"Hiss——" After the sound, there was dead silence all around.
Terenas is driving the people of Alterac to death!
Isn't it just that Alterac suddenly made a mistake and let the Horde go?
The city of Lordaeron did not fall in the end!
Is it worth such a big grudge?
To be honest, everyone is very disgusted with King Perenolde's betrayal. In the beginning, everyone also felt disgusted with the Eagle Knights of Alterac.
But how do they do it?
Despite endless humiliation from the Allies, they charged forward and retreated last.
I was completely beaten many tis, but what happened?
How many tis did a group of 1,000 knights fight a huge battle where half of them died?
When the knights died, the knight candidates took their place. When all the candidates died, the apprentices took their place. Using the remaining weapons left by their predecessors, they hamred the bent armor back into shape one by one before using it again.
They had already washed away the sha with blood and fighting. Anyone who knew a little about the Mountain Eagle Knights would not continue to underestimate this iron-blooded army.
Now Terenas has defeated them with just one order. How can anyone tolerate this?
Duke is the one who ca out on top.
However, now that the alliance army has been disbanded, Duke is just a grand duke. As a lord of the southern continent, is it worth it for him to offend the strongest king of the northern continent?
Danath Trollbane secretly looked at Duke's overly young face. He should not have given up hope, but he always had so expectations.
Muradin Bronzebeard and Kurdran Wildhamr took a step forward, but Magni Bronzebeard grabbed them one by one and said, "He is Duke."
In a very simple sentence - he is Duke.
That amazing Duke.
Since the establishnt of the alliance, it has created countless miracles and has been coordinating the deputy commanders of almost every mber country of the alliance.
If Duke really doesn't do sothing, then the na of miracle that belongs to him will cry.
Everyone thinks so and hopes so.
At this point, Duke smiled.
His voice suddenly beca loud and clear: "Today - is the victory celebration of the Alliance! Today - is not the victory celebration of Lordaeron alone! You are a dog who has never been to the battlefield and barks without the leash given to you by Terenas. If you can understand what I say, get out of here imdiately, otherwise I will ask you to get out!"
As soon as these words fell, the whole world was shocked!
Duke dares!?
Duke really dares! ?
Almost every warrior in the league who witnessed this scene bulged their eyes and stared at Duke.
The blood in my heart suddenly beca hot and surging to the extre.
They didn't even dare to breathe, fearing that they would miss this potentially historic mont.
Duke Frankie was like a dog whose tail was stepped on. He almost jumped up and said, "Edmund Duke! You are just a duke! How dare you disobey the order of His Majesty Terenas nethil II!?"
"Are you done?" Duke smiled and gently gestured to Lothar not to stop .
Lothar lowered his head and held his forehead: "Well, I hope you really know what you are doing."
The next mont, there was a "pop" sound.
A fierce slap landed on Count Frankie's powdered face.
To call it lightning fast is only relative. Duke's attack was like slow motion to the warriors present.
Duke is slow, Frankie is worse.
It's like a snail being robbed by a turtle and then reporting it to the police: "It all happened in a flash, he was so fast."
Okay, this is just a joke.
What everyone cares more about is that Duke played!
Duke actually slapped Frankie in the face when he was holding Terenas's decree, and the greasy-haired guy was slapped so hard that his mouth was crooked.
"You...you actually dare to hit !?" Covering his face, Count Frankie was like a young wife who had just been angry. He stared with his eyes wide open in disbelief, and for the first ti, an emotion called 'fear' appeared on his arrogant face.
Without giving him ti to react, he was slapped in the face again.
"Pa!" This slap was even harder, and it made him see stars. He actually spun around and sat down on the snowy ground. His luxurious purple pants looked like they were covered with shit.
"What are you doing!?" Only at this mont did the captain of the guards who followed closely behind Count Frankie react and suddenly drew the sword from his waist.
You know, he was originally arranged by Terenas to calm the situation and suppress the dissatisfaction of various countries. Now, right in front of him, his own envoy was beaten, and he was slapped twice even though he showed the king's order. Where is Lordaeron's face! ?
"Get lost!" Duke shouted softly. Under the amplification of magic, the huge sound exploded like thunder in the entire joint military camp.
Along with this angry shout, hundreds of wizard's hands suddenly appeared out of thin air. After just one and a half seconds of casting, the sa number of Arcane Blasts as the wizard's hands suddenly hit the chest of the soldiers of the Lordaeron Royal Guard.
Three hundred people were knocked away at the sa ti. What a spectacular scene it was.
Danath Trollbane's mouth opened in astonishnt.
The Bronzebeard brothers and Kurdran raised their hamrs high.
The knights of Stormwind and Alterac struck their shields with the blades of their swords.
The dwarves banged their shields with their hamrs and cheered loudly.
The elves and rangers whistled.
Under the gaze of tens of thousands of Alliance warriors, all three hundred n were knocked several ters away and fell backwards to the ground.
One by one, they were all knocked unconscious.
Before they could get up, Duke's next attack arrived.
"Snap! Snap! Snap!" A wizard's hand appeared on the collar of the breastplate of each royal guard. This hand made of magic lifted him up with one hand, and then the other wizard's hand quickly went up and slapped him in the face.
Back and forth, these arrogant people who only had Terenas in their eyes and never took the politicians of other countries seriously and looked down on others were slapped hard one after another.
How many slaps did you get?
No one can count them all.
Anyway, they were all handso and good-looking, but their faces were swollen after being hit by the hands of these mages who suddenly pounced out.
Well, a team of male model-level guards can now be renad the Pig Head Army.
It wasn't that there weren't so Lordaeron soldiers who noticed this, and Abendis was the one who rushed over. But even he was stunned.
I didn't expect Duke to be so rude.
But the glory of the country...
Just when Abendis was about to do sothing, he suddenly felt an extrely terrifying pressure. The endless pressure made him feel like a frog being targeted by a giant poisonous snake.
He had absolutely no room to resist.
To die or not to die, it all depends on the mood of the being that seems to be at the top of the food chain!
Abendis' back was instantly soaked.
In front of him, Duke jumped on his horse, raised the Grand Marshal's Battle Staff high, and shouted to the sky: "Today! It is the triumphal ceremony of the Alliance! Anyone who has killed orcs and shed blood for the Alliance! Anyone who has shed blood for humans, dwarves, and elves is eligible to participate! This has nothing to do with national boundaries, it only depends on fairness and justice! Be a man, follow ! The glory that the people of Lordaeron don't give you, I, the deputy commander of the Alliance, will give it to you!"
"Let's go!"
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