or loses, will make Lothar feel bad for the Fortagan family.

It does a lot of harm to its father, but no benefit.

But Bolvar acted like a bird in a daze.