I used to think that mages were cowards who would only hide in the safe areas behind the bloody warriors in front of them to cast their magic. So in the minds of most Alliance soldiers www.biquge.info no matter how good Duke's strategy is, how great his internal affairs and logistics skills are, he will always be just the deputy commander of the Alliance. The real commander is Anduin Lothar, who dares to charge on the front line and fight the orcs.

No one felt wrong with Duke's impression.

Today, Duke subverts that impression with his actions.

It's a bit wrong to say it's subversive, it should be a more exaggerated sublimation.

Every soldier who saw this scene suddenly burst into flames in their hearts.

Without contrast, there is no contrast.

They all killed the enemy for the Alliance, and who didn't want to return home after the war was over, enjoying the cheers and praises of the people? For the soldiers of other countries, triumphing in Lordaeron and triumphing in their own royal capital are completely different things.

Well, Lordaeron is the leader of the Alliance. This side has just finished the final battle of the Dark Gate, and that side spans the entire Eastern Kingdom continent, almost from the southernmost point to the northernmost point.

In a desperate hurry, almost every day is a rapid march. Well, when we finally arrived, whether it was supplies or camping, it was all pits.

The allies ate black bread made from fast-growing millet, which was thick and hard, and could be eaten without water, and could be used as a stick to knock people. Even the auxiliaries of Lordaeron ate white bread with a terrible taste.

It was freezing cold, and where could the Allied soldiers who came in a hurry have supplies? The Allied soldiers here had to report several times in their collars and linen clothes, and they shivered with cold. The Lordaren over there, their own cotton clothes are collared casually.

All kinds of differential treatment, Lordaeron people have the face of Lao Tzu the best in the world, and all kinds of attitudes are actually just one sentence: 'Without Lordaeron's support, you are all a rabble.' It is Lordaeron's gift to let you come to the Triumphal Ceremony, so thank you.'"

Which one hasn't been angry?

Who would have thought that coming to Lordaeron would have to suffer such a bird spirit?

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

From the soul to the heart, that fierce flame boils in every vein of the body, burning in every cell.

"Keep up!"

"Follow Master Marcus!"

"Yes! We have all shed blood and sold our lives for the alliance!

Countless swords and spears, held high to the sky.

The blade, stained with orc blood, glowed with a faint red and cold glow.

Countless shouts, converging into a huge voice, exploded in the barracks.

Duke rode proudly and walked side by side with Anduin to General Abydis, who was guarding the camp gate.

"Get out of the way, or I'll step over your corpse!"

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

Hell, Duke is here for real!

General Abydis, as a high-ranking official, also vaguely knew about King Terenus's intentions. He also felt that his own king was a little unkind, but after all, it was the king for whom he had sworn to serve for the rest of his life.

He trembled all over, and his mouth squirmed for a long time before he could hold back a sentence: "Duke, is it worth it?"

Duke didn't answer directly, he leaned over and whispered in Abydis' ear, "If the whole of Alterac were destroyed on the spot at that time, I would have nothing to say. But now...... If the leader of the alliance can occupy the territory of the ally at will, then such an alliance should not be necessary. ”

His voice was not loud or small, enough for both Abydis and Lothar next to him to hear him.

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

"Duke, I've got your back!" Lothar's loud voice easily caused a louder cheer behind him.

By this time, the triumphal ceremony in Lordaeron had already begun an hour.

In the first half, it is the most exciting ceremony for the citizens to sacrifice prisoners.

Twenty-five thousand orcs were shackled with their hands behind their backs, locked in heavy iron shackles weighing at least 100 catties, and then tied in thick chains, strung together in hundreds. With their heads bowed, they passed through the long and wide streets under the gaze of countless citizens.

At first, the orc captives caused the townspeople to marvel.

"Oh my God! they're so burly! That's how our warriors fight monsters?"

"Look at their fangs, which are harsher than the teeth of wild boars. ”

"Holy Light above, our warriors have overcome such an opponent. ”

Soon, after a brief exclamation, there was a frenzy of civic anger.

"Brute, give me back my husband!" a lady on the second-floor terrace threw the first Rotten Tomatoes at the orc.

"Give me back my daddy!" said a young boy of seven or eight years old, throwing the first stone.

In just a few seconds, thousands of debris flew out from all corners of the avenue and poured down on the captives.

The citizens could not rush through the shield formation of two columns of city guards on both sides of the road, and they could only vent their anger in this way.

You must know that this time the Battle of the Dark Gate swept almost all of Lordaeron's territory, from the Silver Pine Forest at the southwest end, to the northeast near the holy city of Stratholme, and then to the core of Lordaeron. The heavy loss of human life is also evenly distributed to almost every family, even if it is not a family Dai Xiao.

Not a single orc captive was not smashed to the point that his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and even the fangs on his mouth were broken, but they did not dare to resist, and even roared, and they were escorted through the long avenue with their heads bowed.

Of the twenty-five thousand orcs, there was only one with his head held high - the Great Chief Orgrim!

His mouth had been sealed, his two calves had been tightly fastened to a two-ton iron plate in shackles, and a pair of wrists were equally tightly locked to it, and the whole person was kneeling like this.

But his head never bowed!

Behind that cage, the sign that read the Great Chief of the Tribe allowed Orgrim to withstand the most attacks. The stones and rotten tomatoes that were thrown over him drowned him. Even the soldiers who wore heavy armor on the side of the car to prevent them from being stoned to death were too violent to clean up because the attacks of the citizens were too violent.

In the end, the mage had to be asked to blow the clutter away from Orgrim's side.

"Hang him!"

"Hang him! Hang the Great Chief of the Orcs!"

Angry citizens, raising their fists in the air, let out a monstrous sound.

On the main terrace of the royal palace, King Terenas and his two children, Arthas and Kalia, watched with satisfaction.

After the ceremony of sacrificing the prisoners, it was the real ceremony of triumph, and countless handymen who had already been prepared, with brooms and other things, quickly rushed out of the alleys of the city, and cleaned the debris on the streets with great speed and skill, and in just ten minutes, the triumphal road from the north gate to the royal palace was cleaned.

At this moment, Terenus's facial expression suddenly froze.

For he saw in his telescope that the Eagle Banner of the Mountain of Alterac was flying at the gates of the North Gate of Lordaeron, following the Storm Lion Banner. (To be continued.) )