Just like that, under the murderous gazes of countless nobles and a large number of dragonians who were ostensibly servants, Duque strode away unhurriedly. He even threw off the mask on his face and revealed his true face. He turned around and smiled mysteriously at the nobles who had followed him to the gate.
This, of course, was met with a wave of exclamations and sighs.
Even if this was a declaration of war, even if Duque had completely stood on the opposite side of the traditional nobles, the boldness of going deep into the enemy's territory alone still made the nobles gasp in admiration.
In the eyes of the nobles, Countess Katrana Anristo also stood with her head held high and chest out. She stood at the gate and raised her slender and beautiful hand, and the last piece of golden mask that covered her face suddenly flew into the sky!
Two pairs of black eyes that were as deep and mysterious as the universe shot out divine lights and collided passionately in the air. Although Du Peng wanted to describe it as a kitchen knife cutting through a wire, but in the eyes of the nobles, this was a spectacular scene of tigers and wolves staring at each other.
They were excited!
The traditional nobles finally had a standard-bearer at this moment! A standard-bearer who was not afraid of the evil Duke Marcus's monstrous power and strength!
Beautiful Lady Katrana! You are not fighting alone! You are not alone!
More and more nobles stood behind Katrana, who was like a saintess descending to the world. Some nobles even pinned their family insignia. Even though they had not taken off their masks, they were standing on the side!
The ridiculous herd mentality was fully displayed at this moment. Almost every noble was thinking — That's right! I am a great noble conferred by the late king. As long as I do not commit treason, no one can confiscate my territory! I am the master of my territory! If you, Duque, forcibly take away our power, then be prepared for a civil war!
Looking at the large army of nobles, Duque almost laughed until his stomach cramped.
After snorting, Duque turned around and no longer looked in the direction of the villa.
At the gate, a gorgeous carriage with a blue and white background and the Marcus Family's Tornado family emblem rushed over at high speed. With an almost elegant movement, the carriage stopped in front of Duque.
The driver was one of the famous Five Silver Sages, Gavinrad Misfortune.
This Holy Knight, who had once been exiled to the outside world and was now a Grand Marshal of both Stormwind and the Alliance, had just been confirmed to be alive. He, Danath Trollbane, and Kael 'thas had successfully built a bridgehead fortress not far from the Hellfire Peninsula where the Dark Portal was located — Fort Glory.
However, the space near the Door of Darkness was too unstable. It was only with Kael 'thas' full strength that he managed to return a week ago. As soon as he returned, he used this method to express his support for Duque.
"Heh! It's really unfair for a marshal like you to be my driver. "Duque smiled.
"It would be my honor to be the driver for the Alliance's commander." Gavinrad smiled as well.
Duque entered the carriage with large strides. Naturally, there were his two maids who were very good at fighting, as well as Edwin.
Da Fan, who was supposed to be the leader of the Defias Brotherhood, could not help but ask, "Is it really good to leave them alone?"
"No problem, let the bullets fly for a while!"
What Duque said was a famous saying from that world. In the ears of the other three, there was naturally an unusual taste.
Dwarves were good with guns, so they naturally had bullets.
In the eyes of mortals, as long as the gun was fine and the target was aimed, it would hit.
In the eyes of experts, even the fastest bullet was nothing more than a flying tool. Shields deflecting bullets, godly evasion, muscles clamping bullets, these were really nothing.
This was the difference between realms!
A difference that was enough to make others feel deep respect!
Unknowingly, Solarian had been Duque's maid for five years. Even though Duque was thrown into the war of the ancients most of the time and kept busy, this did not stop Solarian from finding opportunities to understand her master.
Solarian had originally thought that since Duque had chosen to save Kael 'thas, the prince she had followed before, she had to fulfill her promise. Everything was out of a promise and obligation.
As she learned more about Duque's past, she began to understand why so many people around Duque followed Duque without any complaints or regrets. Even though Duque was not around, they still firmly carried out the policies that Duque had left behind. They firmly believed and looked forward to Duque's return.
Perhaps, only such a man can truly save this world that is plagued with disasters … Solarian muttered silently in her heart.
Duque did not care about Solarian's sensitive thoughts. In his opinion, a human maid who had regained the appearance of an 18-year-old and a beautiful elven maid with a shelf life of tens of thousands of years was enough as eye candy.
Duque had deliberately allowed the incident to ferment, and he had this excuse. This was because on January 2nd, Year 21 of the Dark Portal, which was the day after New Year's Day, the Alliance would hold a meeting.
This meeting was of great significance. It was not only the 20th anniversary of the Alliance, but also to welcome the Night Elves to join the Alliance. And according to the agreement made by the various countries at the end of the Third War of the Dark Portal five years ago, the Alliance would no longer have a leader. Instead, a standing leader would be elected every five years, and a new Alliance Commander and Deputy Commander would be elected.
Last time, because of urgent matters, after Duque returned from the Void where Karazhan was, he took the position of Alliance Commander for a time. Later, because of the Archimonde Curse, he resigned. Now that Duque had returned and announced that he was fine, everyone knew that this was just a formality. The position of Alliance Commander would definitely belong to Duque.
This was just like when the leaders of the Celestial Empire went on a visit before Du Ze, and then 'conveniently' signed a number of trade contracts. In fact, they had already been signed and negotiated, and only announced at once.
Since the birth of the Alliance, there had been a total of three and a half Commanders.
The first was Anduin Lothar. He was the least controversial. If it were not for Duque's dazzling achievements, he would probably have been given the title of God of War.
The second was Alexandros Mograine. Although he was rigorous in his use of troops, it had been proven many times that his ability was limited to one army. With 200,000 troops, he could give you the effect of 400,000 troops. Give him 400,000 troops, and it was still 400,000.
The third was Duque. His dazzling achievements were enough for him to be recognized as the God of War. The only thing that restricted him previously was that he could not get the support of the Rotterdam Kingdom.
The remaining half was William, who could be considered an apprentice under Lothar.
All the kings knew who the best candidate was. What was more rare was that Duque had started his career early, had the best achievements, and had the best achievements. All the kings respected him. If there were no accidents, Duque could be the Commander for at least another 30 years.
As long as Duque did not announce that the Alliance would become an Empire, everyone would respect him.
Under such an atmosphere, the leaders of the various countries who arrived at Rotterdam on the 1st of January seemed extremely harmonious.
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