The bitterness of failure spread on the lips of every orc. Many of them ca with the idea of conquering a wider world and finding a more fertile territory for their clan.
The cruel reality knocked them down rcilessly. The alliance of intelligent races called humans, dwarves and high elves was superior to the Horde.
Kicked them from their position as great conquerors to captives.
The joy of victory spread in the hearts of every alliance mber.
Everywhere people were cheering and hugging each other. They were patting each other on the shoulders, celebrating their victory and celebrating that they had survived this terrible war.
Alleria looked at Duke's profile, and felt a surge of excitent in her heart that no one else could understand. As one of the greatest witnesses of Duke's miracle, she watched Duke step by step, from a penniless magic apprentice to a hero of the League.
I still rember that two years ago, Duke was still a little boy who relied on the magic apprentice's notebook she gave him to start his career. Then I spent three months in jail for this abominable guy. No matter how many tis I think about it, I still feel hateful. Then, this guy appeared in Quel'Thalas, which was in danger, as a perfect savior, and saved the entire high elf kingdom under the watchful eyes of the Silvermoon Council and the Sun King.
What was it about Duke that attracted so deeply, that made my heart, which had been silent for countless years, so excited that I would do anything for it?
Is it the wisdom and vision that transcends the mundane world?
Is it the astonishing montum of a single flag defeating ten thousand enemies?
Or was it the prestige of thousands of enemies surrendering when they saw the flag?
No! Neither.
Or maybe it's all...
Won are complex and contradictory creatures.
Alleria didn't know anything else. At this mont, at this second, she only knew that she loved Duke to death.
"Hey, Duke." Alleria suddenly spoke up. She had the urge to kiss Duke passionately, but now there were at least 30,000 pairs of eyes looking at her, which made her, who was always dignified and elegant, feel embarrassed. She was thinking whether to let Duke go down to the tank cabin for a while.
Who knows...
"Duke! I love you so much."
Well, sothing happened that made Alleria angry, but also a little unable to be angry.
Ignoring the gazes of millions of people, or perhaps because of her outspoken nature of daring to love and hate, Vereesa actually took the lead, held Duke's face, and kissed Duke passionately in front of tens of thousands of alliance soldiers.
"Woo! Hmm... Hmm..."
At such a close distance, even with the loud noise in her ears, Alleria could still hear the sound of her lover and her sister kissing each other. Seeing her third sister's face, which was very similar to hers, in the intoxication of a passionate kiss, and the passionate blush on her cheeks and neck, Alleria actually felt as if she was the one kissing her.
Before she knew it, Alleria also leaned over.
At this mont, she was frightened by the sudden loud noise.
"Ohhh! Great job, Master Edmund!"
"A beauty deserves a hero!"
"Hahaha! That's clearly a match made in heaven. ms. Vereesa has killed more orcs than you have leg hair."
There were people laughing, making noises, and shouting. Vereesa ignored them all and continued to hug Duke's neck tightly and kiss him passionately.
"Eh? Sir Edmund and ms. Alleria..."
"You don't understand. Elves are very open-minded. It is normal for two won to share one man or for one woman to have four or five public lovers."
"Oh, then, Lord Edmund, give ms. Alleria a kiss too!"
"Yes! Give a kiss! Give a kiss!"
In the past, under the seemingly relaxed but actually strict hierarchy, those guys would never have been so presumptuous. Now, no one expected that the one who led the commotion was Reginald Windsor, a seemingly old-fashioned young general.
With soone taking the lead, there will naturally be more people joining in the fun.
"Give a kiss! Give a kiss!"
Led by Duke's private soldiers, the shouts were almost uniform.
Alleria was so embarrassed. Over there, after hearing everyone's shouts, Vereesa reluctantly let Duke go: "Look, now you belong to my elder sister." After saying that, she stuck out her tongue at her elder sister mischievously, and then licked her red lips, as if she was still not satisfied and would not let Duke go unless everyone asked her to.
"Give a kiss! Give a kiss!"
The voices of the noise-loving bastards reached the sky.
"No, Duke, I still feel bad." At the critical mont, Alleria's reserve broke out.
At the critical mont, Duke was so domineering that he grabbed Alleria's waist with his left hand, clasped her fingers with his right hand, and then gave her a deep and painful kiss.
"Oh oh oh oh!" Tens of thousands of onlookers were happy! Satisfied! They made all kinds of strange noises and applauded.
Alleria was obviously extrely shy, but she was surprised to find that she enjoyed this feeling. The feeling of a little rebellious indulgence during the celebration seed not bad.
Standing behind Duke, listening to the cheers like a tsunami and mountains of applause, feeling the support and trust of thousands of people for Duke, Sylvanas suddenly understood why her arrogant eldest sister and the most curious and intuitive third sister fell in love with the sa man.
It's very simple, because the person in front of him is the great hero of the alliance - Edmund Duke.
His na is legend.
His na is holy.
He and the Alliance heroes who fight alongside him are destined to beco the most indispensable part of the Alliance's glorious history!
The war is over. The Alliance is victorious. Azeroth is safe.
Even if this is likely only a temporary safety.
This did not prevent the entire human, dwarf and elf world from celebrating this glorious and great victory.
From the Stormwind Kingdom in the southernmost part of human civilization, to Quel'Thalas in the northernmost part of the high elves; from Kul Tiras, which is isolated overseas in the west, to Stromgarde in the east, which has just begun to rebuild its holand.
The news of victory grew wings and spread throughout the entire continent of the Eastern Kingdoms.
In the tavern, after dinner, what people talked about most was naturally the heroic epic of the legendary wizard and extraordinary commander Edmund Duke.
The second is Anduin Lothar, the Alliance commander who dares to fight on the front line.
The Silver Hand who dared to launch a fearless charge against 200,000 orcs with only twelve riders: Uther, Tirion Fordring, Saidan Dathrohan, Turalyon, Gavinrad the Dire...these twelve paladins will beco synonymous with "courage" for a long, long ti to co.
Mograine and Abendis, who remained committed to their duties and fought to the death on the front line despite being in an extrely disadvantageous situation, have also beco idols worshipped by countless young people.
There are also kings like Daelin Proudmoore, Llane Wrynn, Thoras Trollbane, and Antonidas who are fighting on the front lines. All of their nas will beco sacred!
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