If the first few steps of Mark Dooku give people the feeling that they can only vaguely see Duke's demeanor between the eyebrows, with the last few steps, everyone is surprised to see that Mark Dooku has completely become the most data-saving, ad-free site for Duke's mobile phone.

This magical performance made everyone who recognized Duke open their mouths in shock, and they couldn't close it for a long time.

"Who is he?" a young orc from Nagland asked his fellow from Azeroth next to him, and he knew that the older orc was a centurion with a certain form of tusk still hanging from his chest in his thick black iron armor.

The centurion had a complicated expression on his face, and if he hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he really couldn't have imagined that this rough, pimpled green face would have such a rich expression of emotion: "He...... He's the orc's nightmare, the current Allied Commander-in-Chief, the Azeroth demigod Duke Marcus!"

For the older generation, and even the new generation of Azeroth orcs, the name Duke Marcus gives them absolutely mixed feelings.

"Why do we have to listen to one...... Orders from humans?" The young orcs from Nagrand were very direct-minded, it was the orcs from Azeroth who came to save them, why should the orcs listen to the command of a human?

The sigh of the elder orc contained infinite sighs: "Child, twenty-four years ago, I was as young as you. At that time, 'our world' was not as bad as it is now, but many people couldn't live anymore. With dreams of conquering a new world, we crossed the Dark Gate, where at first we were invincible, killing millions of humans and dwarves on the opposite side, and then the alliance led by Duke Marcus routed us, killing many more orc warriors in every way. ”

This is a history that many orcs from Azeroth don't want to talk about. It was the first time that the young orc and the orcs around him heard this allusion, and their mouths opened wide in surprise.

"Twenty-four years ago, humanity could have crushed us. Today, they can do just that. But the human-dominated alliance has suppressed hatred for us, simply because we all have a common enemy, the demons of the Burning Legion. In order to come to our world to save you, we have also chosen to cooperate with the alliance led by humans. That's it. ”

The elder centurion's explanation silenced the surroundings.

No orc knows what the future holds, but no matter how bad it is, it's better to stay in a world that is quickly destroyed. That's why even under the banner of the coalition forces, the orcs can still maintain their fighting spirit.

Compared to the entanglement of the orcs, the soldiers of the alliance are much simpler.

When they saw Duke's face, they evoked not only the impression of the commander, but also all the glory they had received.

Those who hover in the deepest recesses of the veterans' memories every day only belong to the glory times of the Alliance.

From the darkest and chaotic times, save humans, dwarves, gnomes, and elves from the desperate danger of destruction, and finally achieve victory and revival.

The brilliance in the eyes of the Alliance soldiers lit up.

No one kneels down on one knee, because it is a gift to the king. But the Alliance soldiers had a more direct way of saluting, and without an order, they drew their swords out of their sheaths in unison and raised their swords aloft in their hands.

"Wow-" There was a long sound, and 150,000 weapons were raised in unison, becoming a cold light mountain range that suddenly rose.

Such a neat and astonishing momentum made the faces of 300,000 orcs change.

"To League Commander Duke Marcus - Hats Out!"

150,000 voices, into one.

There is no deliberately long tail note for the sake of synergy.

There was no command from the commander.

Some just show the supreme respect to this face.

The soldiers knew very well where their honor and pride came from.

Not the inheritor of the noble bloodline of Soladin the Great!

It's the inheritor who inherited the will of the ancient war to unite all races against evil!

The changemaker who has always been committed to revolutionizing the world with technology and correcting the mistakes of the past.

The legendary man who rose to the pinnacle of the Alliance's power as a commoner and became a demigod as a mortal.

Right!

His name is - Duke Marcus!

Behind Duke, looking at the fanatical expressions of adoration on the faces of the soldiers, at the mechanized armored units lined up behind the large array, and at the group of flying ships barely hovering in the sky, Varian had mixed feelings.

He worked hard, and the level of his army he led had long since far surpassed that of his father Lane.

He still can't get the highest rating in the league. Because he can only be a good king at best, a marshal who has won many battles, and a qualified alliance leader, but he cannot become a civil affairs expert who improves the people's livelihood, a scientist who improves the level of science and technology, a reformer who reforms the aristocratic system, and a super legendary hero who even kills the demon king and the ancient gods one by one.

I suddenly found that I had passed the 'great infinity' stage where I always felt that I could do everything and that my ability would never have an upper limit.

Varian smiled, he figured it out, figured out his limits.

There can only be one being who stands on top of the world, but that one is not him.

If you can't go beyond it, you can only accept it, otherwise you will bring about your own destruction.

Suddenly, his mood became calm, and Varian gave a gentle Alliance salute to Duke's back.

Beside him, Sal had an equally mixed mood, which did not prevent him from paying tribute to Duke's generosity and broadness. Without Duke's nod, there would have been no redemption of a million orcs. If the alliance is ruthless enough, it can even trap the tribe, blow up a huge area, and throw all the orcs into the void to die.

For some reason, Sal always felt that Duke could do it.

At this time, Thrall punched his chest, paying Duke the highest respect an orc could make.

Duke gently raised his hands flat, palms facing down, and made a downward gesture.

For a time, the alliance soldiers returned their swords to their sheaths, and the crows were silent.

Duke spoke, his voice reaching every corner of the plain through a pre-programmed amplification magic.

"Nearly thirty years ago, Kil'Gardan, the commander of the Burning Legion, bewitched the orc great shaman Naozu, saying that the Draenei would bring destruction to the world. This led to the brutal and bloody Battle of Shattrath. ”

"Twenty-four years ago, under the spell of the evil sorcerer Gul'dan who had taken refuge in Kil'Gardan, Grom*Hellroar drank the first bowl of demonic blood. So there are green-skinned berserk orcs. There was also an invasion of Azeroth led by the first tribal chieftain Black Hand. ”