"Lord Rowan, Fordring openly attempted regicide! His heinous crime outrages gods and men alike. If you intervene to save him now, do you have any respect for Lordaeron law? Do you really think the Kingdom of Kul Tiras can lord it over the entire Alliance?" Reno called out to stop the Maw Servant from acting, preventing the situation from escalating further toward civil war.
At present, Rowan was at a disadvantage both morally and in public opinion. If he acted now, the scheme he had painstakingly laid out would come to nothing, ruined just short of success.
Arthas waved a hand and watched as Rowan rescued Tirion Fordring.
The Soulfire, forged with inscriptions of death, had already spread throughout Fordring's body. Though he still had a breath left, he was effectively a corpse.
It was only a matter of time before his soul split apart.
"A clever scheme, Arthas. I never expected you to have such an accomplished adviser at your side." Rowan glanced at Reno. He had intercepted Arthas's envoys twice and arrested every member of the Lordaeron Guild in Tarren Mill, yet Arthas showed no anger whatsoever. Instead, he patiently played his part in this absurd spectacle of a coronation ceremony.
Arthas gave a contemptuous smile and looked at Fordring's body with pity. "I don't need much cunning, nor do I need to expend much effort. Given enough time, you won't be able to maintain your lies, and your true nature will show. Fordring went to such lengths to prevent me from taking the throne, even attempting to assassinate me, and now you're defending this criminal. I can scarcely imagine how many secret deals you two have made."
"The people can see clearly. They will see you working with demons to seize Lordaeron's land, using fleeting prosperity to