Just like that, under the murderous gazes of countless nobles and the watchful eyes of a large number of dragon people who appeared to be waiters, Duke strode away slowly, and without hesitation threw away the mask on his face, revealing his true appearance, and turned around and gave a mysterious smile to the nobles who followed him to the gate.
This naturally caused a burst of exclamations and sighs.
Even though this was considered a declaration of war, and even though Duke had completely stood on the opposite side of the traditional nobility, the fact that he went deep into the "enemy camp" alone still made the nobles admire him.
In the eyes of the nobles, Countess Katrana Anrestor also stood at the gate with her head held high and her chest puffed out. She raised her slender and beautiful hand, and the golden mask that finally covered her face suddenly soared into the sky!
The two pairs of black eyes, as deep and mysterious as the universe, emitted divine light, and passionately collided in mid-air. Although Duke wanted to describe it as a kitchen knife chopping electric wires, sparks and lightning all the way, in the eyes of the nobles, this was a spectacular scene of tigers and wolves staring at each other.
They are so excited!
The traditional aristocracy finally had a standard-bearer at this mont! A standard-bearer of the overwhelming power and strength of Edmund Duke who was not afraid of evil!
Beautiful ms. Katrina! You are not fighting alone! You are not alone!
More and more nobles stood behind Katrina, who looked like a saint descended from the earth. So nobles even pinned their family crests on themselves. Although they had not taken off their masks, this was already standing in line!
The ridiculous herd ntality was fully demonstrated at this mont. Almost every noble was thinking - yes! I am a noble who was canonized by the previous king and has a legitimate title. As long as I don’t commit treason, no one can confiscate my territory! I have the final say over my territory! If you, Duke, forcefully take away our power, then we should prepare for a civil war!
Looking at the large and powerful army of nobles, Duke almost laughed until his stomach cramped.
After sneering, Duke turned around and never looked in the direction of the villa again.
At the gate, a carriage with a gorgeous blue and white exterior and the Edmund family’s tornado emblem hanging on it ca rushing over at high speed and stopped the carriage in front of Duke with an almost graceful movent.
The driver was Gavinrad the Dire, one of the famous Five Silver Saints.
This paladin, who was once exiled and now serves as both the Stormwind Kingdom and the Alliance’s Marshal, has just been confird to be alive. He, Danath Trollbane, and Kael’thas successfully built a bridge fortress, Glory Hold, not far from the Hellfire Peninsula where the Dark Portal is located.
But the space near the Dark Portal was too unstable, and it was only with the full efforts of Kael’thas that he was able to return with difficulty a week ago. As soon as he returned, he expressed his support for Duke in this way.
"Ha! It’s really unfair to you, a marshal, to drive for ." Duke smiled.
"If it’s my honor to drive for the Alliance Commander." Gavinrad also smiled.
Duke strode into the carriage, and in the carriage were naturally his two very capable maids and Edwin.
Dafan, who was supposed to be the leader of the Defias Brotherhood, couldn’t help but ask, "Is it really okay to leave them alone?"
"No problem, let the bullet fly for a while!"
What Duke said was originally a famous saying from that world. To the ears of the other three, it naturally had an unusual flavor.
Dwarves are good at using muskets, so they naturally have bullets.
In the eyes of ordinary people, at the mont of firing a gun, as long as the gun is in good condition and the aim is correct, the target will definitely be hit.
In the eyes of experts, no matter how fast a bullet is, it is just a flying prop. Shields that deflect bullets, miraculous dodges, and muscles that clamp bullets are really not a big deal.
This is the difference in realm!
A realm gap that is enough to make others stand in awe!
Before she knew it, Solarian had been Duke’s maid for five years. Although Duke was busy in the War of the Ancients most of the ti, this did not prevent Solarian from finding opportunities to get to know her master.
Originally, Solarian just thought that since Duke chose to redeem the prince Kael’thas whom she had followed before, she had to fulfill her promise, and everything was out of promise and obligation.
As she got to know more about Duke’s past, she began to understand why so many people around him followed him without regrets. Even if Duke was gone, they still firmly implented the policies and guidelines he left behind, firmly believing in and looking forward to his return.
"Perhaps, only a man like this can truly save this troubled world..." Solarian muttered silently in her heart.
Duke didn’t care about Solarian’s sensitive thoughts. In his opinion, a human maid who had beco immortal and returned to the appearance of an eighteen-year-old, plus a beautiful elf maid whose shelf life could easily be tens of thousands of years, were enough to be a feast for the eyes.
Duke deliberately allowed the incident ti to fernt, and he also had this excuse. Because on January 2, 21 of Dark Gate, the day after New Year’s Day, the Alliance was going to hold a eting.
This conference is of great significance, not only is it the 20th anniversary of the founding of the Alliance, but it is also a welco to the Night Elves to join the Alliance. In addition, according to the agreent made by all countries at the end of the Third Dark Gate War five years ago, the Alliance will no longer establish a leader country, but will elect a permanent leader country every five years and elect a new Alliance commander and deputy commander.
Last ti, Duke took over the position of Alliance Commander after returning from the Void in Karazhan due to an ergency, but later resigned due to Archimonde’s curse. Now that Duke has returned and declared himself safe, everyone knows that this is just a formality, and the position of Alliance Commander must belong to Duke.
This is just like the Chinese leaders’ visits abroad before Du traveled through ti, and "incidentally" signed many trade contracts. In fact, they had already been signed and negotiated, and were only announced all at once at that ti.
Since the birth of the alliance, there have been a total of three and a half commanders.
The first one is Anduin Lothar, who has the least controversy. If it weren’t for Duke’s dazzling record, he would probably have been given the title of a military god.
The second is Alexandros Mograine. Although he is a strict commander, it has been proven many tis that his ability is limited to one army. With 200,000 n, he can give you the effect of 400,000 n. Give him 400,000 n, and he will still be 400,000.
The third one was Duke. His brilliant military record was enough to make him a recognized god of war. The only thing that limited him before was that he did not have the support of Lordaeron, the leader of the alliance.
The remaining half is Varian, who can be considered an apprentice under Lothar.
All the kings knew who was the best candidate. What was even more rare was that Duke had started early, had a long career, and had the best record. All the kings of the countries respected him. If nothing unexpected happened, Duke could serve as the commander for at least another thirty years.
As long as Duke doesn’t declare that he will turn the alliance into an empire, everyone will obey him.
It was in this atmosphere that the leaders of various countries who arrived in Lordaeron City on January 1 appeared to be extrely harmonious.
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