Terenus squirted almost a mouthful of old blood on the white and flawless white jade terrace railing. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

His script is perfect.

If you want to swallow Alterac, you can't make Alterac heroes in the first place. If the Knights of the Mountain Eagle were to attend the triumphal ceremony, it would cause unnecessary hindrance to the next action.

"Didn't I even give him the royal warrant?" Tyrenus almost wanted to order the poor fool to be hanged on the spot.

It's too late for everything now.

Everyone is inside, do you want Mograini to run to intercept the Knights of the Mountain Eagle and drive them back?

But...... Who the hell let them in?What is Abidis doing!?

Wait, where did all those horses come from?

Terenus shuddered slightly.

Over there, the Knights of the Storm entered.

As the first nation to engage the orcs, and as the first kingdom to be destroyed by a brutal horde, the Storm Knights had a special significance as the first triumphant team to enter.

To the surprise of Lordaeron and the spectators who had come from other countries to watch the ceremony.

They didn't see knights in bright armor, nor majestic horses with well-groomed hair and immensely clean.

What they saw was a horde of warriors returning from a hundred battles.

Even after washing, the armor was full of uneven marks, and even cracks that had been pierced by heavy weapons, and was only embedded in it with a new piece of iron like a patch.

Some knights had obvious holes in their shields, which were the result of the troll pitcher's spear.

Drawn out, the long sword with the blade facing upwards was still sharp. But if you look closely, you can see the unevenness on the edge of the sword. Those were the marks of the sword that had been re-polished after the sword had collapsed.

The Knights of the Alterac Mountain Eagle followed were similar, and what was even more special was that many of them had more than one sword on their backs, and many of them were broken.

A good knight's sword is worth a lot of money, and the crosssteel sword of the ordinary point starts with three digits of gold. Therefore, the tradition of knights is that when the old knight thinks that the apprentice is qualified enough to become a knight in his own right, he will give the apprentice a knight's sword.

This is the inheritance, and it is also the expectation of the elders for the younger generations.

A knight is always allowed to have only one knight's sword at a time.

The only way a knight was allowed to wear a plurality of swords was when he returned from the battlefield with the sword of a fallen elder or comrade.

The longsword is the tombstone of the knight and the epitaph of the knight.

Those bloodstained and even broken in two long swords completely declared the fate and will of their masters to every spectator.

Countless Lordaerons gasped.

The kind girls wept silently.

They had heard of the betrayal of the king of Alterac, and they had publicly insulted the people of Alterac countless times, but they had never thought about the sacrifice and price that the knights of Alterac had paid to wash away this shame.

Coming in the back were the Stormgards from Riptide Castle, carrying the shields of their fallen comrades, the charred shields telling the Red Dragon, which was still part of the tribe at the time, and how powerful it was to attack.

The Dalarans carried the ruptured tower shields, as well as their crossbows.

The Kurtilas carry a row of broken scimitars.

And a lot more, a lot more......

The warriors of the Alliance, in the most authentic way, show the cruelty of war and the greatness of the warriors to these people who remain behind.

There were no loud slogans, no triumphant looks, and the ranks of the various countries marched forward in silence.

Perhaps an hour ago, the people who had not experienced a brutal war could not understand why humans, who seemed to be physically weaker, could defeat such ferocious orcs.

Now they all understand.

It was the warriors of the alliance who bought it with their blood and lives, with the greatest courage and the strongest will.

I don't know who was the first to applaud.

I don't know who was the first to cheer.

On both sides of the silent avenue, the sound of cheers suddenly swept into the sky.

"Warriors!

"Thank you for your hard work!"

"Without you, we would all die. ”

"You are all true heroes of the Alliance!"

"I love you, I want to marry you!"

Whose tears are flying?

Whose heart is trembling?

Whose throat is roaring?

When the applause, cheers, and shouts rolled up to the triumphant warriors, every Union soldier could not hold back tears.

His own hardships and the sacrifices of his comrades, at this moment, suddenly felt a sense of 'worth'.

"Long live the Alliance!"

"Long live the warriors!"

The sun shone on the warriors' not-so-bright armor, each of which seemed to burn with blazing flames. An indescribable brilliance rose from the warriors. Even the light of the sun could hardly hide such a brilliant light.

This is the radiance that comes from the soul.

It is a symbol of the brilliance of courage.

So much so that everyone was reluctant to take their eyes off these warriors.

At this time, the crowd of onlookers also gave the most enthusiastic cheers to the ranks of the dwarves and high elves.

Suddenly, the Lordaeron Legion, which was supposed to be the finale, appeared.

It was very weird, and countless people stopped.

No applause, no cheers, no rain of petals falling from the sky.

Even the Lordaerons stared at their country's military columns with incredulous eyes.

After seeing the triumphant procession so real, so close to the war.

The white horses that were as gorgeous as they were in dressage, the new armor that shone bright enough to look in the mirror, the long swords of light and graceful pinned to the waists of the knights......

Almost everything is deeply stimulating people's eyes.

In an instant, everyone felt a burning pain coming from their eyes, from the depths of their sockets to the depths of their hearts.

If they hadn't seen the Allied armies led by Duke and Anduin, perhaps they would have applauded these seemingly magnificent and mighty goods, and the maidens would have screamed at the handsome knights.

But now, everyone felt that the last appearance of the Lordaeron Knights was simply a desecration of this terrible battle.

Especially after seeing the aristocratic youths who were uneducated, oily-haired, and could barely ride a horse also mixed into the triumphant procession, the people of Lordaeron felt a sense of humiliation that they had been fooled.

"Get out of here! it's a warrior's festival!"

"Yes, get out! Lordaeron doesn't need you brash!"

"Get out. ”

"Get out!"

"Get out—"

Thousands of voices came together, and soon, everyone consciously adjusted the rhythm of the roar.

"Get out, get out!"

The roar is like the raging waves of the sea.

The scolding is like the sky falling apart.

At this moment, Terenus's face lost all its blood. (To be continued.) )