Fight!

This will always be the leitmotif of the creatures.

No world will have infinite resources, and one day there will never be too many places to thrive.

Limited resources, unlimited need for reproduction, this creates the inevitability of fighting.

Why is a champion admired by everyone?

It is because the victory of the champion is built on countless losers, and only by defeating the most and strongest enemies can the greatest sense of accomplishment be brought by defeating the most and strongest enemies.

In front of Duke and King Sarufar are the two champion teams from the Alliance and the Horde.

Milhouse's slightly shrill dwarf voice rang out again: "Come on, warriors representing the Alliance and the Horde." ”

On the left and right sides of the grand seats, from the dark passage, the two groups of people slowly stepped out and walked to the platform that protruded from the sky at the edge of the gladiatorial arena.

Looking at these young and energetic faces, Duke couldn't help but wonder, thinking that when he was a newcomer to Azeroth, he was not as good as these little guys.

Duke suddenly noticed that there were 12 people on both sides, the Alliance had no Death Knights and Shamans, and the Horde had no Paladins.

Duke was a little surprised, and then relieved.

Sure enough, his butterfly still stirred up the general trend of the world!

Lotherma Theron is still the younger brother, giving a hand to the lively Queen Xi. The Blood Elves did not take refuge in the Horde, and the Natural Tribe did not have Holy Knights.

On the Alliance's side, not to mention the undead, even the Forsaken is still a taboo, and of course it is not so enlightened to allow the Death Knight as an official professional.

Again, for some reason, the Draenei don't seem to have begun their shamanic path yet.

It feels like it's a bit of a mess.

Duke doesn't mind any of that.

During Millhouse's introduction, Duke hears a number of names that are slightly unfamiliar: Kavina Woodland Song, Acelia Moon Watcher, Ansa Furnace Repairer......

Duke, who was hailed by Milhouse as the leader of the new generation of leagues, was not impressed. After all, in the game, Duke beat the warriors of the tribe.

Duke smiled, the times make heroes. When the dark door first opened, it felt like anyone I met was a great person in the future.

Gone are the days like that.

These little guys in front of them may not be able to grow to the height of Gianna. However, every mega-organization is not simply made up of the strongest, and the pyramid shape is the best illustration of the ratio between the strong and the weak.

It may be the top-level force that determines the final victory, but it is the backbone of the organization that really supports a giant organization.

Thinking of this, just after Milhouse's introduction, Duke stood up, and he could clearly feel the excitement of this group of League warriors.

He cleared his throat, and his clean, intelligent voice echoed through the audience under the magic amplification:

"A true warrior not only has the courage to face the bleakest desperate situation, but also needs a peaceful heart. In the future, some of you may become heroes of the Alliance, and some of you may die generously, but many more will become the most indispensable backbone of the Alliance in their own professions and positions. ”

"If the big hero in your eyes is the sharp and strong shield of the alliance, then the backbone is the backbone of the alliance. Only the backbone is the core that really makes the league straighten its waist. ”

"I am optimistic about you, and I bless you! I hope that you can trust your comrades-in-arms and fully integrate into the big family of the alliance. Let's fight for the future of the alliance, for the future of yourself and your relatives and friends!"

Compared with Duke's calm speech, King Sarufar's mobilization was much more passionate. He personally went to the tribe's warriors and encouraged them in person. It's a pity that the speech is still so old-fashioned, nothing more than the honor of the tribe, the tradition of the orcs, and something.

Gianna leaned over, put her hand on the back of Duke's hand, smiled and whispered, "Is it really good to make such an unexciting speech?"

Duke glanced at the tribal warriors who seemed to have been beaten and screamed, and snickered, "If this is a one-on-one duel, I will undoubtedly fail to do so." ”

The second half of Duke's sentence is naturally that it is most appropriate to do it himself.

Gianna was so smart that she understood on the spot. The queen of Kul Tiras, who has always shown herself as a strong woman, rarely showed the demeanor of a little woman: "You girl, you are the most thief." ”

Sure enough, the ensuing battle confirmed Duke's prediction.

The warriors of the tribe who fought the chicken blood were too fierce, so fierce that they got carried away, and even easily gave up the camp, and most of them just barely completed their duties, and put more of their minds on attacking.

It seems that this is the so-called 'one operation is as fierce as a tiger, and none of the enemies are killed'.

As soon as the three-bladed axe came up, almost all of the Alliance warriors were injured, but the Alliance quickly stabilized its position, and the tactical strategy of the Alliance side can be described in one sentence: "Gathering fire and second shamans, druids who desperately control the form of the big tree, constantly interrupting the priest's healing, and dispersing all the tribe's continuous recovery skills and control skills." ”

Obviously there were only 12 people, but the battle of the Alliance warriors was like an army of 1,000 people.

This scene made King Sarufar move on the spot, and his mouth squirmed for a moment before he squeezed out a few words: "We are going to lose." ”

"Won't you lose!" Little Sarufar is also a guy with the word 'brave' engraved on his chest, and he can't see it for a while.

"Look hard, study hard, the gap between us and the league is already all-round. ”

"Ahh

Sure enough, after a few rounds, the Horde Recovery Shaman, who had been attacked by concentrated firepower, fell first. The shortcomings of shamans, who lack the means to preserve their lives, are clearly revealed at this moment.

It was as if a chain explosion had occurred, and under the rapid transfer of firepower and concentrated blows from the Alliance warriors, the healers of the tribe fell one by one.

It was like dominoes, and the small team of 12 members of the tribe were wiped out in the next ten seconds, all of them being beaten to the ground.

"We are victorious!" Sagargar, the warrior of the Alliance, was the first to raise his weapon in the air, showing off his victory to Duke, to the leaders of the Alliance, and to the crowd of over 10,000 people present!

"Victory!" cheered the eleven Alliance warriors in unison.

"Long live the Alliance—" More than six thousand Alliance people erupted in a tsunami-like cheer.

On the other hand, on the other side of the tribe, there was silence.

As the presiding master of ceremonies, Milhouse proudly announced: "All right! The team of warriors who will accept the trial of the Crusaders has been decided, and they are the League Warriors!"