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It was precisely because Ryan thought that he was going to lose Duke, a minister and friend, the staunchest and most powerful supporter since the destruction of the country by the storm, that Ryan fell into the abyss emotionally before.

Now, don't look at Duke's misery, on the premise that he already knew that Duke's life was not in danger, Duke's embarrassment was just a joke for entertainment.

The haze of the nightmare has lifted.

A brilliant future lies ahead.

How could Ryan not cry with joy?

Yes, King Lane's eyes were red and wet.

Countless pairs of eyes were focused on Duke, who was laughing at the king and his ministers.

General Tom Seamus looked at Duke in the field, took a deep breath, and roared in a loud and majestic voice:

"Hail to the hero of the Alliance, His Excellency Duke Marcus, Grand Duke of the Stormwind Kingdom!"

Three thousand Stormwind soldiers, in unison movements, followed General Simos to draw his sword from its sheath and salute Duke in unison.

At this moment, the sword light is like a forest, swallowing mountains and rivers.

"Hats off to His Excellency Marcus. ”

Domineering shouts echoed throughout the city of Dalaran.

These soldiers are not just a guard of honor, they come from all over the Stormwind Kingdom, from the original most elite griffin legions, to local garrisons, to militias with only minimal military training, and even to refugees who followed the refugee fleet to Nanhai Town, but now, they all have a unified name - Storm Spirits.

Each of them had at least five orc warriors on their hands.

They are not only the elite of the Stormwind Kingdom, but they are all first-class soldiers throughout the alliance.

Strong, determined, with fighting skills and iron discipline

However, it was such a soldier, in the voices of all, with a sense of adoration.

Although Duke no longer directly commands the army of the Stormwind Kingdom, and even the private army he led alone has reached 30,000 people, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the king under the king, but the mention of the name Duke Marcus still makes people awe-inspiring.

For the people of Storm:

It was he who subdued the Bloodsail Fleet and saved 600,000 civilians from their mortal land under the noses of hundreds of thousands of orcs.

It was he who brought life-saving food to 600,000 hungry refugees and opened up countless wastelands in the Hillsbride Hills so that the people could live in peace and well-being.

For Storm Soldiers:

The burning of Stormwind, the sniper battle of Palatine Bay, the first and second defense of South Seas, the battle of Hinterland, the defense of Lordaeron, and the battle to save the Red Dragon Queen...... Duke's name is equivalent to the glory of the warrior, it is equivalent to a miracle.

He is synonymous with the god of war.

Such a legend is only 17 years old! Looking at Duke's gray hair, looking at the folds of old man's skin on Duke's hands, thinking of the curse he received, thinking of the suffering he endured for this ruined kingdom, every soldier's eyes were as red as King Lane's.

In front of Duke appeared a sea, a sea of sword light.

The sword raised at an angle of forty-five degrees suddenly separated one by one as Ryan, Anduin, and Duke moved forward, like those miracles in the legendary story that split the sea with a sword.

Arriving at the end of the sea, the two ministers got into an open-top carriage and slowly headed towards Violet Square in the center of Dalaran.

Although it was dark, cheers on both sides of the road were heard one after another.

Countless Dalarans, magic apprentices, and magicians flocked on both sides of the avenue, striving to witness the honor of the Alliance's number one legendary mage.

If it was anyone else, even if he was a king, he would not have been so admired by the mages of Dalaran.

This is the era of the most admired chivalry, and throughout the seven kingdoms of mankind, except for Dalaran, no king is a mage. In most inhabited areas, only a general who leads a charge is recognized as a true hero. And the mage is just a mystic who hides under the protection of the army and insidiously unleashes magic. In a sense, it is precisely because of the prejudice of most people that Duke, a mage hero, is even more valuable.

Duke is the Grand Duke of the Stormwind Kingdom, but does this identity matter? Don't you see that the princes of Quel'Salas are all in Dalaran? As long as you are a hero in the magical realm, you will naturally be warmly welcomed by the people of Dalaran.

In their opinion, Duke, who had lectured in Dalaran, was undoubtedly a part of Dalaran.

"Duke, Duke, Duke!"

Uniform shouts, mountains and tsunamis, one after another.

This meeting, this atmosphere, made King Lane, who was sitting opposite Duke, and Anduin, who was sitting next to Duke, both foiled. Of course, neither of them cared, just looked at Duke with a smile.

Duke waved lightly in his right hand, and in his left hand he held aloft the Generalissimo's Staff of Battle, which came from Antonidas.

Experienced the direct blow of Deathwing's shadow flames, and under such a violent explosion, it did not leave a single scratch on it. The staff was still shining with silver, and the winged horse's head carved from the head of the staff exuded a faint silver light, looking extremely holy and beautiful.

The cheers of the crowd reached their peak as Duke held aloft the glorious staff made by Dalaran.

In the square, representatives of the nine countries of the alliance except for the Stormwind Kingdom had already gathered.

Looking at Duke, every king, every representative had a mixed exclamation.

Unexpectedly, Duke actually did it.

With the almost mortal body, he only led a small team of five people, thousands of miles behind enemy lines, stunned to patrol the red dragon in the sky and the orcs on the ground to the wetlands, infiltrated the well-defended Grimbaatar Fortress, and skillfully used the conspiracy of Deathwing to complete the feat of liberating the Red Dragon Queen.

If it could be barely said that Duke was a wise man and commander who could only command, then Duke at this moment is like a hero of the alliance who has been quenched in a forge, reborn after being truly tested, and is reborn in the true sense of the word.

The name of the hero is fully established, and no matter what happens to Duke in the future, he will become an indelible legend in the history of the league.

Even if King Terenus squeezed Duke in private, he had to put on a smiling face and smile at Duke.

But an accident that no one imagined happened at this time.

An abrupt sound, suddenly sounded before the sound of drumming.

"Duke, you have become a hero, and you have told us that the Red Dragon Legion is no longer part of the Horde. So, I want to ask you, who should I go to to avenge my son's blood feud!?"

If it was a small-sighted pawn, perhaps he had already been dragged out by the angry soldiers and cut down by the time he said this.

However, it was King Kul Tiras, Dalyn Prodmore, who said this (to be continued.) )