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Intro. In the vast and brutal world of Azeroth, where Martial Arts and Magic determine life and death and hierarchy, thousands of tiny kingdoms cluster into the shadow of powerful empires. The Kingdom of Chambord – also known as Perfume Polish – was only a lowest-tier city-state, belonging to the 6th tier of the Zenit Empire. Poor, weak, we had to pay tribute constantly, bow down to the strong, and could be wiped out at any moment by an unpleasant glance from our superiors. And then, one fateful day, I woke up in the body of the puppet monarch of Chambord – whom the whole kingdom called the "idiot" , "the fool Alexander" . The crown on his head was like a hanging death sentence. The enemy army had besieged the ancient city, the treasury was empty, the subjects were desperate, and the court was in chaos. Here in Azeroth, there is no room for false benevolence or the miracle of compassion. Only strength allows it to exist.
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Intro. In the vast and brutal world of Azeroth, where Martial Arts and Magic determine life and death and hierarchy, thousands of tiny kingdoms cluster into the shadow of powerful empires. The Kingdom of Chambord – also known as Perfume Polish – was only a lowest-tier city-state, belonging to the 6th tier of the Zenit Empire. Poor, weak, we had to pay tribute constantly, bow down to the strong, and could be wiped out at any moment by an unpleasant glance from our superiors. And then, one fateful day, I woke up in the body of the puppet monarch of Chambord – whom the whole kingdom called the "idiot" , "the fool Alexander" . The crown on his head was like a hanging death sentence. The enemy army had besieged the ancient city, the treasury was empty, the subjects were desperate, and the court was in chaos. Here in Azeroth, there is no room for false benevolence or the miracle of compassion. Only strength allows it to exist.
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