Stormwind God

It was thought that the mages were all cowardly ones who would only hide in front of the **** battle warriors behind the warriors and put on magic. Therefore, in the minds of most Alliance soldiers, no matter how good Duke's strategy is, how good his internal affairs and logistics capabilities are, he will always be the deputy commander of the Alliance. The real commander, Anduin Lothar, who dared to charge against the orcs in the front line.

No one feels wrong with Duke's impression.

Today, Duke overturned this impression with his actions.

It is a bit wrong to say that subversion is a more exaggerated sublimation.

Every soldier who saw this scene suddenly felt a fire in his heart.

Without contrast, there is no contrast.

They all killed the enemy for the alliance. Who doesn't want to return home after the war and enjoy the cheers and praise of the people? For soldiers in other countries, triumphing in Lordaeron and following their own capitals are completely different.

Well, Lordaeron is the ally of the Alliance. This side has just finished the Dark Gate final battle, and that side spans the entire eastern kingdom continent, rushing from the southernmost end to the northernmost end.

Desperately hurrying, almost every day marching. Well, after finally arriving, whether it is supply or camp, all are pits.

Allies eat dark bread made of millet millet, which is thick and hard, eats without water, and can be used as a stick. The Lordaerons and the auxiliary soldiers ate all white bread with a mouthfeel.

It was freezing cold, where could the Allied soldiers hurried to get supplies? Union soldiers here have to report several times with a burlap jacket, and they are shaking with cold. The Lordaeron over there, casually brought their own cotton.

All kinds of differential treatment, the people of Lordaeron are the first face of Lao Tzu in the world. In fact, the attitude is just one sentence, ‘Without Lordaeron ’s support, you are all in the dark. It ’s a gift from Lordaeron to have you come to the triumphal ceremony, thank you guys ’.

Which one hasn't been frustrated?

Who would have thought that if he came to Lordaeron, he would still suffer this kind of birdishness?

At this moment, Duke's move was simply very popular.

From the soul to the heart, that intense flame boils in every blood vessel in the body and burns in every cell.

"Follow! Keep up!"

"Follow Master Marcus!"

"Yes! We all bleed and sold our lives for the Alliance! What is the difference?"

Countless swords and spears are held high.

The edge of the orc's blood-stained blade was glowing with a faint glow of red and cold.

Countless screams, converging into a huge sound, banged loudly in the barracks.

Duke rode on his horse and went side by side with Anduin to General Abedis who was guarding the camp gate.

"Get out, or I step over your body!"

Abidis shuddered, he saw Duke's eyes, Duke clearly said: I saved you once, but I can save the life you saved back.

Damn it! Duke is here!

As a high-level general, Abidis also had a vague idea of ​​King Terenas' intentions. He also felt that his own king was a bit unkind, but after all he was the life-long king he swore.

He shivered, and his mouth squirmed for a long time before he said, "Duke, is it worth it?"

Duke did not answer directly. He leaned over and said to Abidis: "If the entire Alterac was destroyed on the spot, I have nothing to say. But now ... if the ally can occupy the ally of the ally at will , Then such an alliance is unnecessary. "

His voice was not loud or small enough to be heard by Abidis and Lothar next to him.

At this moment, Lothar suddenly understood Duke's intention.

"Duke! I support you!" Lothar's loud voice easily caused greater waves of cheer in the back.

At this time, the triumphal ceremony of Lordaeron had begun for an hour.

In the first half of the year, it was the ceremony that most stimulated the public's attention.

Twenty-five thousand orcs were clipped with their hands, locked at least one hundred pounds of heavy iron shackles, and tied with a chain of thick chains, strung together in units of hundreds. They lowered their heads and watched through the long and wide streets under the eyes of countless citizens.

In the beginning, the orc captives aroused the astonishment of the citizens.

"Oh my god! They are too burly! Our warriors are fighting such monsters?"

"You look at their fangs? They are rougher than wild boar teeth."

"The Holy Light is on, our warriors have defeated such an opponent."

Soon, after a short exclamation, the tide of anger of the citizens ushered in.

"Animal! Give me back my husband!" A lady on the second-floor terrace threw the first rotten tomato at the orc.

"Give me back my dad!" A child, seven or eight years old, threw the first stone.

In just a few seconds, thousands of debris flew from every corner of the avenue and poured onto the captives.

Citizens cannot cross the shield line formed by two city guards on both sides of the road, they can only vent their anger in this way.

You know, this dark gate battle has swept almost all of Lordaeron's territories, from the Silver Pine Forest at the southwest end, to the northeast near Stratholme, and then to the core city of Lordaeron. The heavy loss of life was spread evenly to almost every family, even if it was not Dai Xiao at home.

None of the orc captives had been smashed with bruises and swollen faces, and even the fangs on their mouths were broken, but they did not dare to resist, and even shouted, they lowered their heads and were escorted through Long Street Avenue.

Of the 25,000 orcs, only one was the chief warrior Orgrim with his head high!

His mouth had been sealed, his two calves had been tightly fastened to a two-ton iron plate with shackles, and both hands were locked tightly on it, and the whole person was kneeling.

However, his head never lowered!

Behind that cage, the sign that read the tribal chief warned Orgrim to take the most attacks. The stones and rotten tomatoes that were thrown away drowned him. Even the soldiers who wore heavy armor on the side of the car to prevent being killed were savagely attacked by citizens and could not be cleaned up.

Finally had to let the mage come to blow away the debris around Orgrim.

"Hang him!"

"Hang him! The chief of the hanged orc!"

The angry citizen raised his fist and made a loud noise.

On the main terrace of the palace, King Terenas watched the scene with satisfaction with his sons and daughters Arthas and Kalia.

After the ceremony of taking prisoners, it is the true triumphal ceremony. Numerous ready-made escorts, holding brooms and other things, quickly rushed out of the alleys of the city. They cleaned the debris on the streets with great ease and skill. In just ten minutes, the Triumphal Road from the North Gate to the Royal Palace was cleaned.

At this time, Terenas' face suddenly freezes.

Because he saw it in the telescope, Alterac's Mountain Eagle Banner actually followed the Storm Lion Banner, fluttering at the gate of the north gate of Lordaeron. (To be continued.)