If one were to say that the first few steps that Mark Dooku had given people the impression that they could still vaguely see Duke's elegance between his brows, then with the last few steps, everyone was shocked to see that Mark Dooku had completely transformed into Duke Marcus.
This magical performance made everyone who recognized Duque open their mouths in shock, unable to close them for a long time.
"Who is he?" A young Orc who grew up in Nagrand asked his compatriot from Azeroth. Looking at the row of fangs on his thick black iron armor, one could tell that this old Orc was a centurion.
The centurion had a complicated expression on his face. If they had not seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that this rough, green face full of pimples could express such rich emotions. "He … he is the Orcs' former nightmare, the current commander-in-chief of the Alliance, the demigod of Azeroth, Duke Marcus!"
To the older generation, and even the new generation of Azeroth Orcs who had grown up, the name Duke Marcus gave them all kinds of complicated feelings.
"Why do we have to listen to a … human's orders?" The young Orc from Nagrand was very direct. The ones who came to save them were Orcs from Azeroth. Why did Orcs have to listen to a human's orders?
The old Orc's sigh was filled with infinite sorrow. "Child, 24 years ago, I was as young as you. At that time, 'our world' was not as bad as it is now, but many people could no longer survive. With the dream of conquering a new world, we crossed the Dark Portal. At first, we were invincible, killing millions of humans and dwarves. Then, the Alliance led by Duke Marcus defeated us, using all kinds of methods to kill even more Orc warriors. "
Many Orcs from Azeroth were unwilling to talk about this part of history. This was the first time the young Orc and the Orcs around him had heard this story, and their mouths were wide open in shock.
"24 years ago, the humans could defeat us. Today, they can do the same. But the human-led Alliance suppressed their hatred for us, because we all have a common enemy — the demons of the Burning Legion. In order to rush to our world to save you, we also chose to cooperate with the human-led Alliance. That's how it is. "
The elder centurion's explanation silenced everyone.
None of the Beastmen knew what their future would be like, but no matter how bad it was, it would still be better than staying in a world that was quickly being destroyed. This was why the Orcs could maintain their fighting spirit even under the banner of the allied army.
Compared to the Beastmen's struggle, the Alliance's soldiers were much simpler.
When they saw Duque's face, not only did it evoke their impression of this commander-in-chief, but it also evoked all the glory they had obtained.
Those days of glory that only belonged to the Alliance lingered in the deepest recesses of the veterans' memories.
From the darkest and most chaotic era, he saved humans, dwarves, gnomes, and elves from the despair of extinction, and finally achieved victory and revival.
The eyes of the Alliance soldiers lit up.
No one knelt on one knee, because that was a gift to the King. However, the Alliance soldiers had a more direct way of paying respect. Without any orders, they pulled out their swords in unison and raised the long swords in their hands high.
"Shing —" With a long sound, 150,000 weapons were raised in unison, forming a mountain range that suddenly soared with cold light.
Such uniformity and such a shocking aura caused the expressions of the 300,000 Orcs to change.
"Salute to the Alliance's commander-in-chief, Duke Marcus!"
One hundred and fifty thousand voices merged into one.
There was no purposely dragging out the last syllable for the sake of synergy.
There were no orders from the commander.
All he felt was the utmost respect for this face.
The soldiers were very clear about where their glory and pride came from.
They were not the inheritor of Thoradin The Great's noble bloodline!
But the inheritor of the will to unite all races to fight against evil in the ancient war!
The innovator who had been committed to using technology to revolutionize this world and correct the mistakes of the past.
The legendary figure who had reached the pinnacle of the Alliance's power as a commoner and became a demigod as a mortal.
Yes!
His name was — Duke Marcus!
Behind Duque, William had mixed feelings as he looked at the fanatical expressions of worship on the soldiers' faces, the mechanized armored troops lined up behind the formation, and the airships barely hovering in the sky.
He had worked very hard, and his level of leadership had long surpassed that of his father, Laing.
He still couldn't get the highest evaluation in the Alliance. That was because he could at most become a good king, a victorious marshal, and a qualified leader of the Alliance. He couldn't become a civil affairs expert who improved the standard of the people's livelihood, a scientist who improved the level of technology, a reformer who reformed the aristocratic system, or a super legendary hero who killed even the Demon King and the Ancient Gods.
He suddenly realized that he had already passed the stage of growth where he always felt that he could do anything and that his abilities would never have an upper limit.
William smiled. He had thought it through and understood his limits.
There could only be one person who stood at the top of the world, but that person wasn't him.
If he couldn't surpass it, he could only accept it. Otherwise, he would be courting death.
Suddenly, his mood calmed down. William gave an Alliance military salute to Duque's back.
Beside him, Sal's mood was equally complicated, but it didn't prevent him from expressing his respect for Duque's generosity and magnanimity. Without Duque's approval, there wouldn't be the redemption of the millions of Orcs. If the Alliance was ruthless enough, they could even completely trap the Horde, blow up a certain huge area, and throw all the Orcs into the void to die.
For some reason, Sal always felt that Duque could totally do it.
At this moment, Sal punched his chest with one hand, showing the highest respect that an Orc could do to Duque.
Duque gently raised his hands, palms facing down, and made a pressing gesture.
For a moment, the Alliance soldiers sheathed their swords, and there was complete silence.
Duque spoke. His voice was transmitted to every corner of the plains through the preset amplification magic.
"Nearly 30 years ago, the Burning Legion's commander, Kil 'jaeden, bewitched the Orc Great Shaman Ner' zhul, saying that the Draenei would bring destruction to this world. Thus came the cruel and bloody Battle of Shattrath. "
"24 years ago, under the bewitchment of the evil Warlock Gul 'dan who sought refuge with Kil' jaeden, Grom Hell roared and drank the first bowl of Devil's blood. Thus came the green-skinned violent Orcs. Thus came the Azeroth invasion led by the first Great Chief of the Horde, Blackhand. "
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